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Eating, Speaking, Listening

Grissom stared at the ceiling. He thought about what Heather told him. About him not making a move…about him forgetting his friends…about Princess Heather's plan…about Warrick, Nick, and Greg's bet…about everything.

Grissom was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard the door open. It was Sara.

"Hello your majesty. I think it's time for you to eat your breakfast."

Only then did Grissom realize that she was holding a tray filled with food.

"Have you eaten?" asked Grissom

"Yes your majesty, I have. Thanks for asking."

Sara ordered him to sit and lean against the headboard of his bed and then she placed the tray on his stomach.

"Sara, you don't need to do this. I can eat perfectly fine by my own." Grissom said as he saw Sara cutting the bacon strips into pieces and trying to feed him.

"No. I should feed you. So just relax your majesty." said Sara as she fed him some soup

"I'm fine." protested Grissom

"No you're not. Stop trying to prove that you're not sick because you are. Don't strain yourself otherwise you might catch fever."

Grissom just nodded. After all, he was tiring rather easily.

After eating, Sara made sure to give the prince his dose of medicine. After doing so, Grissom easily fell into a deep slumber. Sara quickly but silently went to the kitchens to let them clean the dishes and the tray that Sara brought to the prince. She quickly went upstairs, intending to sleep alongside Prince Gil, but she hesitated at his door. Instead, she went inside her bedroom and pulled out her diary.

Prince Gil's sick. He has the measles and I can't help but be worried over him. I know that normally, he would hate it if I made such a fuss about him, but I can't help it. People can die because of measles. I know that.

If Prince Gil is trying to give me a high blood pressure, I'm sure that by now, he will have achieved that already. First the war, then this…Doesn't he care about his health anymore? I know I don't have the right to be this protective and this concerned over him but…I can't help it.

Though I'm scared to admit it, Prince Gil…could make me feel things other men couldn't. I hate it…but at the same time, I love it. Prince Gil isn't like other men. He could easily reduce me, Sara Sidle, into a blabbering idiot if he wants to. He could easily make my knees turn into jelly with that boyish grin of his. He could easily make me change my opinions about things with his charm.

And it scares me. He made me lose control…and he gave me a glimpse of what it's like to be in love.

But at the same time, he gave me a glimpse of what it's like to be hurt.

Ever since I had kissed him…my world had been turned upside down…Because when I kissed him…God. I didn't even know that you can feel opposite feelings at the same time.

I felt so happy and yet so sad. I felt so full and so empty. I felt so loved and yet so rejected.

I felt so…I don't know. I was hurt and pained by what he had done the next day…and the explanation of why he could not take the risk…

It just hurt.

But I can't help but fall for him.

This is what I hate about my current situation.

I do not like to be hurt and yet I'm willing to love him even though he already hurt me.

I am at a loss for words. Words cannot describe my…feelings…My doubts…My regrets…My insecurities…My situation.

What do I do?

Sighing, Sara closed her diary and put it away. She then quietly went into Prince Gil's bedroom. Even though the doctor instructed her to sleep with him…she couldn't help but have second thoughts about her sleeping with the prince. She couldn't help the feeling that she was invading the prince's privacy. Nevertheless, she got under the covers and, after taking note of his itchy spots, snuggled closer to him.

Sara Sidle normally wasn't a person who enjoyed cuddling. But like many other things in her life, Prince Gil changed that.

Grissom unconsciously hugged Sara closer to him as if he was scared that she would go away. And Sara couldn't help but snuggle closer to him.

The last thought that entered Sara's mind was that she loved the feeling of not being alone. Yawning, she wished that she wouldn't be woken up by a nightmare but rather by a dream. Or perhaps, by the handsome prince that was sleeping beside her.