I do not own Third Watch or any of the characters. Wish I did though.
Author's Note: Sorry this took so long to post, had it written a long time ago, just been really really lazy lately. Anyways enjoy!
Bobby rolled over and looked at the clock. 1, he thought sleepily, I haven't slept that late in forever. The smell of bacon drifted into his room, and he started to walk towards the kitchen. When he spotted Kim asleep on the couch, he was startled for a moment before the events of the night before came rushing back to him. I can't believe I was actually going to do that, that I would even consider doing that, my mind must have turned off or something because I don't understand why I would.. try that. Well I guess what they say is true, things do seem better in the morning but that I would think about that, doing that to the people I love, I must have been out of my mind. He shook his head and walked into the kitchen. Alex was standing in front of the stove, watching him with an amused expression of her face.
"What?" he demanded.
"You spent 15 min, just standing there, staring at her, haven't you seen someone sleep before?"
He blushed but said nothing.
"How's your wrist? Come here." She commanded.
She unwrapped the bandage and looked at the cut.
"Very interesting Bobby, wrap it back up and clean it later today" She ordered.
"Bossy person" he commented.
"So? Come over here and finish making breakfast or whatever you want to call it, I gotta go home and get ready for work."
Obediently, he moved to take her place in front of the stove.
Kim awoke disoriented and confused to the smell of something cooking. What happened she thought groggily what's going on, and then as she became more aware of her surroundings, Bobby's place, why am I at Bobby's place? Oh god, I feel like shit and then sat bolt right up on the couch, he was gonna kill himself, slit his wrist, as what had happened before she had fallen asleep came back to her, she felt panic well inside her, did he, please tell me he didn't, her heart began to beat crazily and the pain in her head intensified. Alex was here, she reminded herself she said she wouldn't let him do anything, she promised but what if she fell asleep and he. Bobby's voice broke into her panicked thoughts.
"Kim? Kim are you ok? You're shaking." She watched as he moved over to the couch and felt his arm wrap around her "What's wrong Kimmy?" "You were going to." her voice trailed off "You didn't" she switched her eyes to his wrist. He didn't Kim, she told herself, he's still here but what if he tries again, what if. She felt his fingers left up her face so, she was looking into is brown eyes "I'm not ever going to do that again ok?"
"Promise?" her voice wavered "Promise Bobby" God why can't I control myself, I should be able to, he didn't but I have to hear promise never to do it again.
"Promise" he assured "Never again Kim I'll never do try it again."
She forced herself to take deep breaths, he promised, that's a good thing, he's never going to do it again, he said it. She turned her attention back to Bobby, who was watching her with a concerned expression on his face.
"Just give me a minute, I'm fine" She wiped her eyes on the back of her sleeve, trying to relax. "I'm OK." She repeated, swaying as she stood. What's wrong with me? I can barely stand up.
Bobby reached out instinctively to steady her when he saw her sway. Did I do that, she looks so pale, is that cause I upset her I didn't mean to.
"Kim" he said gently "Sit back down, I can bring breakfast in here." She really doesn't look well.
"No, Bobby I'm OK really" she protested "I just need some food that's all."
He wrapped his arm around her waist, hoping to stop her swaying. "Then let me help you k?" He said with a worried note in his voice. I really don't she's ok but if she says she is.
"Fine," she replied quietly.
He watched her anxiously as they made their way over to the kitchen, alarmed by the pain that was showing on her face and how white she was. By the time they got there her breathing was coming in short, irregular gasps. What's wrong with her, why she's having so much trouble, she shouldn't be, what happened, what did I miss? He helped her sit down in the chair and then crouched down in front of her.
"Breathe Kimmy," he said trying to keep the fear out of his voice "Take slow and deep breaths, in and out, in and out."
His eyes never left her face, hoping that she would start breathing normally again. He was relieved when her breaths started coming slower and longer. Something is seriously wrong, I should take her to the hospital or something because this can't be good, can't be supposed to be happening.
You should go to the hospital, let me drive you over." He suggested please let her agree to it.
"No," she protested weakly "I just pushed it too hard, that's all, I don't need to go."
"I think you should, humour me please," he studied her with a concerned frown.
"I've spent too much time in the hospital, I'm sick of them."
He sighed and lifted her up off the chair "Then you're going to bed."
"Alright," She agreed, "I'll go to bed."
Bobby carried her into the bedroom and gently deposited her on the bed.
"Go to sleep Kim" he smiled when he saw her eyes close a few seconds later.
What was that about? What do I not know? God, I wish I'd been there, I should have been. Please Kim be OK. He watched her anxiously for a few more minutes and then remembered the food. I better go clean it up and eat it or something. But will she be fine while I'm not there. He sighed I'll just throw out what I'm not going to eat and bring the rest in here.
