Sarah sat on her bed in her room. It was about the only place she could be where her mother didn't worry after her. After the accident, she had only been left with a heavy bruise along her side, a concussion and some tenderness throughout her body. It wasn't enough to warrant over the top worrying, at least, Sarah believed that. Her mother had different ideas.

Recovery felt a lot like being punished. She couldn't leave the house for long, her mother was always checking up on her, and Sarah was always forced to announce when she was using the washroom, because her mother would hear her walking around and call up, "What do you need?"

Fortunately, just like prison, Sarah was allowed visitors. She wasn't really in the mood to see anyone, but couldn't refuse when Kelly popped by. At the very least, it would be someone new worrying about her. A fresh voice behind the incessant "Are you okay?"

She knew they all meant well. Maybe it was because she wasn't okay that the question bothered her so much.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Kelly asked and Sarah clenched her jaw to keep from lashing out.

"Fine."

"Okay, sorry," Kelly muttered. "It's just… you really don't look it."

"It's worse than it looks," Sarah answered about the bruise on her side, which was currently surrounded by a pile of ice-packs, which though it felt good, was also causing Sarah to tremble from the cold, making her more than a little uncomfortable and extra irritable.

"If you say so," Kelly said and sat awkwardly in silence again. She knew Sarah wasn't being intentionally hostile, though it was still a tough pill to swallow. Her girlfriend had been through so much, Kelly couldn't blame her short fuse or bitter answers. What really irked her was that, once more, she had no idea how to help, despite wanting to desperately. "Uh… do you want me to put on some music?"

"No."

"TV?"

"No."

"Do you want a book?"

"No."

"Is there anything you want?" Kelly asked. Sarah shot her a glare, then turned away. Kelly sighed, "Right, sorry."

"It's just…" Sarah said and Kelly sat up a little. "He let him die."

"Mick? Sarah, it really sounds like... I mean, even the way you tell it…"

"He was hurt," Sarah said. "Of course he was fucking hurt! A building collapsed on him. You survived a building collapse."

"Barely," Kelly muttered, shrinking in her chair again as she reminded herself repeatedly that Sarah wasn't herself. Kelly remembered losing her own father, not too long ago, and all the pain that had caused her. They hadn't even been on good terms at the time, and she already never wanted to see him again. She couldn't imagine losing a parent she still adored deeply.

"And Mick… he just… I mean, who the hell gave him permission to just… dump my dad like that. Like he meant nothing."

"You were in a warzone."

"I was looking for that damned time machine!" Sarah shouted, her face quickly turning red while Kelly's eyes filled with tears. She hated how useless she felt, and she hated how Sarah was making her feel worse about it by yelling and cursing. She looked to the bruise along Sarah's hairline, reminding herself that this wasn't the real Sarah. She would have to deal with it all for now and hope something could help her eventually.

Or soon. Preferably soon.

Sarah felt her temper boiling over. She felt the redness in her faith and the bitterness of her actions. When she saw Kelly wiping away the tears in her eyes, though, it all flushed away. She had to remind herself who she was angry with. Kelly had done nothing wrong. She was only here to help.

"I'm sorry," Kelly whispered and now Sarah felt like a complete ass. She never intended on making her girlfriend cry. She hated knowing she was the reason her girlfriend was so upset. Tears welled up in her own eyes as her anger quickly dissolved into pain.

More pain. Too much pain.

She uncrossed her arms, inviting Kelly to the bed, but her girlfriend hesitated. Sarah hated seeing that. She hated that she had hurt her girlfriend. Still, Kelly did come over, sitting on the end of the bed. Sarah pushed off the blankets and crawled over to her.

"I'm sorry," she said and wrapped her arms around Kelly. She rested her head on her shoulder.

Kelly still wasn't sure what to do, but Sarah had nestled into her, seeking comfort. She didn't want to deny the pink Ranger anything right now and wrapped her arms around her and held her close.

"It's okay."

"It's not okay," Sarah whispered as a heavy lump built up in her throat. "I'm sorry I yelled. It's not okay."

"Sarah…"

"I had him," Sarah whispered and pulled in closer to Kelly. Kelly squeezed her just a little tighter.

"I know you did."

"Mick let him go."

"I know."

"He's gone. He's… he's actually gone."

"He is," Kelly nodded and for a second, she regretted having said it. Almost as soon as those words left her lips, Sarah started to sob loudly and her body trembled so much, Kelly worried she was having a seizure. But she didn't let go of her girlfriend. She had no idea what to do or what Sarah needed, but Sarah had come to her for comfort and she wouldn't turn her away.

So Sarah cried, loudly, and for a long time, and Kelly sat there, holding her, not saying a word except the occasional, "It's okay," until, eventually, Sarah stopped. There were a few hiccups, and a few times Kelly though Sarah might start crying again, but finally, it was all over. Sarah pulled away, out of her arms, and wiped her eyes.

"Thank you," she whispered and though Kelly couldn't believe it, she was sure she saw a ghost of a smile. "I… I think I needed that."

"Y-Yeah," Kelly nodded her head. "Uh, anytime."

Her conversation with Hayley suddenly came to mind, "At the end of the day, you tried your best, you did what you needed to help her, and as you said, she was feeling a little better by the time Jenny showed up. That means you did something right. Maybe, just sitting with her was enough."

Maybe just sitting with her was enough, Kelly thought, and that made her smile too. She still didn't know how she could help Sarah. She still wasn't sure if there was anything she could do, but she knew she had done something already.

She wasn't useless; not completely, anyways. And she was only going to get better.

Hopefully, though, the problems weren't going to be so dramatic. Kelly could do with some regular, high school drama for the next little while. Or at least something that didn't involve alien monsters, time travel, teenage superheroes and the end of the world.