A/N: Sorry this took so long to update. I didn't think it would, at all. But I have been crazy busy pulling 50+ hours a week, and my beta had personal things going on (and I didn't want her feeling rushed). But she was kind and did this today (well, yesterday), and I am thankful she took the time to do so.
Also, there are multiple things in this chapter that weren't supposed to happen yet, but I am shorting the length but keeping the same material… So, sorry if it feels rushed.
But here you are
Chapter 15
"Captain Raydor, would you like to try?" Tara, the physical therapist, asked as she pulled away from Brenda to look at Sharon.
"Oh, um, I don't think that would be necessary."
"Actually, it would. Miss Johnson tells me that you are the one that takes care of her the majority of the time. Helping her with some of her physical therapy at home could potentially help recovery," Tara explained.
"Fine," Sharon said, standing. She moved over to Brenda on the floor. It'd been just over two months and Brenda still hadn't warmed up to Sharon. She had already finished reading her journals, and wondered where the rest were. She was positive there had to be more, because she wouldn't just stop writing in them.
Awkwardly, she hooked her arm underneath Brenda's knees. Her eyes closed and she took a deep breath as she thought of the many other times she had done this under vastly different circumstances. She felt her arm shaking with nerves and knew Brenda could feel it.
"Alright," Tara said. "Now pull her leg up to her chest, and hold it there for thirty seconds."
Sharon lifted the weight of Brenda's limp leg and pulled it up to the blonde's chest. She rested her body against Brenda's, only holding herself up with her knees and left arm. Brenda gasped at the feel of Sharon's body pressed on hers, and horror spread across her face.
Sharon refused to make eye contact as she counted under her breath. Once hitting 30, she carefully brought Brenda's leg back down and began the action with the opposite leg. This time Brenda caught Sharon's eyes and they froze, sadness filling them.
She had read in her journals how her past self was getting closer to Sharon. But she didn't want to again. It wasn't that she didn't see why she had gotten close to Sharon, especially with how kind Sharon had been treating her. She just wanted to be alone, and there was no way Sharon understood that. Brenda didn't know which she was more upset about, the fact she could no longer walk or that she had lost so many years. Not only had she lost those years, but she lost people. Everything in her life was different, and it was all too much to consume so quickly. She was grateful to Sharon, even if she didn't act like it. She was able to handle , but she didn't want her there... Charlie because she was family, but Sharon was someone she hardly knew. She knew it was wrong the way she was treating Sharon, to her but she couldn't help herself.
Not only that, she had recently found herself having odd dreams about Sharon. Dreams she didn't understand and would never dare admit to. Dreams of Sharon withering underneath her, panting and moaning her name. In almost all the dreams they were both. There were heavy kisses shared, and roaming hands. As much as she feared the dreams, it was one of the reasons why she slept so often.
"Thirty," they heard Tara say loudly. Sharon pulled away, and Brenda found it odd how she missed Sharon's touch. She heard Sharon clear her throat.
"You can sit up, Miss Johnson," Tara informed her. Using her arms as the only leverage, she pushed herself on her elbows then up into a seated position. "Now we are going to stretch your back. Sit up straight." Brenda listened to the instructions, and sat straight up even though it made pain run through her back.
Sharon and Brenda followed the directions they were given, even though it was awkward for Brenda. She knew that Sharon would now be required to do this everyday and would have to accept it. She wished they would just hire a nurse to do it, but if Sharon knew how to do it she knew Sharon wouldn't let her even entertain the idea.
*.*.*.*.*
Once they left, Sharon drove them back to Sharon's place. Sharon was running around knowing she had only taken a break from work long enough to take Brenda to her appointment. She was already running late and was trying to switch back into her heels and skirt.
She rushed over to the couch Brenda was laying across. She fixed her earring, and leaned down across the arm of the couch. Her smile towards Brenda was worried and careful, but hopeful.
"Rusty's not coming home tonight, he is heading over to Caycee and Charlie's. Charlie is heading this way, but I don't know how long she will take. It could be a minute or even an hour. So, is there anything you'd like me to do, or that you need help with before I leave?" she offered.
"No," Brenda muttered rudely, looking at Sharon.
"I'm trying to help you, Brenda."
"I didn't ask for your help, and I don't want your pity," she spat. The word cut Sharon deep, and her head popped back from the lash of the words. Brenda saw the pain in Sharon's eyes and turned her gaze back to the tv screen. Sharon pulled away, and folded her arms. She pulled her arms over her chest. She tried to control the watering in her jaw.
