LINGER

Characters not mine…unfortunately… oh the possibilities if they were! BTW, High School: A Tale of 2 Friends is on temporary hiatus until I finish some of these other fics.


Chapter 14:

They were lead back to Sara's room a few hours later after a lengthy argument from Greg about hospital policy and children, namely Elicia, being allowed in the room.

"Remember, Sara might be sleeping so we have to be quiet, okay?" he told her again as he pushed the door open.

She was sleeping, or comatose, he couldn't tell at the moment. He watched as Elicia stepped forward slowly.

Greg, noticing her hesitancy lifted his daughter into his arms, taking a seat beside Sara in one of the two chairs, Elicia in his lap. "It's okay." He reassured her.

Elicia climbed onto the bed, sitting beside Sara. "I'm sorry." Was all Greg was able to make out before she curled up next to Sara, avoiding her chest, and managing to drift off to sleep.

"Sleeps probably a good idea." He whispered to himself, taking Sara's hand and attempting to fall asleep himself in the uncomfortable chair. Sleep, however, didn't come. His mind kept replaying the events from earlier, his mind mulling over several other solutions to the situation than the one he'd taken. Some good, some bad. Some formed nightmares that would no doubt plague his mind for a long while.

He sighed, sitting up straight in the chair. "Okay… that rules out sleep." He told himself. Greg forced him mind onto other topics, one of which he'd face when Sara woke up.

"Daddy." Elicia gently tugged on the sleeve of his shirt. "Daddy…"

He yawned, shifting in the chair; apparently he had managed to fall asleep. "What's wrong, sweetie?" he asked her.

She pointed to Sara who was now awake which immediately got his attention. "Sara." He said, relaxing a bit. "We're so glad you're okay."

Sara nodded, the trache tube, which was still in place, prevented her from talking.

"Ooh," he picked up the pad of paper and pen one of the doctors had dropped off earlier in case she woke up. "Here, this might help." He handed it to her and watched a she scribbled something out in her chicken-scratch handwriting.

She held it up for him to see. "You collapsed a lung." Was his answer to why her chest was sore.

They watched as Sara wrote something else down. "Are we okay? You're the one who just got shot. Twice. Aside from panicking out in the waiting room, we're just fine." Greg replied, sitting beside Elicia on the now rather crowded bed.

Elicia, being as observant as she was, noticed that both adults seemed to want to talk to each other, or rather write and talk, and she decided to let them. "Daddy? Can I go get a snack form the machine in the hallway?" she asked.

Greg nodded, handing her a few dollar bills for the machine. "Be careful, honey." He told her, watching her walk out the door before turning his attention back to Sara. "I was so scared, fro both of you." He admitted, taking her hand.

'So was I' she scribbled onto the paper.

"I don't know what I would have done had I lost one or both of you."

She leaned forward, despite the pain in her ribs and hugged him.

"I love you," he whispered. "You and Elicia mean everything to me."


Sara can't exactly tell him anything at the moment so that's as good a place as any to stop. I was literally up all night writing this and making two videos, and somehow I avoided getting in trouble! Whoot! Review!