Visitors

[wearingagun]

She hated the hospital. She hated the drugs and the smell and the nurses coming and going. She couldn't get any decent sleep because someone was constantly there to check her stitches or her blood pressure or her temperature. It took a couple days before they eased off on the narcotic drip and she could focus and stay awake. Watch the vid. Raley and Ochoa had been in, as had the Captain and it seemed like half the department. Her oom was full of flowers and balloons and well wishes. The department shrink had been in twice already and Kate knew she was going to have to talk to him at length eventually.

But for now she had a tray of clear liquids, coffee and broth and gelatin. She had the vid on some mindless program about interior design. The day was sunny and Kin City General buzzed with activity around her. It made it easy to think of anything other than being tied to the wall and nearly gutted. It made it easier to forget why she hurt so much right now with her bandaged ribs and her wrist in a cast. No, she didn't think about those things in the daylight. Those thoughts came at night.

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[last-grayson.livejournal.com]

"Yeah." He pushed up, finally releasing her hand. Dick shook his head clear and flashed her a well practiced smile. "What do you want. Just water?"

[wearingagun.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. Water's good. The narcotics dry me out," she replied as she struggled to sit up a little. "And maybe when I'm out of here, you can get me a real drink."

[last-grayson.livejournal.com]

"All you want," he said as he returned with a full glass of cold water. He perched on the edge of the bed, making sure she had the glass before bending to kiss her forehead. "Want me to stick around for a while? I brought you books in case you got tired of TV."

[wearingagun.livejournal.com]

"It's about time for my next dose of whatever cocktail they have me on. I can tell...I'm starting to hurt again," she said. "You can stick around and watch me fall asleep..."

[last-grayson.livejournal.com]

"I'll stick around." Dick smiled a little. Creepy, but he was used to watching people sleep. It was something he'd keep to himself.