She let out a silent sob, and covered her mouth. With her free hand she picked up her bag and crossed over to her front door. She opened the door and jumped when she saw Charlie standing in front of it about to knock on the door.
"Oh my god, Charlie!" She exclaimed, wiping her tears.
"Are you okay?" Charlie asked with concern.
"I'm fine," she lied. "Careful, she's extra snappy today." She pushed herself past Charlie.
Charlie watched Sharon walk out and to her car. She made her way inside, and set her bag on the table beside the front door.
"Aunt Brenda?" she called out, not knowing which room she was in, but assumed. She began walking towards the living room.
"In here," she heard Brenda call out. She continued to the living room and found Brenda lying on the couch.
"What did you say to Sharon?" Charlie asked, gazing over at Brenda.
"Nothing," Brenda retaliated.
"Really?" Charlie pressed, knowing her aunt was lying.
Brenda sighed and looked over to Charlie. "I said nothing she couldn't take."
"You think so? Cause she was crying when I saw her."
Brenda's face softened, knowing her words hurt her but not that it made her cry. "She was?"
"Yea, even ice melts, Aunt Brenda. She is really sensitive right now. I guess she started seeing a therapist. Do you not know what she is going through?" Charlie asked, trying to understand.
"What?" Brenda questioned. "Something worse than losing your husband, your legs,you're your memory? What reason does she have to see a therapist? If anyone should, it should be me."
Charlie laughed slightly. "I cannot believe you just said that." She sighed, and pushed her hair out other face. "And I can't believe she hasn't told you anything." She paused for a moment. "She is going through a lot though. More than you think. She lost you and her sister at the exact same time..."Brenda squinted, not even knowing she had a sister, though the idea seemed familiar.
"The man that hit you, killed her twin sister in her living room right in front of her. Sharon shot him, and tried to save her sister but couldn't. this happened right after spending all night in the hospital with you... She had to go on a three week suspension, go to a physc, and she fell into a really bad depression. There's a lot more to that story, but I don't really know all the details. She is taking care of you. After everything she went through with you, you forgot all of it. And you're treating her like shit. She cares about you a lot, Aunt Brenda. She wants you to get better, but is terrified of it at the same time.
"Caycee told me that Sharon doesn't like showing emotion. But when you and her started being around each other more that for the first time, that either of her kids had seen, she was opening up. She opened up to you, and you forgot. By treating her like this, she is only pulling back more." Charlie explained. " And that is just from what I've heard from Rusty and Caycee."
"But why? Why didn't she tell me anything?" Brenda questioned.
Charlie shrugged. "Cause there is a lot more to it that I can't tell you, and I'm guessing that she isn't sure how to tell you - but you guys went through a lot." She shifted to look at her aunt better.
"Maybe I should give her a break from me," Brenda suggested. "Then try and talk to her. Would it bother you too much if I stayed with you tonight?"
*.*.*.*.*
Sharon tilted her head to side while theh case rattled in her brain. They were so close to the truth she could taste it. But they weren't quite there yet, and it was left to her to figure out. She rubbed her eyebrow, hoping the long day was over. She felt a hand on her lower back, and turned to see Andy comforting her. She smiled at him slightly, hoping no one saw his small gesture.
She heard footsteps entering the murder room, and her gaze drifted across the room. She saw Fritz walking into the room. Instantly she saw that he was lying about being in AA, just by his demeanor. She stood up straight, protruding confidence. Her gaze fixed on him, and her stomach dropped. What could he possibly want?
"Agent Howard?" she questioned catching his attention. "You need something?" her voice cold towards him. He felt all the eyes in the room on him.
"I need to speak with you," he told her. "In private."
She sighed. After giving her team a reassuring but weak smile, she walked to her office. Glad that she had left the blinds open earlier, she crossed behind her desk. She leaned against the table behind her and looked over to the man she detested.
"Rumor has it, Brenda lost her memory. I'm sure you've been feeding her lies. I want to talk to her," he said.
"You aren't going anywhere near her," she said without hesitation.
"She deserves my side of the story, and I have every right to talk to her."
"You have no right to anything about her; you're divorced."
"I wouldn't be divorced if you weren't blackmailing me."
"I wouldn't have anything to blackmail you with if you hadn't been abusing your wife!" she exclaimed, anger coursing through her veins. She let out a shaky breath, trying to calm herself.
