Note: This is a really short chapter and I apoligize!
Catherine groaned quietly as she rolled onto her back. She wasn't in any physical pain, but the emotional pain was a little overwhelming. She's always wanted a second child, and now that she was with the man she loved, their chance to have a baby together had been destroyed.
A knock came from the door, making her rapidly blink to hide the unshed tears.
"Come in."
The door squeaked open, and Warrick entered, followed by Gil. Catherine sighed; She didn't feel up to visitors at the moment. But she didn't have the heart of telling the two men that.
"How ya feeling, honey?" Warrick softly asked as he neared her bed. She shook her head, afraid that if she spoke she would burst into tears. He nodded, understanding how she felt.
"I can come back later if you want," Gil told her. He was standing in the doorway, unsure whether or not he should enter.
"You can stay," Catherine whispered. "There's a chair over here if you want to sit down."
Gil nodded, walking into the room. He lowered himself into the plastic chair and waited to see who would speak first. After a moment of silence, Warrick decided to break it.
"Do you need anything?" He asked the woman lying in the hospital bed. She shook her head. Warrick walked to the door, looking tired. "I'm going to get some coffee. I'll be back in a little while." He exited the room without waiting for a reply.
Catherine closed her eyes, keeping the tears from falling. Somehow Gil knew she was ready to cry and he reached out, taking her hand in his. She appreciated it more than could be expressed; They were old friends and had been there for each other through some tough situations. And this was yet another to be added to their already long list.