A/N- Sorry for not posting for a while, but I have a few new chapters! Please give me your thoughts on how I should ship Sarah! (eg, Rheese, which is what I'm going towards)
"Hey, Dr Reese, easy there," a familiar voice echoed as Sarah's eyelids fluttered open. She felt groggy and tired, like someone had just woken her up from a nap. "Easy, easy, there you go."
She recognised Dr Charles' face smiling at her before everything came flooding back. She started to hyperventilate again, and her heart began to pound in her chest, her mind replaying the same few seconds over and over and over. The bright red blood. The dead kid.
"Sarah, Sarah, look at me, look at me!" he said picking up her hands. "Look at your hands, I'm holding them, you're safe now, you're safe here."
Slowly, her breathing slowed down and she her heartbeat returned to normal. She gazed up at Dr Charles and saw flickers of panic in his face.
"Thank you," she mumbled as she wrapped her arms around him and he cautiously returned the hug. "I'm so sorry, I should have listened- "
"Hey, we'll talk about that later, okay? But for now you need to get better! Let the doctors do their job!" he smiled.
"No, no, it's not okay! A kid is dead because of me!" she wailed, turning away from Dr Charles, afraid of getting a disappointed look from him.
"A kid is dead?" he asked, his brow scrunching with confusion. "Hey we can discuss all that later, but you need some rest!" he reasoned looking at Sarah, who had hidden her face behind her hands. "Dr Reese, Sarah, look at me, look at me!"
She obliged and slowly lowered her hands, revealing her red and muddied face, tears still sliding down her cheeks.
"I promise you, I'm not mad about what you did, but we'll talk about it later, alright?" Dr Charles added with a warm smile.
Sarah nodded and showed a smile back, grateful for his kind words and forgiving nature. If Abrams was her boss, she would probably would have died from criticism.
"I'll let you get some rest… see you later Dr Reese."
"Thank you, Dr Charles," she whispered as a new figure entered the room.
"Good afternoon, Dr Reese, you don't mind if I examine you?" the blonde-haired CT surgeon said.
"Oh, of course not, and you can call me Sarah, I'm not working. Obviously," she answered, unsure of Ava's reaction to what she said.
"Sure, Sarah," she nodded, examining the array of machines scattered around the bed. "Has Plastic Surgery been up to see you yet?"
"Um, no, I don- "
"I'll go up there and tell them myself. Obviously their pager's broken," she snapped. "Are you in much pain Dr R- Sarah?"
"No, I feel kind of groggy though- "
"That's from the sedative we had to give you, it should wear off in a few minutes."
"Oh yeah and sorry- "
"No need to apologise. Have you been experiencing any nausea?"
"No, I have- "
"Has your memory started to come at all yet?"
"Umm-"
"Sarah?"
Dr Bekker turned away from the machines to face the psychiatrist.
"No, I still can't remember anything."
"I'll order a second Head CT then. Thank you for your cooperation," Ava said before leaving.
"Thanks?" Sarah asked, unsure of what had just happened.
She sat in silence for a few minutes, trying to think about anything apart from the morning's occurrences. Noah… why was he the first thought to pop into her head? His relentless flirting with her was mostly annoying, but still funny to see him try and try to ask her out successfully. But there was one time that being with Noah was a possibility, when she had been teaching the high schoolers about the responsibilities of being a parent, and he had told her that she'd be a great mom, despite her constant denial. Coming from anyone else, it would have sounded creepy or even disturbed, but in that moment, it sounded… flattering, in a way. But she'd rather die than go out with Noah, as his flirtatiousness was making her less and less romantically attracted to him every day, if that was possible.
And there were other men in the hospital whom she liked.
