An hour later, Hank was sitting in the waiting room staring at the floor when Cindy sat down beside him.
"Thought you could use this." She said, handing him a cup of coffee.
Hank, pulling himself from his thoughts, looked up and gave Cindy a nod of appreciation as he took the coffee from her.
Hank was about to take a sip when he saw Dr. Halstead coming around the corner.
Standing, Hank met the doc halfway. Cindy at his side.
"Sergeant Voight. Cindy," Will began, "Layla is stable. I stitched up the wound on her forehead but she does have a concussion, so we'll be monitoring that for the next 24 hours. Her cheek is badly bruised but I didn't find any broken bones, which is good. Aside from that and some bruises, physically she's going to be fine."
"Can I see her?" Hank asked, relieved when Will nodded.
"Yeah, come on and I'll take you to her."
Hank followed Will to a room at the end of the hall.
When he walked in, Layla tried to smile at him.
"I look great, don't I?" She joked, not able to hide the tear that slipped from her eye as she looked down at her hands.
Hank walked over to her side and tucked her hair behind her ear.
"I think you look beautiful." He told her, grateful to have her safe and sound in front of him.
Layla laughed softly and wiped away a few more tears.
Then she looked at Hank's hands, which were covered with dry blood.
"I told him you would come for me." She whispered and Hank let out a sigh.
"It should have never gotten that far. I should have been there sooner." He said, guilt thick in his voice.
Layla put a hand on his arm.
"You got there soon enough." She told him, grateful that he hadn't been even a minute later.
Hank nodded, his throat tight with emotion.
"All I kept thinking was that you and I… we haven't had enough time together." Layla said, surprised to see a tear on his cheek when she looked up at him.
"No, we haven't." He agreed.
Layla moved over so Hank could sit on the bed beside her.
He obliged and she rested her head on his shoulder.
"We're going to get through this. Together." Hank told her, turning to kiss her gently on her forehead.
Layla looked up at him and nodded.
"I love you." She told him, her voice pinched at the end as tears started to fall again.
"I love you too, Layla. More than you know."