Catherine sat with Sara in the sterile white hospital room in silence. She held a steaming cup of coffee in her hands which she took occasional sips of as they waited for a nurse to come in an dress some of Sara's injuries. Sara sat on the white hospital bed indian-style, now dressed in a thin white hospital gown, staring at the floor to her right. Catherine couldn't help but sense a strong insecurity coming from the woman sitting next to her, she wasn't acting herself and she hadn't said much since they'd arrived at the hospital.

Catherine sighed, taking another sip of her coffee and setting it down on the small table next to the bed, crossing her legs and sitting back in the chair. Her leg bounced back and forth a bit as she looked up at the small television positioned on the wall which was not on at the moment. Debating on whether or not she should turn it on or not, the door to the room opened and a tiny nurse walked in with some supplies. Catherine quickly sat forward and shot the nurse a small smile.

"Hello," the tiny but lively nurse said. She was only about 4'9" and had to have been less than 100 pounds. Her pony-tail bounced up and down as she leaned over the sink to wash her hands. When her hands were washed, she slipped on a pair of white latex gloves, very much like the criminalist she was treating at the moment, and walked over to Sara, sitting down at the foot of the bed and rummaging through the small box containing her supplies.

Sara, sitting and still staring blankly at the linoleum floor of the room, remained motionless and made no acknowledgement to the woman who was about to treat her injuries.

"Alright Sara," the nurse said. Sara finally turned to look at the woman once she had said her name. "I'm just going to clean some of the cuts and scrapes so they don't get infected, alright?" the nurse asked. Sara slowly looked up at the nurse and nodded slowly. "Okay," the nurse said, taking out a few cotton balls. She wetted one with some alcohol and stood up, walking over to Sara. Brushing a strand of hair away from her face, she began on the gash on her forehead, the alcohol making both Sara and Catherine wince; Catherine who was only watching the exchange.

"Okay..." the woman said, putting down a blood-stained cotton ball. "I think this is going to need stitches," she said in an all-too cheery tone. "I'll stitch that up after we're finished cleaning your other injuries," the woman said, once again going back to her small box to get some more supplies. Wetting another cotton ball, she slowly untied the hospital gown and re-fastened it once her shoulder was exposed. A mean-looking purple and red bruise greeted the three women in the room, right above her shoulder blade followed by a long cut that ended just below her neck.

"This is a long scratch," the woman commented, dabbing again at the scratch, once again making both women wince. Catherine noted Sara was biting the inside of her lip to keep in her whimpers of pain and she took her hand, allowing her to squeeze it as tightly as she needed each time she felt pain. The woman finished cleaning the cut and put a small gauze on it, taping it to keep it in place. "You'll be able to remove and redress these cuts tomorrow," the woman told her, moving back to the foot of the bed to begin the process on another series of cuts and scrapes.

Once the nurse was finished cleaning the cuts, she walked back over to the sink and got a suture kit. Walking back over to the hospital bed, she set the kit down on the bed and opened it up. The woman sat down on the bed next to Sara and began to stitch up the wound, every now and then making Sara wince once again and give Catherine's hand another tight squeeze. After the stitches were finished, the nurse got up and walked back over to the sink, pulling her gloves off and washing her hands. "Alrighty," she said. "You have seven stitches on your forehead. Those are going to need to stay in for a little bit so don't touch or scratch them or we'll have to re-stitch the wound," the woman said, but actually made it sound like more than a threat than anything else. "Goodnight," the woman said with a cheery smile and walked out finally, taking her supplies with her.

One the woman had left the room and the door had closed, Sara let out a deep sigh of relief. "Thank god, I never though that Barbie doll was going to leave," Sara said, closing her eyes and leaning back on the bed. Catherine laughed a little and Sara turned to her, shooting her a smile. "I need to thank you, Catherine," she said.

"You don't have to thank me for anything, Sara," Catherine told her.

"Yes I do. It was my fault that this whole thing happened and you got us out of it."

"It wasn't your fault. You got sick from the heat, you had no idea that this was going to happen."

Sara shot Catherine a small smile. "Thanks, Cath."

"No problem."

Sara nodded a little before fidgeting uncomfortably. "Ugh...these dressings are so itchy," she muttered, squirming around not unlike a worm to try and scratch her back.

"Careful, Sara," Catherine told her. "You don't want Nurse Barbie to have to fix it again, do you?" Catherine asked. Sara shot her an annoyed look and and Catherine couldn't help but giggle.

Sara grunted, sitting up. "Please scratch my back, I swear, I can't stand it anymore. I don't care if she has to come back and fix the dressing, just please scratch it!" Sara said, turning her back to Catherine.

Catherine laughed. "Alright, but don't yell at me if she comes back and really does have to fix the dressing. Oh, and don't tell her I did it, either, you begged me," Catherine said with a smile, turning her attention to her back. "Alright...which one is it?" she asked.

"It's below my left back bone," Sara told her.

Catherine nodded and slowly moved the small opening in the back of the gown so she could find the dressing. She winced as she found it, greeted again by a mottle of purple and red. She put a hand under the dressing. "Is this where it's itchy?" Catherine asked.

Sara nodded. "Now stop talking and scratch, woman!"

Catherine laughed and scratched it as softly and gently as she could so as not to disturb the dressing. She was interrupted by an annoyed groan coming from Sara. "What?" Catherine asked.

"Harder!"

"I can't! I don't want to hurt you and I might disturb the dressing!"

Sara rolled her eyes and with a sigh, laid back on the bed and began her squirming to try and scratch the itch. "Be careful!" Catherine told her. Sara ignored her and finally stopped, her body growing limp as she let out a deep sigh.

"There," Sara said. "And it's not bleeding, thank you very much."

"I was just making sure," Catherine told her. "It's just like with Lindsey when she had the chicken pox. Obviously 'don't scratch' means the opposite to kids."

"Well, she is your daughter."

Catherine laughed. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Sara smiled. "I'm just saying, she's got stubborness, and she had to get it from somewhere..."

"Oh, so you're saying I'm stubborn. Alright, I suppose I am. But you're one to talk, Ms. Sidle."

Sara shrugged. "It's a flaw."

Catherine smiled and looked down at the floor. "When do they let you out of here?"

Sara sighed, rolling over on her side and pulling the sheets with her, wrapping them tightly around herself. "I have to stay the night for observation and I can go home tomorrow."

"Are you going to be okay alone at your house?"

Sara turned to Catherine, raising a brow. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"Well, I'm just saying...you know, since you're injured, it might be nice to have someone around to help. You could stay with me until you're feeling better."

Sara considered this for a minute. She agreed with what Catherine was saying, and her cold, empty apartment didn't seem very appetizing. And also, in truth, she really didn't want to be alone. Sara shot her a smile and nodded slowly. "Okay. Are you sure you wouldn't mind?"

Catherine smiled. "Yes, I'm sure. I did suggest it in the first place, didn't I? And Lindsey would have a ball knowing that you would be staying with us for a few days, she's so bored of me," Catherine said with a laugh.

Sara smiled. "Alright, Cath. Thanks."

"Don't mention it. Try to get some rest," Catherine said with a smile, putting a friendly hand on her shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze. Sara smiled and slowly layed back down on the bed and closed her eyes.