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The doctor continued. "You see, when the human body awakens from the comatose state, it's not like in the movies where the patients eyes just flutter open. It's a longer process than that. She is going to be tired, uncomfortable, and probably not very sociable, and she will be in a significant amount of pain, but it seems that within the day, Officer Sanchez should wake up."

I was so happy. I pulled Ms. Sanchez into a hug so quickly that I don't think she saw it coming. Then, I ran for the phones. My fingers flitted across the number pad.

"Hondo, she's going to be ok, she's waking up!" I practically shouted into the phone.

"What?" A tired yawn came back across the line. I checked my watch. It was only four in the morning. Hondo had just woken up.

"Chris, she's waking up," I said more slowly.

"Are you sure?" Hondo said, his voice, once again, hard to read. I had the familiar feeling of déjà vu, every time I talked to Hondo, he made me repeat myself.

"Yeah, doctor said within the day, Chris should wake up." I gushed.

"That's damn good to hear," Hondo said, his voice finally showing happy emotions. "I'll call the rest of the guys, you just keep me posted."

"You got it Hondo."

"Alright Street. I will be there when I can be."

"Ok."

"Ok, Street." He said as he hung up the phone. I slammed the receiver down and sprinted back to Chris's room.

"Is she up yet?" I blurted as I jumped through the door. Ms. Sanchez flew backwards in to the wall with her hand over her chest.

"You frightened me."

"Sorry," I grinned sheepishly, "I got excited."

"It is ok," she answered, and sat back down into her seat.

"How is she doing?" I said, gesturing towards Chris. I looked down and she was in roughly the same position as earlier.

"You are gone for only two minutes."

"Oh, I didn't notice," I said, scratching at my head. "It felt like hours." She laughed at me.

"Tu estas loco mi amigo," She chuckled, "Tu estas loco."

"Yep, that's me, crazy." I answered, settling my self back into my chair.

I leaned back against the chair back, and watched Sanchez's mama slowly drift to sleep on the bed rail of Chris's bed. I looked at Chris, and took her hand. A small puddle of drool was forming below her mouth, and I chuckled softly. My fingers brushed her cheek gently to wipe it away, and I tilted her head up just the slightest bit. Her eyebrows scrunched together, and she sighed quietly. I smiled, and rested my chin on the bed rail. Before I knew it, my eyes slipped shut, and I was out.

But I wasn't asleep for long.

I jumped from my sleep when a hand slapped into my face and slid down to my arm

"Ow," I cried softly, and glanced down to see where the unwelcome slap had come from. A thin pale hand was lying palm up on my arm. I followed it up a slender arm, and in my half awake stupor, it took me too long to realize Chris's hand had smacked my face. My head whipped up to see her face, and I saw her eyes were still shut.

She must have moved in her sleep.

My face fell, and I brought my hand up to my brow and looked to my shoes.

"You just keep teasing me Sanchez," I sighed. I brought my hand down and grabbed hold to hers to settle myself back into sleep.

This next time, I woke up because I fell. I full on slipped off of the chair and onto the floor and woke up to the cold tile under my cheek.

"Jim," Ms. Sanchez called from over the bed. "Are you all right?"

"Yep, just fell, that's all," I said, dusting my pants off as I stood up. I glanced down at Chris, and saw her eyes were barely open.

"Shit!" I yelled. I collapsed down into my chair and brought my hand up to the side of her pale face. "Chris," I breathed, barely above a whisper. My hand gently ran along the side of her face.

"Hey Sanchez." I smiled.

"Christina, mija." Her mama beamed. Chris's tired eyes turned towards her mother's voice, and I only wished she could talk, but knew that the breathing tube in her throat was keeping that from happening.

"I should go get a doctor," I said slowly and calmly, and backed away from the bed, memorizing her eyes as I left. When I was completely through the door, I sprinted towards the receptionist's desk.

"I, uh, ah, room…room 439. Officer Christina Sanchez is awake," I stuttered to the receptionist.

"I'll page Doctor De Jong," I mentally made a note of that being the doctor from before. I ran back to the room.

"Chris...Sanchez...you ok?" I said, falling back into my chair. She tried to shift in her bed, and winced. Her eyes closed.

"Mija¿Estas tu buena?" her mother cried. She hovered over her daughter. Chris's eyes pulled open again and Ms. Sanchez breathed a sigh of relief.

"Chris, it seems like lately you've been into scaring the shit out of people."