He cocked his eyebrow. "She doesn't remember that, and you've probably been feeding her a bunch of lies about me. She deserves the whole truth."
"What truth? That you're a lying, cheating, wife beater? She doesn't need deal with that right now."
He leaned back, and folded his arms. "You haven't told her?" He chuckled devilishly. "Oh this is grand. You haven't told her yet? Of course you haven't, because that would mean you'd have to out yourself Wouldn't it be a shame if she found out?"
"You aren't going anywhere near her, and even if you did she wouldn't believe you." She pointed out. "You even think about coming near her again, and that is it. You're done." She leaned closer. "Now you're either going to leave this instant, or you can be carried out," she threatened. He looked behind him to the squad glaring at him through the window.
He leaned in close to her, causing her to step back. He stepped forward, closing her in against the table. He pushed his hand on her left hip, a gesture that could not be seen by her squad. She gasped, and began shaking.
"When she finds out, she'll want nothing to do with you," he whispered. "You'll be all alone again... I bet she doesn't even want you now. She probably hates you. Man, I hope she doesn't find out and hates you more. Wouldn't that be a shame?"
Sharon's pushed him away harshly, causing him to stumble backwards. Out of the corner of her eyes she could see her team on high alert with Andy's already standing by the door with his hand on the knob. She gestured her hand up slightly, signaling she was fine. She swallowed and looked back to Fritz.
"When she does find out, because I know she will at some point, she may hate me, but you? You will be nothing to her. She will want nothing to do with you." She spat at him. "Leave," she stated again.
He straightened his jacket, and walked out of her office. Andy gave him a firm shove with his shoulder as he walked into her office. He looked over Sharon who was now leaning against the table shaking uncontrollably.
"Sharon are you okay?" He asked walking over to her. Her arms wrapped around her stomach. Without thinking, she pulled Andy into a tight hug needing his strength and comfort. He wrapped his hand on her head, comforting her.
There was a buzz coming from her desk, causing the two to look over to her phone placed on it. She unlocked her phone, seeing she had received a message from Brenda. She pulled it up, and read it carefully.
Spending the night with Charlie. Thought you and I could both use some time away from each other.
Her heart sunk further, and she wrapped herself back in Andy's arms. Brenda didn't want to be near her, and knew she was confused with the whole situation. Maybe the time was coming to tell Brenda, even if it did mean losing her. Fritz was right about one thing - Brenda deserved the truth. Brenda didn't want her anyway, what would the truth hurt?
"Andy," she whispered, "could you come over tonight?" She looked up to him, feeling tears in her eyes. He nodded, and allowed her to bury into his chest again.
*.*.*.*.*.*
Brenda rolled over in her bed, unable to sleep. She had tried to call Sharon and let her know that Charlie had been invited to a concert, and didn't want to impeeade on her good time. She had been left home , alone, for the first time in weeks a. And it felt wonderful, even if just for the. Just to have silence.
But she knew that was over when she heard the front door to the house open. She sat up in her dark room, and extended her arm out for her lamp. She cut herself short when she heard a familiar male voice filling the silence.
"Sharon, why am I here?" She deciphered the voice as Andy's. She froze when she heard no reply, straining for Sharon's voice that did not come. She heard shifting about in the living room, followed by a crash not too far from her room. Careful not make noise, but with great effort, she pulled herself off her bed and fell to the floor, creating a soft thud. She paused to see if they had heard her. After receiving no response, she pulled herself to the door frame and gawked at what she saw.
*.*.*.*.*
"Sharon, why am I here?" Andy asked Sharon as he walked into her home. Sharon shrugged as she unbuttoned her coat. She threw it on the coat rack, and moved over to him. She stood directly in front of him for a few seconds, tilting her head up to look into his eyes.
He could see debate in them, but knew what she was thinking when he caught her licking her lips. He wrapped his arm around her waist. She gasped, and wrapped her arms around his neck. She pushed her lips to his with dominance. She knew the task before her and began stripping him of his clothing. Clad only in his boxers, he pinned her to the wall. Memories of Brenda doing the same flooded her memory, and she swallowed her pain down.
She allowed him to discard her clothing on the floor, and his mouth to nibble her neck. She tried to enjoy it as much as she did with Brenda. 'Damn it' she thought. She couldn't stop thinking of Brenda as Andy's hand ravished her body. She needed to regain control.
