Disclaimer: I don't own SVU. This is simply my mind not agreeing...
Broken glass on the ground
Reflecting light from all around
These tiny pieces of my soul
In brilliant colors, greens and gold's
Bleeding life from inside of me
The crimson glass pouring out of me
Passion dying, losing spledor
From purple to blue, losing it's hue
My life in all it's stained glass glory
Nothing more than my tragic story
Mercy General Hospital
January 16, 2006
12:58 PM
I open my eyes and am immediately overwhelmed by a cloud of brown hair. I bury my face in it, inhaling the comforting, childlike scent. I lie there, rubbing my hand over her tiny back, loving the feeling of holding my daughter again.
I tense up when I hear the door squeak open, knowing that it wasn't the nurse, seeing as she had been in about ten minutes before. I slowly lift my head up and turn to face the door… and my visitor.
I sigh, part in relief, part in annoyance, as my best friend creeps into the room, not realizing I'm awake. "You know, it's a good thing you never followed through on the whole secret agent thing. Cause a giant walks quieter than you." I laugh as he jumps at the sound of my voice.
Luke grins as he walks over to the bed and leans down to kiss my forehead. "How you doing, angel?" he asks, giving me a questioning look at the way I tensed up when he invaded my space.
I roll my eyes and push him away. "I'm fine. And don't call me angel." I turn my attention back to my daughter as she shifts in her sleep. I run my hand through her hair, can't believing how much it's grown since the last time I saw her.
He pulls the chair over to the bed and sits down, watching me silently. I cringe under his scrutiny, hating the way he always seems to look right through me. "Stop staring. You're creeping me out." I try to diffuse the uncomfortable silence.
He sighs, leaning forward in the chair. "She misses you. She's always asking when you're coming home." he tells me, starting up the argument we've been having for the past three years.
I drop my head back onto the pillow and close my eyes. "I'm not having this conversation again. Just drop it already!" I snap, trying to keep my voice steady. Knowing that having a full out screaming match with him isn't a good idea.
He puts his hands up, surrendering the fight for now. He's quiet for a moment, before he opens his mouth to say something, and then closes it again. He sits back, looking at me like there's something he wants to say.
I roll my eyes, hating it when people don't just say what's on their minds. "You look like a fish. Just spit it out already." I say quietly, having a bad feeling about this.
He folds his hands and leans his head against them, looking like he's in prayer. He then looks up at me, his blue eyes piercing into mine. "I called your parents." he tells me.
I sit up quickly, dislodging my sleeping daughter in the processes. "You did what?" my exclamation coming out as a screech as the pain shoots through my left side. The machine monitoring my heart starts going crazy, alerting the nurse.
She rushes in, and quickly picks my crying daughter off of the bed and hands her to Luke. She pushes me back down and moves to up my morphine. "I'm going to have to ask you to leave." she says, turning to Luke.
I reach my arms out for my daughter, giving her a hug and kiss. She clings to me as Luke picks her up, disorientated from being woken up. He walks across the room, with her over his shoulder.
I smile as she reaches up to rub her watery eyes, wishing with all my heart that they were brown…