The next time she opened her eyes, Nick and Greg were waiting to greet her. "Look's like the victim's awake." Nick joked. It felt weird to her to be a victim, as she was usually the one trying to nail the suspect herself.
"Hey guys." Sara responded to their greeting with gratitude towards their presence. "How's work?"
"Not bad. Though, I gotta say, your crime's evidence is keeping me way too busy." Greg told her, in his usual Greg humor.
"I thought you liked to help." Sara said, smart talking him back. Greg held his hands up in surrender.
"But it's not a problem." He said quickly. Sara chuckled, then wincing at the pain again. "Hey, I thought the people HERE would care to help enough and at least give you some pain killer."
"It's no problem, Greg. It's gotta get worse before it gets better, I just wish it'd get better quicker, so I'd get out of this place!"
"You aren't gonna get better overnight, you know." Nick told her.
"Hey, I can wish, hope, dream, and pray, can't I?"
Nick nodded. "Well, then we'll do it with you."
Sara smiled at this comment. She knew she could always count on her friends to see her through the hard times. Suddenly, the tune of Ode to Joy was heard from inside a white plastic bag next to her bed.
"Oh! That must be my cell phone! I thought I turned it off!" Sara said, wondering how she'd get it.
Greg read her mind. "I got it." He walked over to the bag, and searched through it to find the small mobile phone singing it's ring tone song. "You wanna answer it? Or should I turn it off?"
Sara nodded quickly. "Lemmie see who it is." She only had one problem, she couldn't move without pain following through. "Hey Greg," she said quickly, almost frantic so that she wouldn't actually miss the call, "could you do me a quick, big, favor, and hold that thing up to my ear?"
Greg laughed. "So the time finally comes when you can't bare to live without me." He hurried over to her.
"Greg, I would make a face at that comment, but it would hurt too much." She told him honestly. The phone was now by her ear. "Sidle." She said into the receiver.
"Are you feeling better now?" a voice asked from the other end. "Good." It said without a reply. Sara knew at once who was speaking to her.
"Hey, Catherine! How'd you know my phone still worked?"
"Don't you think that room is boring enough to notice anything? My complete attention wasn't all on you, but also on the room you were staying in. Didn't you notice me looking through that bag?" Sara smiled. "So…are you feeling better?"
"Catherine!" She sighed. "You are about as eager for me to get better as I am myself!"
"Ok, ok, I'll let you get some rest. I'll try to see you tonight, alright?"
"Ok," and with that, Sara nodded to Greg that she was done. Greg took the phone and folded it back up.
"Do you want me to turn it off now?" Sara nodded once more. Greg then turned it off and put it back into the bag to stay until Sara felt better.
"Well, we have to get going." Nick said, looking at Greg to make sure that he had to go too.
With a nod, Greg added, "Hope to see you again soon."
Sara smiled once more. "Thanks guys. See ya." The two men walked out of the room, leaving Sara alone, and letting her drift back to sleep again, getting used to the pain that stayed with her.