So, as you can see, I decided to continue it! Hope you enjoy it...Oh, and thank you all for the reviews to make me continue it.

(Day 1)

Kensi didn't leave the room since she got in, except to call the team and inform them on Deeks' condition. But, ever since she was still sit nearby the bed, holding his hand on hers. She knew he wasn't awaking up and yet, she just kept staring, waiting. The sadness had taken over her expression. She was feeling weak and sore, pulling out a deep breath once in a while, playing with the fingers of his hand. The white walls seemed to be trapping her, and outside the window, the moon was almost giving its space for the sun to rise with its entire splendor.

She looked the heart monitor. It kept emitting the same beeping; the thin green line kept blinking, marking his heartbeats. The plastic valves of the machine that was helping him breathe compressed and decompressed rhythmically as his chest expanded and compressed. A tube connected the machine with Deeks, stuck with a colorless duct tape to the corner of his mouth. And then she looked his wound, covered in bandages. Kensi couldn't believe that man was her partner. It couldn't be him.

Too quiet.

Too still.

Even too cold.

Eventually the tiredness took over her body and she let her head rest over the bed, falling asleep.

(Day 2)

Kensi awoke up startled, breathing heavily. Her mind had taken her back to the storage house. Kensi saw it all happening again. She felt the impact of his body on hers, she remembered the strength she did to keep him on her arms and she felt her hands sticky again. She looked at them, to make sure they didn't have any blood and her hands were shaking without her being able to stop it. She unzipped the leather jacket and looked the stain on her shirt. It was still wet and then she realized the blood was on her own skin too. Her chest was tarnished with his blood and she distressed. She had to take it away.

She got up dazed, leaving through the door. Sam and Callen were sitting outside, each one with a cup of coffee and Sam was holding one that was for her. She was seeing things foggily, and didn't even look at them properly.

"Kensi?" Callen asked, seeing her mindless. "Kens, is everything okay?"

"Yeah…I'm going home. For a while."

Kensi walked out the hospital and hailed a cab. When arrived, she entered home, picked up the money to pay the driver and then locked herself inside the bathroom. She rested the hands on the door and lowered the head, breathing for a while. She was a mess, she was crying all over again. She didn't know what was wrong with her. She just stripped off the clothes and showered. Kensi grabbed the soap and rubbed it against the chest. She scratched herself with the nails, to make sure she could take away his blood from her body. When her chest was only red over her scrapes, she stopped and felt the water dripping down her.

The hot water was burning her skin, but she didn't mind. The steamy vapor was hovering the bathroom, making it look like a sauna. Kensi ran the fingers through the hair before placing her hands against the cold wall tiles. She was heartbroken, messed up, uncontrolled. If she could go back to the previous night, she'd take that man's life in the same cold way she did. The anger that ran her body on that moment was unexplainable; she had never felt something like that. It was if like someone had drained her own life.

Now it was time to put on some fresh clothes and go back to the hospital. It was time to calm down and be patient. She slipped into cold and washed clothes and picked up the car keys. She drove to the hospital. Callen and Sam were still there and walked to her when they saw her coming. They stood there with her for a while, asked how he was doing and then they left. They understood she'd want to stay with him and gave her that privacy.

Kensi learnt that afternoon the edges of the human patience. She stood the whole day, sat and quiet, trapped inside herself. The loneliness of the room was nothing compared to her inner loneliness. The room didn't matter, it was just a room. But, if he was awake, her solitude would be kicked away. She was all alone, staring at a white wall and a window. Staring at a man, motionless and mute. It had only been a day and she already missed him talking, joking.

Everything around was too still, too dead looking. The heart monitor beeps became a pattern to Kensi's ears, so that she stopped listening to them. She held his hand multiple times and whispered many more. "If you hear me, grasp my hand.". Like she expected, he didn't move not even a finger. He didn't even breathe differently. He was on an induced coma and he couldn't hear her. Even if he did, he couldn't say anything or even grab tightly her hand, to settle down her heart. Once again, the sleep took over Kensi and she fell asleep, badly accommodated on the chair.

(Day 3)

"Don't force it. It's like using a blade." Hetty said standing by the room's door.

"I was never a man," She excused herself, somehow forcing a smile. "I don't know how to do it."

"A nurse could do it."

"I know." She answered, removing the shaving cream off his face with the razor. His beard had grown too thick and Kensi decided to shave it just a little. She asked a nurse for a towel, a brush, a razor, shaving cream and a bowl with water. She had been shaving his beard for a while now. She was doing it carefully, to not cut him.

"How long have you been here?" Hetty walked inside the room and stood by the end of the bed, watching Kensi cleaning Deeks' face with the towel, slow and delicately following his face features.

"Today's third day." She said, putting everything together to hand later to a nurse.

"Your partner is in good hands. You should go home, get some sleep in your bed. Take a shower… Eat." She reinforced the last one, noticing the agent's aspect. "Work as well…You need to abstract."

"I'm fine, Hetty. And I'll be back on work, right today if you want."

"Not today, Ms. Blye, take this day to go home." Hetty walked to the door and before walking away, she warned. "I mean it."

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