Again, before I start, I have to send out a huge THANK YOU to all those who reviewed. I can't believe that this has gotten the response that it has, and I'm very grateful!!! #1 warning: this chapter is a little cheesier, a bit of a chic flic if you will, but don't worry if you want more action, there will be more. #2 warning to this next chapter: I'm writing it on my lunch break, so if it's a bit shorter, or not as good as the others, I apologize… But here it goes: to all of those who reviewed and asked for more, this is for you 

Chapter 3.

The walk from the waiting room was a short one, and in less than two minutes, Gil was sitting in a chair that the doctor had pulled up for him, staring at Sara. She lay sleeping, still out from the anesthetic they had given to knock her out during surgery. The doctor had told him that they didn't administer much, so it should be wearing off soon.

So he just sat in silence staring at her. He couldn't stop thinking how this was his fault. Ways that this could have been avoided plagued him, and he took deep sighs with every thought. She shouldn't have been there. She should have been in the la—

A soft moan interrupted the idea, and he lost all track of what he had been thinking about. She opened her eyes slowly, he could tell that the lights-- even though they had been dimmed—stung a bit as she struggled to focus on anything that was in front of her.

"Hey." He whispered. He suddenly felt like a little kid in a candy store.

"Hi," She whispered back, as she tried to shake off the groggy feeling. To her it felt as if someone had covered her with a blanket, and she just needed to throw it off. "How long have you been here?"

He smiled at the question.

"Just as long as you have." He watched as her mouth slowly formed a smile. She closed her eyes once more, wincing as she shifted her body just a fraction of an inch, trying to make herself more comfortable. She settled for how she was laying, seeing as every time she even breathed, a sharp pain pierced through her shoulder. She blew a deep breath out, trying to put it out of her mind.

And then she felt it in her hand, not the hand attached to the arm attached to the shoulder where the bullet had danced, but her right hand. She hadn't even realized that he'd been holding it, massaging her palm with his thumb. Sara opened her eyes, and locked them with his, tiny smiles forming on each of their faces.

"You, uh, should probably get back to work." She tried to hide the excitement that he was holding her hand.

"You'll be okay?" He watched as she nodded, then added, "Ok, I'll be back when I get off."

She felt the warmth from his grip leave her right hand, but he didn't just stand and walk out of the room. Instead, he leaned forward, caressed her cheek, and then kissed her forehead.

"We need to talk when I get back, ok?" He locked eyes with her once more and watched as she just nodded, unable to speak at what had just happened. With that he turned and walked out of the room.

Sara waited until he rounded the corner, and then remembered to breath.