At the nurses station he informs one of the nurses that he is an old friend of Sara's back from Med school and that he wants to see her, but not be disturbed. The nurse agrees without hesitation. He slowly opens the door to her room, not wanting to startle her.
Even in the disguise she recognises him by his movements and presence. She can't help but smile. "Hey, you're awake. How are you feeling?". She winches at the question. "I, uh..." he stuffs his hands in his pockets not quite knowing what to say. "I heard what happened on the radio. I needed to see you. Make sure that you were alright".
He could feel the tension radiating through the room. He didn't know who was more tense - her or him. "I'm fine. I ... you shouldn't be here. You'll get caught". He shrugs. "I had to know that you were okay. If ..." He couldn't finish the sentence. The thought was too painful.
She saw his hesitation, his pain and his anguish. She felt sick. She was the reason he was feeling this way and at least he had a decent excuse for what he had done. Her actions on the other hand were that of cowardace. "Michael, I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you".
He studied her for a moment before he replied. "I know, I just wish that you hadn't done what you had. It was stupid". "Yeah, I know. It..." She didn't get to finish her sentence. Michael's calmness had given way to anger. "You ask me if I'm after needles and drugs and then you go and shoot up? Dammit Sara, you nearly killed yourself. Do you have any idea what I've been through? How much I blame myself for involving you in this?"
His sudden anger caught her off-guard. She was at a loss for words. "I, uh... I" she signs. "I ... it was too much. Too much at once. First you turn my world upside down with your escape plan. I find out that all this time I was nothing more than a pawn to you. That it was all a lie. Then I find out that my father is so deeply involved in all of this that I can't possibly begin to comprehend where it all starts and where it ends. There were just too many lies. I couldn't think straight. Couldn't get my head around it all. When I went to unlock the door for you, I walked right by the cabinet – it was an escape. I took it as a way out. I didn't ... I wasn't sure that I would use the morphine, that I would need it. When I got home it was ... it was my only way out. I just wanted to stop thinking, stop feeling... dammit!" She's crying. Tears that she swore she would never shed in front of him. Not over this.
She feels a warm and protective arm around her shoulders, pulling her towards him. He gently holds her to him, rubs her back in a circular motion, soothing her. "It's okay. You're going to be okay". She rests her head under his chin. "What about us? Are we going to be okay?" she asks. He smiles, places a kiss on her forehead. "Yeah. Yeah...we might be a bit worse for wear, but we'll be alright".
