A/N: I keep my promise… Here's the next part! Enjoy! Once more I ask you what you think about a holiday as a sequel.
Smiling, nonetheless on the verge of tears I stare in these beautiful eyes, still clouded, but definitely his! I'm at a loss of words to tell him how scared I've been. I want to let him know this so badly… I just squeeze his hand hoping he'll understand. He tries to smile in return to assure me he knows, though he's too weak still of course. I wish to kiss him passionately let this do the talking, because I've never been that good with words… We'll do that later. Another smile spreads over my face: we'll have our lifetimes for this… once more. A few moments later he's out again, deeply asleep this time…. According to the machines.
When I leave him this night I'm light-hearted. The danger is gone, now he just has to focus on getting well. I know from the explosion that his physical wounds heal quickly, but the emotional ones will take a long time to heal. All because of me, I can't help thinking guilt washing over me. He lets me help him to deal with it. I'm glad he does, such things are much easier to bear when shared. Also I want to be there for him when he needs someone like he's been there for me so many times. For now I concentrate on working this scene with Warrick. Another murder of a young woman. Nothing has been taken from her, so we at least already know who she is: Cathy McRyan. Thankfully Warrick knows me well enough not to push me to talk about my feelings. I've told him that Greg woke briefly and he smiled relieved at me: "I knew it! He's a fighter and besides he's you to come back to!" With that he twinkles at me leaving the Tahoe. We work in comfortable silence, there's no need to talk. Having worked for so long, glances suffice to communicate. There's not much evidence to collect, so we finish relatively quickly. Back in the lab I run her prints through AFIS to find out if she has had contact with the police before. Nothing…
After shift I head home to take a shower and change my clothes. Everything's so quiet without Greg here playing his music. I can't stand this, so I just grab one of his CDs putting it in the player. "Everdream" from Nightwish…
Ever felt away with me
Just once that all I need
Entwined in finding you one day
Ever felt away without me
My love, it lies so deep
Ever dream of me
Would you do it with me
Heal the scars and change the stars
Would you do it for me
Turn loose the heaven within
I'd take you away
Castaway on a lonely day
Bosom for a teary cheek
My song can but borrow your grace
Come out, come out wherever you are
So lost in your sea
Give in, give in for my touch
For my taste for my lust
Your beauty cascaded on me
In this white night fantasy
In fact, Nightwish is one of his bands I really like. I shower while listening further to the CD. It's a whole lot better with the music on… Though I still feel he's missing. I can always sense his presence, like he can sense mine. I head back to the hospital once again, where I get to know that the Doc's very pleased with Greg's condition, maybe he'll even can be released in a week. Right now, my angel is sleeping soundly. Best thing he can do, it'll help him heal… I just watch him lying there peacefully.