Prompt: and as the world comes to an end , I'll be here to hold your hand.. :-)
Hello!
King and Lionheart eh? Very well then.
Is this a continuation of sorts? I think so.
The first phone call from Gail had left you an absolute mess. What were you thinking - falling in love with someone who put their life on the line for a living?
Sure - there was that relief that you hadn't screwed this up entirely, but hearing Gail's rather rushed voice over the phone didn't do much to soothe your nerves.
How am I going to love this woman.
The second phone call had set your heart at ease - though you were rushing to the hospital as fast as you could. There wasn't much time to think on the way there - save two thoughts – to NOT mess this up again and just be whatever Gail wanted you to be.
The minute you catch a glimpse of her at the hospital - you rush towards her, only to stop before you fling yourself at her. It doesn't matter anyway because three seconds later she engulfs you in a bear hug herself. You aren't sure what to make of the mixed signals she's sending - with a rather sudden introduction to her brother and Chris - but you couldn't possibly bother yourself with them now.
Sitting next to her in an uncomfortable waiting room chair, a wave of emotions rushes through you – there's gratitude that she's safe, glee that she isn't mad about the precinct, nervousness about the beginning of this new relationship, anxiety about how you were going to cope with this every time this happened. It's a roller coaster of emotions - overwhelming, a tad terrifying - and you feel this heavy feeling in your knees as you rest your hands on them. You can't comprehend how something that didn't have a direct impact on you could leave you so drained of life.
You try and shift focus on to other things - about Chloe, Sam, Oliver and the whole division when you feel a cold hand slipping into yours. You don't need to look at Gail, you just grab onto her hand as tight as you can. It wasn't something you thought about, it wasn't something surprising at all. It felt like the most natural thing to do.
Gail's hand was unnatural cold, from nerves and the emotions that was this day. She's barely got a grip on your hand but she hasn't moved her hand away – you can gauge her perfectly. She wants to hold your hand, but truly can't find the energy to do so. So you're gripping her hand tight instead, hoping that would be helpful.
After five minutes of silent hand-holding, Gail turns to look at you with a lost expression - and you just reply her with the best reassuring smile you can muster.
You have to admit - you would be willing to go through hell falling in love with Gail - if it meant you could be here to hold her hand at the end of the day.