AN: Same disclaimer as before..
"Hey now," a gentle voice whispered, "none of that." She refused to open her eyes believing her mind was yet again playing tricks on her. A cold rag was placed on her forehead as another gently wiped away the dried blood on her wrist. "You'll be okay, I promise. I'm not going to leave you." Cool fingertips were tracing her jaw line and gently following the curve of her face.
Unable to tell between real and imagined, Sara opened her eyes and extended her hand slowly to touch the figure that knelt in front of her. Her fingers were met halfway and intertwined with another hand, cool and slender. "Greg?" she whispered, not expecting an answer, but expecting silence.
"I'm here baby, I'm here." he replied as he removed the now warm cloth from her forehead and replaced it with a cool one.
It had been twenty minuets since Greg first knelt besides Sara, his mind always on the woman before him. His back was against the front door, the grooves digging into the soft flesh around his spinal cord. Sara still hadn't moved, but her hand had been tightly intertwined with his, holding on for her life.
Sara slowly sat up, feeling the tightness in her neck from the awkward position she decided to collapse into. He barely took notice as she moved next to him against her own front door. "I'm sorry Greg." she said, staring straight ahead, not wanting to look him in the eyes. He glanced over at her and noticed her distant expression. "Hey," Greg said, touching her cheek gently, "look at me."
AN: I kinda ran out of what to do from here… Please review? Please...