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Author's Notes: Charlene is all mine : ) For some reason italics is not showing up so if you see a sentence that is a character's thought and it isn't marked well, sorry.
Sara Sidle's Hospital Room 8pm
Sofia approached Sara's room and saw Charlene, Sara's night nurse, fussing about the room. She was about to turn around and give Sara some privacy when she heard, "Hey Frick, come on back here!" Charlene had taken care of both Sara and Sofia since they had been brought in and nicknamed them Frick and Frack because Sofia constantly visited Sara. Sofia peeked around the corner of the glass door sheepishly.
"I didn't think you scared easy, Frick."
"I was just trying to give her some privacy."
Charlene smiled at the nervous detective. "Actually we are understaffed and I could use some help." Charlene had observed the blonde when she was alone with her patient. The contrast between her and the gentleman that came to visit was intriguing. The detective maintained some form of physical contact with the brunette whenever possible while the gentleman would sit close to the bed and just watch her like he was afraid if he touched her, she would break. She figured if she gave the detective something to do then it might make her less self-conscious.
"Here. Put some of this on her arms." Charlene pushed a bottle of moisturizing lotion towards Sofia.
Sofia looked at it and then looked at Sara. She noticed that the ventilator had been removed and the brunette was breathing on her own. She smiled as she watched the steady rhythm on the heart monitor.
"The ventilator makes their skin really dry so it will help her if you rub the lotion in and put some chapstick on her lips."
Sofia nodded silently and squirted some of the thick lotion into her hands and rubbed them together. She reached for Sara's pale arm surprised to still find it a bit cold but not nearly as cold as it had felt a week ago. Sara's arms were thin but Sofia could feel the hidden strength as she rubbed the lotion into Sara's forearm. She reveled in having an excuse to touch the elegant hands and the whorls in the pads of Sara's fingertips. Hearing a beep coming from one of the machines, Sofia looked up distractedly.
Charlene smirked and seeing Sofia's confused expression couldn't help teasing her.
"Her heart rate just went up. She must like what you're doing."
Sofia couldn't control the blush that appeared on her cheeks if her life depended on it. Charlene noticed she didn't stop what she was doing. She had to laugh at the contrast again between her patient's visitors. She had tried teasing the gentleman who she knew was dating her patient and he had excused himself from the room mumbling something about crime scenes.
Sofia next grabbed the chapstick and gently applied it to the sleeping woman's lips. Sara's coloring had improved and some of the cuts adorning her face were beginning to heal. Sofia lightly touched the stitched gash that ran from Sara's right eyebrow up to her hairline. Guess we both have souvenirs from this.
"Alright Frick, bring that firm butt over here so I can look at those stitches." Sofia arched an eyebrow at Charlene and then laughed softly. Charlene closed the curtain around the bed to shield them from prying eyes and had Sofia sit in a chair. She gently removed the sling from Sofia's arm and unbuttoned her shirt so that she could look at the stitched gash in her back.
"This is healing well. You can probably leave it to the open air and actually take a real shower in a couple days."
Sofia sighed in relief. It was a real pain in the ass trying to get yourself clean with one arm and keep your wound out of the water. Washing her hair had been downright comical.
Sofia looked at Sara's relaxed face. "When will she wake up?"
"Should be any time. They discontinued all sedation medication on her."
Charlene eyed the tired woman sitting in front of her. "I suppose there's no sense in me asking you if you're staying." Sofia nodded her head in the affirmative.
"Well get yourself situated and I'll grab you a pillow and blanket. And Frick, leave that macho crap at the door. I can tell you're hurting. Take some of your pills."
Sofia lowered her eyes, properly chastised and settled herself into the chair next to Sara's bed. Charlene handed her a pillow and made sure she had her arm propped on a smaller pillow.
"Thank you, Charlene." Charlene winked at Sofia and then turned the lights down so that the room was mostly illuminated by the monitors surrounding Sara's bed.
Several hours later in Sara Sidle's Hospital Room
Sara slowly opened her eyes and then blinked realizing she was in the dark. She looked to her right and could see monitors next to her. She relaxed a little as she realized she was no longer trapped under the car. She was tired and cold and her limbs felt like they were weighed down.
Sara glanced to her left and realized that she wasn't alone in the room and someone was holding her hand. She couldn't make out the features in the low light of the room so she tried to guess by the hand. It was not the larger, thick-fingered hand that she expected to be grasping hers. It was a slimmer, long-fingered hand. Sara ran a finger experimentally over the fingernail on one finger and found it to be longer and filed. Okay so it's a woman. That narrows it down. There were much fewer suspects on that list.
Sofia had always been a light sleeper which probably was in part due to being paged or called in the middle of the night on more than one occasion. She froze when she felt the hand she had been holding slip out of her grasp and start to slide over the back of her hand to her wrist. If she let Sara know she was awake then she risked embarrassing both of them so she would wait it out. Sara's hand continued up a bare, well-defined arm. Definitely a woman. The skin is too soft.
Sofia could feel heat racing up her arm as Sara continued her slow exploration. She reached the elbow and met rolled up cotton sleeves. She tried to keep her touch feather-like so as not to wake her "roommate." Sofia felt Sara's fingers slide up to the front of her shoulder where they encountered her long hair. Sara rolled the soft strands through her fingers. Okay. Cath and Sofia both have long hair. Though Sara couldn't imagine why either one would be here with her. She needed a deciding factor. She slid her hand back down the front of the arm to the belted waist and was met with solid metal. Aha a gun. Bingo.
Sofia had almost lost it when she felt Sara's hand graze her breast on its way down to find her gun. She placed her hand on Sara's to stop her from accidentally clicking the safety off. Sara jumped at the sudden response to her touching.
"Sara, do you want me to get the nurse?"
Sofia was met with dead silence and feared she had overstepped her bounds. Sighing in frustration, she went to get out of the chair. She felt Sara's hand grip the pocket of her pants.
"Please. Stay." Sara couldn't bear to be alone right now. She had swallowed her pride and asked the detective to stay and thankfully was met with no questions or resistance. She felt Sofia reassuringly squeeze her hand and was surprised to feel completely at ease with the gesture. She let go of Sofia's pocket and tried to process what had just happened. Sara was not a very physical person and since waking, she had for lack of a better description, felt Sofia up and then initiated contact when she grabbed her pocket. She was too tired to give the matter further examination. She focused on the soothing sound of the detective's breathing and allowed it to lull her back to sleep.
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