Author's Note: Sorry this took so long to post, had it written a long time ago, just been really really lazy lately. Anyways enjoy!
Bobby rolled over and looked at the clock. 1, he thought sleepily, I haven't slept that late in forever. The smell of bacon drifted into his room, and he started to walk towards the kitchen. When he spotted Kim asleep on the couch, he was startled for a moment before the events of the night before came rushing back to him. I can't believe I was actually going to do that, that I would even consider doing that, my mind must have turned off or something because I don't understand why I would.. try that. Well I guess what they say is true, things do seem better in the morning but that I would think about that, doing that to the people I love, I must have been out of my mind. He shook his head and walked into the kitchen. Alex was standing in front of the stove, watching him with an amused expression of her face.
"What?" he demanded.
"You spent 15 min, just standing there, staring at her, haven't you seen someone sleep before?"
He blushed but said nothing.
"How's your wrist? Come here." She commanded.
She unwrapped the bandage and looked at the cut.
"Very interesting Bobby, wrap it back up and clean it later today" She ordered.
"Bossy person" he commented.
"So? Come over here and finish making breakfast or whatever you want to call it, I gotta go home and get ready for work."
Obediently, he moved to take her place in front of the stove.
Kim awoke disoriented and confused to the smell of something cooking. What happened she thought groggily what's going on, and then as she became more aware of her surroundings, Bobby's place, why am I at Bobby's place? Oh god, I feel like shit and then sat bolt right up on the couch, he was gonna kill himself, slit his wrist, as what had happened before she had fallen asleep came back to her, she felt panic well inside her, did he, please tell me he didn't, her heart began to beat crazily and the pain in her head intensified. Alex was here, she reminded herself she said she wouldn't let him do anything, she promised but what if she fell asleep and he. Bobby's voice broke into her panicked thoughts.
"Kim? Kim are you ok? You're shaking." She watched as he moved over to the couch and felt his arm wrap around her "What's wrong Kimmy?" "You were going to." her voice trailed off "You didn't" she switched her eyes to his wrist. He didn't Kim, she told herself, he's still here but what if he tries again, what if. She felt his fingers left up her face so, she was looking into is brown eyes "I'm not ever going to do that again ok?"
"Promise?" her voice wavered "Promise Bobby" God why can't I control myself, I should be able to, he didn't but I have to hear promise never to do it again.
"Promise" he assured "Never again Kim I'll never do try it again."
She forced herself to take deep breaths, he promised, that's a good thing, he's never going to do it again, he said it. She turned her attention back to Bobby, who was watching her with a concerned expression on his face.
"Just give me a minute, I'm fine" She wiped her eyes on the back of her sleeve, trying to relax. "I'm OK." She repeated, swaying as she stood. What's wrong with me? I can barely stand up.
Bobby reached out instinctively to steady her when he saw her sway. Did I do that, she looks so pale, is that cause I upset her I didn't mean to.
"Kim" he said gently "Sit back down, I can bring breakfast in here." She really doesn't look well.
"No, Bobby I'm OK really" she protested "I just need some food that's all."
He wrapped his arm around her waist, hoping to stop her swaying. "Then let me help you k?" He said with a worried note in his voice. I really don't she's ok but if she says she is.
"Fine," she replied quietly.
He watched her anxiously as they made their way over to the kitchen, alarmed by the pain that was showing on her face and how white she was. By the time they got there her breathing was coming in short, irregular gasps. What's wrong with her, why she's having so much trouble, she shouldn't be, what happened, what did I miss? He helped her sit down in the chair and then crouched down in front of her.
"Breathe Kimmy," he said trying to keep the fear out of his voice "Take slow and deep breaths, in and out, in and out."
His eyes never left her face, hoping that she would start breathing normally again. He was relieved when her breaths started coming slower and longer. Something is seriously wrong, I should take her to the hospital or something because this can't be good, can't be supposed to be happening.
You should go to the hospital, let me drive you over." He suggested please let her agree to it.
"No," she protested weakly "I just pushed it too hard, that's all, I don't need to go."
"I think you should, humour me please," he studied her with a concerned frown.
"I've spent too much time in the hospital, I'm sick of them."
He sighed and lifted her up off the chair "Then you're going to bed."
"Alright," She agreed, "I'll go to bed."
Bobby carried her into the bedroom and gently deposited her on the bed.
"Go to sleep Kim" he smiled when he saw her eyes close a few seconds later.
What was that about? What do I not know? God, I wish I'd been there, I should have been. Please Kim be OK. He watched her anxiously for a few more minutes and then remembered the food. I better go clean it up and eat it or something. But will she be fine while I'm not there. He sighed I'll just throw out what I'm not going to eat and bring the rest in here.