"- and then those death ray things just made it disappear! Just like that! I think you call it vaporising or something-"

Kensi smiled tiredly at her boyfriend's mother. Like Deeks, Roberta had the ability to cheer her up completely. Also, like Deeks, just talking to her sometimes just confused her and tired her out. Honestly, the two of them would make the perfect comedy act.

She'd been here for the better part of the morning, just after Kensi's physiotherapy session. Kensi suspected that she'd been lurking around bothering the nurses until Kensi returned bit Kensi wouldn't rat her out. Which she really appreciated, she had a tenancy to slip into a depressive state after facing her limitations in physio and Roberta was just the woman to keep her out of it. That and she was just easy to be with, Kensi got on well with her (better than her own mother but that was a different story). They had some really good talks from her job to Deeks to whatever either of them was currently interested in, tough she'd had to stop discussing weapons because Roberta got far too interested and freaked Deeks out. The spoilsport. Currently, Roberta was into sci-fi movies. Older ones to be exact.

Ken's felt the urge to yawn come over her. No, she wasn't tired! Stupid body. She couldn't be tired; she's been lying down all the freaking time. A clenched jaw took care of that issue. Ha! Take that yawn!

Yep, she definitely needed to get a hobby or something.

"I better quit my yakking so you can sleep," said Roberta suddenly. "You've been trying not stop yourself from yawning for the last ten minutes."

Worried that Roberta thought Kensi wanted to get rid of her, Kensi quickly lied, "No, honestly I'm fine!"

Roberta gave her a look that implied she didn't believe her and patted her arm.

"You need your rest, Kensi. Don't try and keep yourself awake just to talk to me. We can talk any time."

Kensi rubbed at her eyes and shook her head.

"I'm fine," she stubbornly insisted.

It was moments like these that Kensi really saw the physical resemblance between Deeks and his mother. It was actually scary how Roberta was giving her the exact same look that Deeks gave her when she was doing something that he deemed stupid. Right down to the arched eyebrow.

"I have an appointment with my new personal trainer in two hours anyway," Robert told her, looking at her phone. "Thanks for recommending that company by the way."

"No problem," Kensi waved off with a smile. "Glad you finally found someone suitable."

"We'll see."

How did she make that sound ominous?

Roberta started gathering her bag and coat, slipping her phone into her pocket.

"You rest up, you hear?" she instructed. "You won't get better otherwise. And listen to those doctors!"

Kensi rolled her eyes but smiled. She couldn't help it, somehow the gentle admonishments and advice didn't come across as a telling off.

"Will do," Kensi promised her, giving the woman a hug as she leaned down.

And with a flurry of a coat and a half-closed bag, Roberta was away and cheerfully saying goodbye to any staff she came across.

Kensi settled back against her pillows that she had all propped up so she could sit up somewhat normally without pain. The room was very quiet now and seemed so large. Roberta could really fill it.

A spasm shot down her side. Kensi grimaced and rubbed ineffectively at it until it passed.

She hated feeling like this; tired and achy before medications and all foggy after. And don't get her started on the constant feelings of helplessness. And everyone was treating her like a grumpy child. Ok, that was unfair. They were trying to look after her, rally around her, and she was being ungrateful. She hated feeling like she was being ungrateful.

It was just hard. That was no excuse but it didn't make it any less hard, did it. It was hard moving. It was hard dealing with the pain. It was hard trying to sort her thoughts. It was hard trying to face her possible physical limitations.

Ok, she was actually pointedly ignoring that last one because there was a lot more than just 'hard' involved there. She had decided that it did her no good to even think of that at the moment. Of course, that just meant that she became incredibly frustrated during physio which really helped no one and she's probably terrified all the nurses by now. She really needed to get them an apology card or something.

Grunting, Kensi rolled herself over onto her back. Ah, the ceiling. Her old friend. She knew every single tile and crack up there. Without looking, she could tell you that the tile directly above her had a strange blue tint in one corner and two tiles to the left of that had a very fine crack that looked like a jagged lightning bolt. Fascinating stuff.

She really needed to get out of here, that last thought was too sarcastic even for her. But she didn't want to go out. Not in that wheelchair that she currently needed. She just couldn't use it. Her whole mind baulked at it.

It was stupid, wasn't it? Her want (and quite frankly need) to go outside should trump whatever reservations she had over a stupid chair with oversized wheels. Except it didn't. Yep, stupid. It made her feel pathetic.

And she was. Pathetic that was. There were so many people worse off than her and she was here complaining about partial, temporary paralysis. See? Pathetic. She was alive, wasn't she? She could still move somewhat independently and had full mental capabilities. She really had no right to complain.

A jaw cracking yawn practically split her face in two. She was just over her medications making her tired all the time, she'd spent enough time sleeping in her coma for crying out loud!

"Aargh," she screeched into her pillow.

This all sucked.