Nick was disoriented. The last clear thought he had was driving home from Sara's apartment. A faint smile appeared on his lips as he remembered the events in Sara's bedroom. Damn. His head felt like he'd taken a line drive to his forehead. He wasn't quite sure where he was.

"Good, you're awake. How are you feeling?" A kind face asked him.

"I feel like hell." Nick answered. "What happened?"

"You were in a car accident. You're really lucky, you know. You don't have any broken bones, just a sprained wrist and a bruised sternum. I imagine you've got a nice concussion as well with that knot on your forehead." The face continued.

A hospital. Ok, that made more sense. "Damn, I'm supposed to be at work. Does anyone know I'm here?" Nick wondered aloud. "Sara's gonna be worried. I need to see Sara."

"I believe there are some people in the waiting room, but we've been trying to finish up these tests on you to make sure you're ok. You can see them shortly." The face concluded.

Nick closed his eyes. He tried to remember what had happened. Pieces of the puzzle flashed in and out of his mind. He had a vague recollection of the right front tire of the Tahoe blowing out after it had hit something. He lost control of it shortly after that. He remembered tumbling over and over, narrowly missing a telephone pole. Damn he was lucky. If he hadn't been wearing his seatbelt, he knew he might not be alive.

He was being wheeled somewhere. He kept his eyes closed to shade them from the overhead fluorescent lights. Finally, he was in what he supposed was some sort of exam room. He opened his eyes, wincing as the soreness in his body from being tumbled around set in. He knew with a concussion that he was most likely not going to get pain medication, at least not right away. He'd have to be woken up every couple of hours. He hoped they'd discharge him. Maybe Sara would stay with him.

He replayed the events of the morning over and over in his head. He still couldn't believe that Sara wanted him as much as he wanted her. He smiled.