A/N: I'm struggling to write so instead I edited to feel productive and congrats! You get another chapter! Sonny this time. That man is nothing but trouble. Enjoy!

"Okay, easy Sonny," Lisa said. She had one arm around his waist, the other awkwardly holding open the door as they struggled to get across the threshold. They were both breathing hard and she regretted every, single day she'd skipped lifting. "Just a few more steps okay?"

"Damn it Davis, I am not an invalid!" He grunted and pulled away from her then promptly tripped on his own two feet and swore in pain. "Shit!"

She resumed her position at his side without a word, helping him to the couch. He was sweaty and pale, shaky with the pain. "Fucking terrorists," he ground out, a hand placed protectively against his ribs.

The fall from the rooftop that should have killed him had instead left him with a concussion and several broken ribs, along with some minor internal bleeding. As if bleeding from your organs could ever be minor.

She'd watched the whole thing from ISR, seen him fall, lie still in the street while the team converged on him. They hadn't known if he was dead or alive for a good three minutes until Jason radioed in. It had been the longest three minutes of her life to date and every time she thought about it she felt panic creep through her chest.

According to Trent, Sonny had slipped in and out of consciousness during the chopper ride and what little time he'd been awake had been spent throwing up repeatedly, which must have been absolute hell on his ribs. Trent said he'd been lucky not to puncture a lung.

That had been two days ago and as soon as Sonny had been deemed fit for travel they'd hopped aboard the transport and gone straight home. He needed strict supervision for the next few days and Lisa had offered to take the first shift. Clay was coming over in the morning, but until then it was just the two of them.

"How bad is your headache?" Lisa asked, once he was settled as much as possible, a pillow under his head and another under his back to try and alleviate the pressure on his ribs.

"Bad," he grunted, eyes closed. "'m dizzy. Feel like I'm in a damn dinghy in the middle of a hurricane."

"I'll get your meds," she said, heading for the kitchen, her worry now doubled. Sonny rarely showed weakness and if he was admitting to real pain then he was in worse shape than she'd thought.

She grabbed the bag they'd retrieved from the pharmacy and a glass of water. "They don't work," Sonny griped when she returned.

"Take them anyway," she commanded.

He grudgingly accepted the glass, wincing when he had to lift his head to swallow. "God I'm so tired," he said.

"Just go to sleep then," Lisa told him.

"Can't," he said. "Hurts too much."

She felt her heart squeeze a little bit. He'd put on a good show in front of the boys, but now he was breaking a little bit. She felt a mixture of pleasure that he'd let his guard down around her, and pain that he was suffering in front of her while she could do nothing.

"Here." She slid onto the couch and put his head in her lap, running her fingers gently through his hair. His eyes closed and gradually she began to feel him relax. She moved her fingers to his temples, his neck, adding some gentle pressure, not wanting to hurt him anymore than he already was.

"Feels good," he muttered.

"Shh," she said. "Go to sleep. I'll wake you up in a couple hours."

The doctor had recommended sleep but regular check-ins throughout the first couple of nights. That proved easier said than done. Even though Sonny was a hard sleeper he roused easily, a byproduct of years of middle of the night phone calls and having to catch sleep in tents, on the ground, and in the air. But tonight she struggled to get him awake and lucid enough to answer her simple questions. The third time she tried it took him so long that she nearly panicked and called 911. But he came around eventually, thoroughly disgruntled and irritable. "Why do you keep doing that?" he growled at her.

"Because you keep trying to get yourself killed," she shot back.

"Oh yeah," he said, looking apologetic. "Sorry about that."

"Maybe next time try not falling off a building."

"I'll do my best." He looked up at her. "Will you please come get in this bed now?"

She'd refused initially, afraid of accidentally bumping him in her sleep and hurting him. It turned out she didn't need to worry, she wasn't sleeping anyway, instead sitting in the chair next to his bed, watching to make sure he was still breathing as the hours ticked by.

"Sonny…"

"You're not gonna hurt me woman. Get in here."

She reluctantly slid between the sheets, keeping her body as far away from him as possible. "Yeah, that ain't exactly what I meant," he said with a roll of his eyes. "I'm not made of glass."

"You coulda fooled me." Unbidden, hot, angry tears filled her eyes and she turned away, trying not to let him see.

"Hey, ow," Sonny grunted as he tried to reach for her. "Don't cry."

"I'm not," she swiped furiously at her eyes. "I'm not. I'm fine. Go back to sleep."

"Lisa," Sonny said firmly. "Come here."

She let him pull her a little closer, the tears refusing to stop. "You really fucking scared me Sonny Quinn," she said. "I'm so mad at you."

"I know. I'm sorry."

"You should be. You should be really sorry. I thought I'd just watched you die. Do you know how that felt?"

"Bad?"

"Yeah, bad. God," she swallowed and tried to get things under control. "Damn it. I'm sorry. You're hurt and tired and I wasn't going to say any of this."

"Hey, you can always tell me how you feel." He shifted so her head was tucked underneath his chin.

"I know we picked a dangerous job. I know that there are risks. I accept that. But that feeling, watching you just lying there…" she swallowed hard. "That was really bad Sonny."

"I know."

She turned so she was looking at him. "I love you. And I don't want you to die. I just, I want to be really clear about that. I know the job is tough and there are no guarantees, but I really, really don't want you to die."

"I'll do my best."

"You promise?"

His eyes were closing, his breathing evening out again. "I promise."

They both knew he couldn't really promise her anything. But for tonight, the words were enough.

A/N: Have I told you how much I love these two? Have I mentioned that they are absolutely getting back together? Because they are. If we all believe it, it will happen. Leave your love in the reviews!