All Lindsay had been doing was waiting. Waiting for the team to arrive. Waiting for the doctors. Waiting for Flack to wake up. Two days later she was still waiting.

Lindsay gasped as she saw Flack's eyelids flutter slightly. This was the first sign of movement and life that she had seen from him. It had been two days and he had been laying silently and still – no movement, no sounds, other than the rise and fall of his chest and the steady beep of the machines around him.

Her eyes were now focused on his eyelids, more specifically on his eyelashes. Lindsay began to think that her mind was beginning to play tricks on her. Maybe she hadn't seen his eyes begin to open. She had been at the hospital for a little over 48 hours now. The only time she had left was when Danny offered her a ride home so she could grab a change of clothes and return to the hospital to be with Flack.

Lindsay continued to stare, unconsciously holding her breath and watching Flack's thick eyelashes for any sign of movement. And then, Lindsay noticed it again. A ripple of movement moved through his lashes and then underneath his eyelids. As if he were prying them open from the inside, Flack's eyes slowly opened. Lindsay could tell from the look on his face that he was disoriented and confused, scared even.

Lindsay stood up next to the bed and leaned over Flack gently, taking care not to touch him except for her hand that firmly held his.

"Hey." Lindsay said in a hushed tone, a warm smile spreading across her face.

Flack opened his mouth to talk, but his voice came out as a scratchy mumble. The moment he realized he couldn't talk, panic took over. Flack's eyes darted from Lindsay, around the room and then back to Lindsay.

Lindsay recognized Flack's panic and tenderly put her hand on the side of his head, grazing his soft hair.

"Hey, don't worry. You had a tube down your throat. I'm sure it's hard to talk. Let's get you some water and see if that helps, okay?" Lindsay said reassuringly to Flack. Flack blinked his eyes a few times, the look of panic and confusion not really fading from his face.

Lindsay brought a straw to Flack's lips and he slowly drank a few drops of water. A bit of the water managed to trickle down Flack's lips and onto his chin. Lindsay bent over gently, one hand on the bed to support her weight, and wiped the stray drops away. The sudden movement in the bed caused Flack to move, bringing a wave of pain in his chest. As the pain hit its climax, Flack reflexively took a deep breath, causing him to choke on his water and sputter and cough, attempting to dislodge the stray water droplets from his throat.

The sudden coughing, sputtering and pain threw Lindsay as she jumped back from the bed. It scared Lindsay to see Flack in such pain and struggling to breath. Flack's coughing was more like a dry scratching and wheezing through his dry throat. Flack squeezed his eyes tightly shut to fight off the pain.

The coughing subsided and soon Flack's body was still again. Lindsay stepped closer to the bed, taking his hand in hers again.

"You have to stop scaring me like that." Lindsay whispered. She still stood over Flack so he could see her fully.

"Didn't mean to." Flack said hoarsely. Lindsay brought the straw back to Falck's lips and he took another sip of water, this time without incident. "How long have you been here?"

"Since the explosion." Lindsay said honestly. She could see by the look in Flack's eyes that he wanted to know how long he had been in there, so she continued. "I've been here for the last two days. Mac gave me some time off."

"Oh." Flack said quietly, his eyes looking down at nothing in particular. "Thanks, Linds."

"For staying by your bedside or trying to kill you with the water? Which one?" Lindsay said, attempting to lighten the mood.

"Both." Flack said, attempting a smile. Instead his lips pulled into a straight line. He gently squeezed Lindsay's hand just as his eyelids closed again, becoming still, and allowing him to drift into a deep sleep.

Lindsay sank back into the chair that she had stationed next to Flack's bed and sighed a deep sigh of relief. Closing her own eyes, she could feel them burn with exhaustion and spent tears before opening them again. Lindsay took Flack's moment of peace to go talk to his doctors and call in to the lab and inform them of the latest developments.