Jim was startled out of his musings by a soft knock at the door. He looked up to see the nurse who had helped with Greg standing in the doorway.
"Captain Brass?" she whispered softly.
"How is Greg?" Jim asked softly.
"He's doing ok. It was a bit touch and go for a while, though."
"What do you mean?"
"Well the stab wound in his neck hit his main artery and he crashed but we were able to bring him back. He had to have surgery to repair that stab wound and he also had some stiches put in his chest and arm," the nurse explained.
"Will he be ok?" Sara asked. Jim looked up she had been sleeping and he didn't realize she was awake.
"How are you doing, Ms. Sidle?" the nurse asked as she walked over and checked Sara's vitals.
"I'm doing fine. I just want to see Greg," Sara said.
"I understand I've arranged to have him placed in your room," the nurse replied. Sara flashed her a small smile as she wrote something down on Sara's chart and headed for the door.
"I will be back with Mr. Sanders in about five minutes," she said as she walked into the hall.
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"Have you talked to the lab?" Sara asked. Jim nodded and turned to her.
"Yes, they've talked to Mike and he confessed. He's going away for a long time, Sara, He won't ever hurt you again, kiddo." Tears of relief flowed down Sara's face. Jim leaned over and gathered her into his arms.
"Shh it's ok, sweetheart. It's ok," Jim whispered soothingly.
"The nurse said Greg crashed? It's all my fault if he hadn't been here and tackled Mike he wouldn't have gotten stabbed," Sara choked out.
"It's not your fault if he hadn't been here who knows what would have happened to you," Jim argued. Sara nodded she knew that Jim was right, but she couldn't help but feel guilty. She was determined to do whatever she could for Greg.
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A couple of minutes later the nurse pushed in a bed with a very groggie Greg in it. His eyes scanned the room and stopped as they landed on Sara's tear stained face.
"You ok, Sar?" Greg asked in a raspy voice.
"I'm ok don't worry about me. I'm worried about you," Sara replied.
"I'm fine, but you've been crying are you sure that your ok?" Greg asked.
"Yes those were happy tears. Mike confessed and he's going away Sara explained. A smile spread across Greg's face and he gave a thumbs up.
"That's awesome, Sara," Greg said through a yawn.
"Get some sleep, Greggo. I'll be here when you wake up," Sara reassured.
"I don't want to fall asleep what if you need me?" Greg protested as he fought his eyes as they closed of their own volition.
"I'll be fine, get some sleep for me, please?" Sara begged as she gave Greg puppy dog eyes.
"That's not fair, you know I can't say no to that, Sara," Greg mumbled as he finally let his eyes drift close and allow the drug induced sleep to claim him. Sara let out a soft laugh as she to let sleep claim her. Jim got comfortable for a long night of watching over two of the people who he cared about most. Two people who he saw as his kids.
TBC?
