Disclaimer: I don't own Covert Affairs, shocking I know, but I, a broke college student, does not own her own TV show.
Author's Note: I am so sorry. I realize you probably all hate me and have cursed my lateness at some point or another, but I have finished the story. Actually It's been done for awhile, which probably makes this worse, but I have an excuse! First I was in camping in Yosemite, so no internet, and then my computer crashed and it took forever to get it fixed and then to top it off I had midterms for all my science classes. Please don't hate me.
~Thanks for your wonderful tolerance!~
The lights above me were so bright that I couldn't see anything. I went from absolute darkness to an overwhelming sense of light. I turned my head trying to escape it. After not looking directly into the source, my vision began to return. At first I could only see shapes and shadows. At the edge of my bed was a particularly large blur. The longer I stared the clearer it became. It was Auggie. I smiled. He sat in the chair next to me still fast asleep. His hair was messy, and I vaguely remember running my fingers through it. It had been softer then I had imagined. There was a book in Braille on the nightstand. As I ran my fingers through his shaggy hair again he murmured in his sleep. He was so peaceful when he slept, all of his tension and cold walls gone. I wish I could sleep like that, but my stomach hurt with every breath. I turned my head away from Auggie and found the nurse call button near my side, so I pressed it and went back to watching my best friend as I waited. I let my fingers slip out of his hair and trace patterns on the plain white sheets below me. The moment the door opened Auggie shot up straight. I couldn't control the laugh that bubbled out past my lips, though I regretted it instantly as the pain ripped through my abdomen.
"I see someone needs more meds," An overly perky nurse said, "I'll just be right back then, Sleeping Beauty."
"Annie?" Auggie asked once the nurse had left.
"So now you wake up." I said as I playfully smacked his shoulder. His trademark smirk flashed back into place as my hand fell back to the bed.
"How long have you been awake?" I shrugged then realized he couldn't see it, which was good because the movement made me wince. He reached his hand out so I took it.
"Only about ten minutes or so."
"Why didn't you wake me?"
"You looked so tired and content I just didn't have the heart to wake you." He placed his other hand over the ones we already hand entwined.
"How do you feel?"
"Like I just got shot." He laughed and traced his fingers up and down my hand memorizing ever detail.
"How is it that you manage to find trouble in a innocent little café?"
"Just lucky I guess." One of his hands traveled up my wrist and arm to my shoulder. It kept going up my neck and landed on my cheek.
"Can you stop scaring me like this?" He pressed a chaste kiss to my temple, "You being in the hospital for two days unconscious is hard on my nerves."
"Two days?" I squeaked unattractively, much to my mortification. Thankfully the nurse returned at that moment distracting me from my humility.
"Here you go, love." He said as he injected even more chemicals into my IV line. Auggie's hand tightened on mine. As the nurse left, I felt the pain start to ebb away.
"What's with the death grip, Aug?" He forced his hand to relax along with his jaw.
"I just don't like that guy. He has hit on every female patient since I've been here." I brought our hands up to my lips and pressed a kiss to his knuckles.
"Thank you for being over protective." He really shouldn't be here when I'm drugged, but he just smiled at me and kept his fingers laces with mine. This boy is truly oblivious. That was the last thing I remember think before I fell into a medicated sleep.