I pray the Lord my soul to take

"That's not the next line." Bobby heard Lucy's voice. "The next line is – see me safely through the night." Bobby's brow furrowed in pain, he was disoriented, there was an alarm blaring in his brain. He needed to shut off his damn alarm clock. He just wanted one morning, just one morning, where he felt rested.

"Lucy." He wasn't sure that he had actually said her name. And, he wasn't sure it was an alarm, he realized it was the sound of sirens splintering his brain. He realized he was in an ambulance, and that Lucy wasn't even there. He started to try and move, but the pain in his chest blacked him back out.

"Detective Goren." Someone with some kind of authority was saying his name. "Detective." Bobby was struggling to open his eyes, he was still fighting for breath, but the pain in his chest was making him sick.

"You have some cracked ribs. Detective, lie still." The voice with authority was talking to him again.

Bobby opened his eyes, he could see the ceiling, and he could tell he was in the hospital.He could see what looked to be a nurse pushing medication into his IV line. In what almost seemed instant, a blanket of drugs spread over his brain, and some of the pain subsided. He remembered Logan knocking into him, he remembered the car knocking into him, he remembered knocking into the ground. He remembered Kowalski making sure the truth about Charles London came out. He hazily thought about that for a moment, the importance of truth, about how all of the truths in his life had disappeared in practically an instant when Brady slammed into his life in the days before his mother passed away.

"Detective." The voice again, bright light in his eyes. "Please just try to lie still." The voice implored, Bobby hadn't realized he was moving. He tried to relax back against the table. "Good. Just lie still for a moment." The voice said again.

10, 9, 8, 7, 6… He was counting backward in his brain, trying to get his bearings.

"Bobby." He could hear Lucy say his name. "Bobby." He could feel someone touching his hand, his forehead, running their hand across his hair.

"Lucy." He said her name, shaking his head slightly, trying to force himself to open his eyes.

"It's Eames." The voice was different. No one was touching him, he opened his eyes to find his partner standing nearby.

"Eames." Bobby said, trying to focus on her, not succeeding.

"Do you know where you are?" Eames asked.

"Hospital." He replied.

"Do you remember what happened." Eames asked.

"Car accident." He said, remembering the car hitting him. "Cracked ribs." He continued, remembering what he thought a doctor had said to him.

"Three." Eames supplied, still standing nearby. Bobby lifted his hand, which felt extremely heavy, and remembered the nurse pushing the pain medicine into his IV. He definitely still felt drugged.

"Three." He let his hand drop, and closed his eyes.

"Bobby." Lucy's voice again, but this time Bobby didn't believe it, he didn't want to open his eyes and see that she was not there. "Bobby." Someone touching him again, the back of her hand against his cheek, her finger tips in his hair. "Bobby."

"What?" He felt grouchy, his head hurt, his chest hurt, his breath was shallow. He opened his eyes, and this time he really did see Lucy standing there. "Eames?" He said, thinking she had just been there.

"It's Lucy." She said. Again, he was struggling to focus.

"Lucy." He said her name, his tongue felt thick in his mouth. "Were you here before?" He asked.

"Eames was here, but I was here before that." Lucy offered, and Bobby knew that he had not imagined her being there, imagined her touch. "Do you know where you are?" Lucy asked. Bobby smiled, very high on the pain meds.

"I just went through this with Eames." He said, his words slipping together.

"Right. She was here." Lucy repeated, looking over her shoulder toward the door. "She just stepped out. Would you like for me to get her?" Lucy took her hand away, leaving his skin feeling cold where her warm palm had been. He sluggishly reached out for her, and she caught his heavy hand in hers.

"No." He nodded. As he said the word, he was having a hard time keeping his eyes open. He could feel Lucy return, standing close to the bed, still holding his hand in hers. "Now I lay me down to sleep…" He mumbled the first line of a verse that had been spinning around in his head.

"Now I lay me down to sleep." Lucy repeated, taking her hand from his to touch his forehead, to run her hand down his face. "I pray the Lord my soul to keep." His eyes were closed as he listened to her. "See me safely through the night." She continued, and he turned his face closer into her hand. "And wake me with the morning light." She finished, letting the back of her hand linger on his face for a moment.

He couldn't seem to open his eyes. He wanted to tell her that was not how it went, the last two lines were - And if I die before I wake,I pray the Lord my soul to take. And he had, he had prayed the Lord his soul to take. But he didn't have enough energy or thought left to say anything. He drifted off to sleep thinking of her words, about safely through the night.


A/N: This bed time verse has a lot of renditions, mostly around the last two lines... Reviews welcome if you would like two more lines :)