AN: Sorry this one is such a shortie, but you'll see why I had to cut it there. Anyways, have fun reading.
I learned that it's hard to get sleep in the ICU unless you are the medicated patient. In fact, it's damn near impossible. Every hour Bobby came back in and checked up on Chris, and every hour, he told methatthere had not been much improvement. I was just happy Chris was still alive. It was nearing seven in the morning when I was woken once again by Bobby's entrance.
"I'm at the end of my shift, and another nurse will be doing the checks again until six tonight." He said as he read the monitors and wrote the information down.
"No problem," I sighed, supressing another yawn.
"Has she gotten any better?" I asked anxiously. She had already proved the doctors wrong about not living through the night. Maybe Chris would prove them even more wrong and wake up.
"Not much," He said. His eyes turned sad. "Don't get your hopes up Jim."
"Chris is going to be fine." I said, my voice cracking. No one was going to say anything about her dying. It was not going to happen.
"Jim, don't set yourself up for pain." He sighed slowly, giving me a pat on the shoulder, and he left out the door. I knew he was wrong, they were all wrong. Chris was going to be fine. Tears rolled down my face. I brought her small hand up to my face and planted another kiss on it before I spoke.
It took me nearly an hour, and I poured my heart out to her. I told Chris every god damn thing that I could think of. It was weird though, because I kept expecting her soulful brown eyes to stare back into mine. If it had been anyone else, it would have felt like I was talking to a wall. But I had this feeling Chris could hear, or at least already knew, what I was saying. I wanted her to see where I was coming from, but couldn't wait until she was conscious again.
Another nurse, once again interrupted my thoughts by stomping her way into the room. She didn't even acknowledge my existence, just came in and looked up at the monitors. She ran out of the room faster than I could even register. I tried to shake it off, but she came bursting back into the room with a doctor in tow.
"I can't believe it," he gasped when he saw the monitors. He turned to me.
"Have you noticed anything different in her behavior lately?" He asked. I almost laughed.
"Behavior? Well, now that I think about...uh...yeah. She's not talking as much as she normally does." I said sarcastically.
"God." He said to no one in particular. I started to worry. What exactly is going on?
"What do you mean?" I said nervously.
"Officer Sanchez here is showing some signs of improvement."
I swear to god I kissed the nurse.