A/N okay, now that you have read the chapter before, this might make some more sense. This scene is pretty obvious…it comes in the second time that Sara shows up on Catherine's door step, the one with the beer bottle. Also I will keep changing POV every chappy.
Sara POV
I really don't know how I ended up on Catherine's doorstep feeling violent and upset. All I really remember is her comforting arms wrapping around me, making me feel safe and at home. For once in my life I could sob without feeling guilty, without feeling weak or vulnerable. No, in her arms I could cry and sob and still feel brave.
My arm was bleeding as she gently pried my unnaturally cold fingers off the beer bottle's neck. It was a Corona, one I distinctly remembered drinking earlier that day, and into the evening…and most likely before I got there. She whispered soft comforting words into my ear, as her slender fingers brushed the glass off my arm to examine the wound. Her expression resembled one I had seen so many times before, one that she wore when analyzing evidence at the lab.
At the lab, the lab, I don't even want to think of it. I try to push the memory aside, focusing solely in the blood that was dripping so methodically from my arm. It is easier said then done, especially when I loose the body warmth that had been wrapped around me, keeping out the cold chill of reality. My eyes followed her rhythmic body as she stood up and loosed her grip on me. More comforting words that I could not comprehend left her lips before she marched off towards the bathroom, questing for something to clean my wound with.
It felt like hours, and finally my savior returned, carrying a bandage, a blanket and god's gift from heaven- coffee. I gave her a small smile, and she returned it with a reassuring one. She took my hands in her own as slowly closed them around the steaming mug, bringing temporary warmth back into my limbs. That done I soon found a blanket around me, and my wound freshly cleaned. It wasn't in till all this had been completed and I was settled back into her friendly embrace did I find the courage to tell her why I was here.
"h….he fired me" there, I had said it. I lapsed into sobs again, sounding very much like a fish out of water. I gasped for air, trying to fight the acidic tears that where threatening to fall again. I couldn't fight them anymore, I didn't want to, so for the second time that week I cried onto Catherine's shoulder. Never had I felt such freedom and sorrow at the same time.
Thats it! plase R&R and hopefully i will get another chappy up soon
-Dev