Two weeks passed since the capture of Zocodobe and the doctor had announced that Janine's healing process was coming along nicely. However, he didn't know if she would ever awaken.
"If she does, it would be sometime within the next week," he had said.
The Ghostbusters had decided that she was well enough to stop the watch and go back to visiting every four hours. Winston had taken the last watch and he was waiting for Roland to pick him up. There hadn't been any change in Janine since he'd been there. He didn't want to say anything in front of everyone else, but he didn't think that she would wake up.
Roland walked into the room and smiled at Winston. Winston looked up at him.
"Got everything?" Roland asked.
"Give me a minute," Winston said. Roland nodded.
"I'll be in the hall."
Winston gathered his stuff, and stood up when he heard a noise. Dropping everything he glanced around the room. Nothing was there. He sighed, chalking it up to his nerves. He bent down to pick up his stuff again, when suddenly Janine sat up in the bed and let out an ear piercing screech.
Winston jumped and yelled, startled. The door flew open and Roland ran in.
"What the...Janine!" he yelled.
Winston looked around, then spotted Janine, who was still screaming.
"Get the doctor!" he yelled, but Roland was already out the door. Winston rushed over to the bed and sat down on the edge, gently placing his arms around the terrified woman.
"Janine, it's all right," she said softly. "We're here. It's all over."
A nurse ran in and injected something into the IV.
"What is that?" Winston asked, still holding Janine.
"Just a mild sedative," she said. Immediately, Janine began to calm down, the scream slowly fading. But she was still trembling.
"A sedative?" Roland asked. "Don't you think she's been asleep enough?"
"It won't put her to sleep," the nurse said. "It'll just calm her down. She'll be fine." She looked at the two. "Maybe you'd better go, let her rest."
Roland shook his head, picking up the phone "We aren't leaving until Dr. Spengler gets here. She's been through enough, we aren't going to leave her."
"Janine!" Egon called out. Janine's eyes settled on him and she cried out. Winston let go of her and stood up. Egon slid onto the side of the bed and embraced her. She laid her head on his chest. Her trembling slowed slightly, her body relaxed a bit against him. Egon looked up at Roland and Winston.
"What happened?" he asked.
"I was getting ready to leave, when suddenly she sat up and started screaming," Winston told them. "The nurse came in and gave her a mild sedative, and she's been like that ever since."
Kylie looked around. "Guys, let's go find the doctor. He's got to be around here somewhere," Eduardo nodded and stood up. Garrett looked at them.
"What, it takes four of us to find one lousy doctor...ow!" He rubbed the back of his head where Roland had hit him as he passed by. Then he caught on.
"Oh, right, never know where that doctor's gonna be," He followed them out the door.Peter smiled. "Not very subtle, was it?"
"We'll be outside, Egon," Ray said. "Call if you need anything."
The three others walked out leaving Egon and a trembling Janine. He turned his attention to her. She was still looking around the room.
"It's over," he said softly. "He's gone."
She looked at him. "Who?" she whispered.
He frowned at her. "What do you remember?"
She shook her head, the grip of her good hand tightening on his arm. "Rain, darkness. The desk flew at me, and the lockers fell down. I...I was reaching for something." She frowned. "Pain. I remember pain."
"You were attacked," he explained. "But we have him."
"Who? Who was it?"
He shook his head. "That isn't important. What's important is that you're awake."
"How long?"
"Three weeks."
"Three weeks?" she said. "I've been out for three weeks?"
He nodded, still holding her. "I...we were afraid we were going to lose you."
She relaxed a bit more, closing her eyes. "We?"
He smiled, stroking her hair. He felt her relax totally against him, as she fell asleep. He knew she hadn't slipped back into her coma, so he just sat there, holding her, stroking her hair, enjoying the feel of her sleeping form against him, and waited until the doctor walked in.