"I'm looking for my wife, Stephanie Adams-Foster!" Lena asked anxiously at the nurse's desk.
"Ma'am, you can't see her now. She's in-"
"I want to see her!" Lena yelled as tears streamed down her face.
"Ma'am-" the nurse began to say again.
Monte had been in the waiting room when she saw her run in. She walked over as Lena yelled at the nurse. She put her hand on the darker woman who quickly turned around. "Is she okay?" Lena whispered as she looked Monte over. The brunette was covered in blood, her cheek was bruised and her hair was a mess. "Oh my god." She said as she pulled Monte in. Lena started to break down; she sobbed holding the brunette tight. "I'm so sorry." Monte whispered into Lena's hair.
A few hours had passed. The waiting room was littered with police officers. Lena quietly listened as Monte gave her statement for the second time, tears slowly falling down both women's faces. "It was smart of her to say 'Officer Adams'." One of the officers said to another. "That's what alerted dispatch."
Lena held Monte's hand and hadn't let go, her hand at the moment was the closest thing to Stef. It was holding her down. Lena wanted to ask who the two woman Monte had been seen with but didn't. She wanted small talk but couldn't get out more than a sentence. She needed a distraction.
A doctor came out to tell Lena that Stef's surgery went well. She was being moved to another room and that Lena would be able to see her shortly. Relief flooded over her. They'd been here before and hopefully will have the same outcome as before.
Lena left Monte in the waiting room. She felt like she was walking in sand, each step she took seemed slower than the last as she was lead to the room. Same as before, Stef was hooked up to monitors. She looked so broken. Lena rushed to her side and reached for her wife's hand. Tears streaming down her face; "I love you. I thought I'd lost you." She whispered as Stef squeezed her hand.
Lena spent the next few nights at the hospital. All the kids had been shaken up over the news but they seemed to be handling it well.
"Has Monte seen Stef yet?" Callie asked Lena as they walked to the vending machine. Lena's heart dropped. She felt so bad; she hadn't talked to Monte since the day of the accident. "No." She whispered.
"I thought she had." Callie questioned. "She's been in the waiting room the last two afternoons."
"She has?" Lena asked surprised.
"Yea, I thought you knew."
Thirty minutes later Lena walked into the waiting room in search for Monte. She quickly spotted the brunette sitting in an arm chair with her feet curled underneath her. Callie was right. "Monte" she whispered as she approached. Monte glanced up at Lena; she quickly stood up and hugged the taller woman. Lena could feel the brunette shaking underneath their embrace. "Monte." She whispered as she put her hand to the back of Monte's head, slowly petting her hair. "Hey" she whispered again. Monte pulled away so they could look at each other. Tears rolled down the brunettes face. "I am so sorry Lena." She whispered. "It's okay, it's okay, everything's okay." Lena replied. "This whole thing is my fault." "No it's not!" Lena said quickly cutting her off. "You could have been killed." Lena whispered pulling Monte back into an embrace. "Stef could have died." Monte whispered. "I'm just glad the both of you are okay." Lena whispered into Monte's hair.