Well not much reviews lately but again thanks to all of you who follow this story. Glad you keep up with it.
This chapter is rather short but I promise the next won't, and will explain some things.

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The End, chapter 7

As she opened her eyes, Barbara felt a urge of pain pierce through her body. Blinking rapidly, she tried to focus but the place she was in was dived in darkness. Still she'd feel that special hospital's smell, she had stayed long enough in one after the shooting to know that much.

There was although something else she'd feel, a light weight on her right forearm, and her hand being held secure. Both had IV, she'd feel it from the persistent pain every time she moved, but that was different. Turning her head to the side slowly, she groaned against the pain, closing her eyes against it. As she opened them again, she licked her lips, her mouth was so dry.

"Hel" the words didn't come out at first so she tried again "Helena?"

The form by her side released her hand, letting it fall gently on the bed. A second later, a hand went to her forehead, caressing it lightly before placing a gentle kiss there. As the form stood back she knew it wasn't Helena, they had lived together long enough that she'd recognize her scent. 'Ô' from Lancôme, a French perfume, definitively Dinah. Same brand, but different perfume. Helena's being 'Magie Noire'.

"Shhhh Barbara, please do not try to speak, you need to rest" was her soft whisper before squeezing her hand gently.

As much as she tried to, Barbara couldn't fight the sedatives much longer, so she went back to sleep, her hand still secure in Dinah's.

Looking at Barbara falling asleep again, Dinah felt her heart contract in her chest.
Two days that she hadn't heard from Helena, or even felt her presence.
It worried her. She feared that she had gone down a dangerous path. But there was not much she could do than keep vigil by Barbara. Whenever she was ready, that's where she will head.

On the balcony opposite the building, Helena was watching over Barbara and Dinah, tears sliding down her cheeks, unnoticed. She was touched that after all she had done, well not done would be more appropriate, her name could still be the first on Barbara's lips, that she'd expect finding her by her bedside. That deeply touched her, troubled her.

Maybe she'd still be part of her life after all, but before that, she had something to do … Dinah wouldn't leave Barbara's side anytime soon so she left, confident in the younger woman capabilities to watch over her biggest treasure.

Some lyrics from a song hang around her head … beautiful song by Trisha Yearwood.
"Struck by the moon, rising too soon
I feel a pain deep inside me
Cold northern wind, a fist in my chin
Makin' me wild for you baby
What can I do to get back to you?
I'm feelin' desperate and lonely
The city's a river of cold misery
Makin' me wild for you baby "

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