She pushed herself off the wall, and led them to the hallway. He tried to lift her, but dropped them both to the ground with a thud. Sharon was now on top of him, genuinely laughing. She flipped her hair over her shoulder, and let her hands travel downward. She leaned down to kiss him again. With ease she pushed one side of his boxers down, releasing his hard on. She lifted herself up, and then rested back down onto him.
A low moan released from both of them. Her head tilted back, as she rolled her hips. She grabbed his hand and guided it to her breast, and took the other hand to her hip. She rocked against him harshly, letting the feeling consume her.
She squinted her eyes, seeing Brenda's face by the door frame not too far from them. But she couldn't for sure make of the features. Her head dropped feeling tears forming in her eyes. She couldn't get Brenda out of her mind. So she had to try harder. She placed her free hand on his chest with her other one, and repositioned herself. Firmly now, she rode him without holding back.
She was too lost in trying to forget Brenda she hadn't even realized he had come. She thought she heard her name being called, but it seemed so distant. She felt his hands gripping her hips harshly, and she looked down at him harshly as if upset with him.
"Sharon, you're hurting yourself," he said, trying to get her to stop. But she didnt, though she was now aware of the pain in her legs that would leave bruises and the strain she was putting on her thighs. "Sharon, stop!"
Her movements stopped and her mind came back down along with all her emotions. Her head dropped, and he released the grip on her hips. She pushed herself off of him and scrambled to her feet, instantly feeling the pain throughout her legs. She gasped, and looked down at Andy.
"I need a minute," she said, rushing off to the bathroom. She shut the door behind her, and leaned against the sink. Her hands covered her face out of shame of the actions she just took place in, and the pain of the whole situation. Her back hunched, and she couldn't stop her tears. She tried to suppress her sobbing, but there was no doubt he could hear it.
"Sharon, open the door," she heard Andy say on the other side of the door. She looked up, and covered her mouth. She saw the handle moving, realizing she had forgotten to lock it. She tried to rush over and stop him, but the door opened before she could. She looked to Andy with panic on her face.
Her eyes were red and puffy, and her mascara had begun smudging under her eyes. He stepped closer, and pulled her into a tight hug. Just like earlier that day, she held him close. But this was different.
"She doesn't want anything to do with me," Sharon whispered.
"I'm sure that's not true."
"It is! She wants that horrible man! And I just want her, but I can't have her." She shook her head and looked at him. "I thought maybe I could be in her life, and be with you because I like you. I like you a lot. But I can't get her out of my head. You deserve better than me. I can't offer you that kind of love."
Her rubbed her arm slightly. "I love you, Sharon. And I want you to be happy. With me. But you're not." She opened her mouth, but he continued. "The two times we have been together have made you miserable. And I refuse to put you through that again. As much as I love you, I'm not fully in love with you - ... and I don't you to settle for that either. Neither of us deserve to settle."
"But Br-"
"She will come around, I know that. Who couldn't love you after really knowing you? It's just going to take some time. You meant too much to each other for it not happen again. But this? This isn't worth the pain, your friendship means to much to me."
Sharon nodded, and smiled weakly. He had said exactly the right things, and it gave her some hope. "I do wish I could love you the way you should be loved."
He smirked. "Me too."
She grabbed his hand and they walked out of the bathroom. Reaching the hall, he broke away and began heading towards his clothing. He paused when he felt her soft hand along his back. He looked at her.
"Leave them. Stay for the night," she asked.
"Didn't we just cover this?" he wondered, making her laugh slightly.
"I don't mean like that. I just need someone tonight."
"Alright," he said with a nod. They walked over to her bedroom, and he laid down on her bed under the comforter. She walked over to her dresser and pulled on a purple silk nighty. She looked over at him in her bed and smiled lightly. She pulled the corner of her bed up, and scooted in next to him. She wrapped her arms around him and moved her head into his chest. She hummed softly. "Thank you," she whispered.
"Of course," he granted back. His arm dropped over her back, and allowed her to fall asleep.
*.*.*.*.*.*
Brenda had moved back over to her bed, and tried to lift herself back onto the mattress. This task was much harder to do since she had been skipping her arm strengthening exercises. She fell hard to the ground, landing on her hip and gasped at the sudden loss of stability. She fell on her side again, with another loud thud. Just like earlier she waited for a response, but gained none. She huffed at her lack of strength and grabbed a pillow from the top. She pulled herself onto the laying position that was uncomfortable, but couldn't get into a better one.
