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Eliza just held him for a moment, reveling in the feeling of him being there. The last two days had taken so much out of her that she felt as though she was grinding gears, no oil left to lubricate and ease the tension. Everything in her was burning, searing pain and an exhaustion that cut her down to the very bone until she wasn't sure how to lift her arms anymore without wincing. That's what came of those emergencies, though. Every single man and woman on the scene was not only putting their life at risk but they were working themselves to near death to protect the lives of those who could not protect themselves. She wasn't the only person in the hospital that day, certainly not the only cop with a bit of smoke inhalation.
At the thought a loud, tired cough sprung from her lungs and she shook it off. The doctor said she would be fine sooner enough, but that she risked doing irreversible damage without some rest. She looked up at Rhett, with nothing but apologetic looks. She hated that he had to come, even if he told her not to apologize, but she understood now the effect they had on one another. When she was blown up in the explosion, she had tried with everything she had to be okay on her own and she brushed away all help. Now, she just regretted making him drive all the way down here, but more than that she regretted they had to call him.
She hated that, for a moment, he had no idea if she was okay or not.
"Yeah, come on," Eliza said finally, slipping her hands into his, "I've got some time. they said I have to take at least a full twenty-four hours before I head back out. So later tomorrow morning, I guess."
The last thing Eliza wanted to do was sit at home and watch as everyone else broke their back to fix the mess that Sylvia made. A mess that Sylvia used to ignite what had to be the inklings of war and destruction. No one in this city would take the attack lying down and no one would stop until the culprit was found – but if Sylvia had it in place to give them false leads, this could be catastrophic.
"We should get you home," she said gently, brushing her fingers through his tussled hair line, "These fluorescent lights can't' be helping."
The only thing keeping her sane right now, was him. The safety he brought, the security she felt knowing that he was alright and beside her. She would do anything to help him, but he knew that. He had to by now.
At the thought a loud, tired cough sprung from her lungs and she shook it off. The doctor said she would be fine sooner enough, but that she risked doing irreversible damage without some rest. She looked up at Rhett, with nothing but apologetic looks. She hated that he had to come, even if he told her not to apologize, but she understood now the effect they had on one another. When she was blown up in the explosion, she had tried with everything she had to be okay on her own and she brushed away all help. Now, she just regretted making him drive all the way down here, but more than that she regretted they had to call him.
She hated that, for a moment, he had no idea if she was okay or not.
"Yeah, come on," Eliza said finally, slipping her hands into his, "I've got some time. they said I have to take at least a full twenty-four hours before I head back out. So later tomorrow morning, I guess."
The last thing Eliza wanted to do was sit at home and watch as everyone else broke their back to fix the mess that Sylvia made. A mess that Sylvia used to ignite what had to be the inklings of war and destruction. No one in this city would take the attack lying down and no one would stop until the culprit was found – but if Sylvia had it in place to give them false leads, this could be catastrophic.
"We should get you home," she said gently, brushing her fingers through his tussled hair line, "These fluorescent lights can't' be helping."
The only thing keeping her sane right now, was him. The safety he brought, the security she felt knowing that he was alright and beside her. She would do anything to help him, but he knew that. He had to by now.