She lied there, staring at the ceiling and letting her mind wonder over what she had seen and heard. She couldn't understand it. Who was Sharon talking about in the bathroom? A part of her thought it was her, but she didn't think that could be right. Why would Sharon be in love with her? But who else could they be talking about?
And why did she wish it was her they were talking about? She hadn't looked away during the whole things. She craved to be the one underneath Sharon's body, envying Andy. Having this wild jealousy towards him that she didn't understand.
Brenda bothered her lip, thinking about her dreams that involved Sharon. Sharon's naked body lying in front of her, opening completely and fully up to Brenda. She wondered what Sharon tasted like. The thought she could feel made the familiar build up in her stomach, but felt it stop at her hip. Curious to see is she was aroused, she slipped her hand into her underwear. She felt the wetness between her legs and let out a half- cry. She wished she could release the pressure.
But she couldn't feel the pressure she was putting against herself.
She closed her eyes again, analyzing every inch of Sharon's body she pictured. A realization hit her, causing her to sit up. When she was overlooking Sharon and Andy in the hallway, when she had seen Sharon's body, it was exactly how she had seen it in her dreams. Every last inch of her skin was exactly as Brenda had imagined Sharon looked. Had she imagined it at all? She wondered.
The thought stunned her. Was that what everyone had been holding back from telling her? We're her dreams memories?
The thoughts carried her to sleep.
*.*.*.*.*
Sharon leaned against the walk way, watching Andy collect his clothing. She was fully dressed, because she had woken early. She smiled as he scrambled to find his left shoe and walked over to him. She bent over and picked it up from underneath the couch. With a confident and mocking look, she balanced it on her index finger.
"This what your looking for?" she asked. He turned and sighed at the shoe in her hand.
"Yea, where was it?" He asked, taking it from her finger.
"Under the couch, though I'm not sure how it ended up there," she said simply. Nether could think of how exactly their clothes ended up the places they did.
"Thanks," he muttered as he pulled it over his foot. He looked back to her. "So, no breakfast?"
She chuckled. "Ah, no. Too domestic, don't you think?"
"Yea, probably. I'm just really hungry."
"Oh, you poor thing," she joked. He gave her a snicker like smirk, and laughed mockingly.
"I'll stop somewhere on the way home."
She nodded, approvingly. "Enjoy your food," she added. "And thank you for last night and for looking after me."
"Of course." He leaned down and kissed the top of her forehead. "I'll always be don't invite me over for sex."
"Don't worry, I won't," she said still holding. They crossed over to the front door.
"Talk to her."
She frowned now and looked at him. "That's easier said than done."
He rubbed her arm. "I know. But it's not just for her, it's for you."
She tried to give him a reassuring look, but failed miserably. He touched her arm lightly, and walked out of her home. She sighed, shutting the door, and walked back to her room. She opened her dresser drawer and pulled a shoe box she had hidden under her clothing, and placed it on her bed. She placed the large locket she had given Brenda on her bed, the chain bad broken off when Brenda was taken out of the car after her accident. She pulled out the two journals she had withheld from Brenda bedside the locket, and settled on the pictures she printed from New York.
Curious as to what other pictures were still on her camera. She grabbed ither camera from her end table, and her laptop from on top of her dresser. She looked at the clock, finding she still had an hour before she had to head into work. She plugged the camera into the laptop and began going through the pictures. A smile grew as she remembered the happy memories. All the pictures were full of happiness, oblivious of the pain to come. All accepting the growth of love blooming in all of them. Their smiles wide, and eyes barely open due to laughter.
Sharon needed that back. That woman was still in Brenda. Nothing had changed about Brenda, she was still the same person she was before this happened. And Sharon could not let go. She decided, looking through these photos, that she would tell Brenda everything. Give Brenda her journals, and let the truth fall into place, and answer all questions she had.
Sharon was selfish with Andy. To both Brenda and him. She knew the first time they slept together was the exact same reason she had done it last night, but a part of her justified it previously on her alcohol consumption. This time, she was sober and things were different. Brenda wasn't hers, and in the back of her mind she thought she never would be again. She couldn't believe that Brenda could love her again, certainly not with the way she had been treating her. But now, thinking about it, Sharon wasn't letting her. She was with-holding so much information.
Well, enough was enough. She needed to change again. She couldn't live like this anymore. It wasn't like she would think Brenda would fall in love with her overnight, that surely was not their game. She was determined to have her love back.
As she became lost her in thoughts, she was caught off guard by the motion of the screen. There was a soft shuffling through her speakers. She watched the video carefully, and found herself crying at the end of it. She dried her eyes, trying to keep her makeup from running, and pulled herself together. A smile spread across her face, as she refrained from more tears. She closed her laptop, somewhat happy.
She felt her stomach growl, and decided on eating before she left. She stood and walked out of her room. She heard movement coming from Brenda's room, and instantly rushed towards it with her gun drawn. She found Brenda asleep on the floor. Her hands curling her blanket to her chest. Sharon smirked, and stepped towards a brenda, kneeling beside her.
"Brenda," she said, softly shaking the blondes fumbled, and tried to roll over. Brenda's eyes shot open, and yelled in pain. Sharon jumped back in surprise. Brenda tried to sit up, but felt a shooting pain running across her left side and starting where she could being feeling in her lower half. "Brenda, what wrong?"
"It hurts," Brenda claimed.
"What hurts.?"
"My side, I musta hurt it trying to get in my bed," Brenda explained.
"You fell?!" Sharon paused a moment. "You were here last night!" She connected, releasing she had actually seen Brenda in the door frame, and it hadn't been Sharon just hallucinating her. "You spied on me!" Brenda tried to give look of regret, but couldn't muster one. "You said you were going over to Charlie's?"
"She went with her friends," Brenda barely got. "Could we not right now, please?" she asked and tried to sit up again. Her arms wobbled, and she let out another painful call.
"Lay down, let me see," Sharon stated.
"No!" Brenda exclaimed.
"You spied on me having sex," she used as leverage. "And its not like I haven't seen it before. I just want to see if you broke anything."
Brenda gave a stressed huff, and laid down on the hard ground where she had slept. Sharon pulled off Brenda's blanket, and lifted the left side of her shirt. She could the start of a large bruise on Brendas waist. Her hands then pulled down the sweat pants and underwear on the same side and gasped.
"What?" Brenda asked, trying to lift herself. Sharon's forceful hand pushed her back down.
"I think you broke your hip," Sharon addressed as she gazed at the severely swollen purple and yellow flesh. "It's pretty bad." She looked up to Brenda. "What the hell did you do?"
"I fell out of bed last nightI heard someone here and thought it was you," she tried to explain. She winced as she felt Sharon pressing softly into her skin, and her hand moving downward and pulled more of Brenda's pants away to get a better look. "I wanted to apologize for how I have been acting towards you. I'm just really confused is all, and it was wrong to take it out on you. .. But then I saw you and –" she trailed off.
Sharon stopped and looked at Brenda. "What?" she asked with a caring eyes.
"Nothin'," Brenda shook her head, embarrassed at the thought that as the woman had most of her pants past her hips and she felt nothing.
"No, why did you stay and watch us?" Sharon pushed with that tone Brenda hated, knowing she would tell her. Her feet growing slightly numb, causing her to shift so she was sitting flat on the ground.
"I froze," she answered. "I saw you and I just froze." Sharon could see a tear fall from Brenda's eye at her own embarrassment for being caught and for the words she was sharing. '"I wanted to be the one touchin' you, not him, and I don't understand it."
Brenda couldn't look at Sharon as she confessed her desire, but she heard Sharon sigh and heard the slight snap of her waist band as Sharon let go. After a long pause, Sharon moved up to her and placed her hands on both sides of Brenda's face. Brenda still refused to look at her. Sighing, her hand reached out for Brenda's cheek, forcing the blonde to look at her. Brenda's eyes were watering as Sharon's thumb caressed her cheek. Sharon's hair falling over her left shoulder as her face hung directly over Brenda's. She reached up, wrapping her hand around the older woman's wrist.
Brenda felt an overwhelming sensation to kiss Sharon, and looked away again. "I'm losin' my mind," she muttered.
"No, you're not," Sharon tried to assure her. Brenda tried shifting, making her whinc againe. "Come on, we need to get you to the hospital."
Sharon tried sitting Brenda up, causing Brenda to let out a sob of pain. Sharon sighed, not wanting to hurt Brenda.
"Don't you need to go into work today?" Brenda asked, as Sharmon set her in her wheel chair and padded her hurt side with a pillow.
"I can go in late. They'll understand," Sharon explained. "After all, they were your squad and they want you to be okay just as much as I do."
Brenda nodded as pain shot up her back again. Without another word, Sharon transported them to the hospital.