Light. That was all he could focus on, a bright white sort of light hovering in front of him. Where he was, he had no idea. How he'd gotten there, he had no idea. All he did know was that he couldn't move. It wasn't he couldn't move because he was in pain, he wasn't in any pain, it was more as though he couldn't move because his arms felt so heavy, as though someone had strapped lead weights to his limbs, keeping him pinned to the bed.

He couldn't even open his eyes properly; they felt so heavy and stiff. All he could do was stare at this faint white light, wondering what on earth it was and where on earth he was.

Calleigh Delko-Duquesne sat by her husband's bedside, her hand lightly resting on his, hoping to feel some movement under her fingertips that would give her some indication as to whether he would wake up.

Her face was dry of tears, she couldn't cry. Inside she knew that she should cry, but the more logical side of hr brain told her that there was no point. He wasn't dead; he wasn't alive. Unless he was one of the two she didn't really need to cry, though it would make her feel better. Her children hadn't cried, she was sure that they had no idea what was going on with their father, all they had really taken aboard was that their father was ill. She couldn't cry for them because they didn't understand what was going on and she couldn't cry for Eric because he wouldn't want that, not while he was in this state.

Slowly, almost caressingly, she placed her other hand over his, allowing their skin to lie side by side; his soft Cuban tan next to her pale sunburn. They looked so different yet they fit together like two pieces of a jigsaw, two peas in a pod, all of the old cliques fit perfectly with them. They were so different and yet so 'meant to be'.

"I thought I'd find you here." Calleigh didn't have to turn around to know that it was her friend, but she did anyway. She needed to see a familiar face.

Alexx Woods didn't smile at her as she looked up at her, she didn't seem able to bring the corners of her lips up into that encouraging smile that she would normally give her. Instead, she just nodded to her, moving further into the room, taking the vacant chair beside her.

"How's he doing?" Calleigh shrugged, turning back to Eric, her hands tightening slightly around his. Alexx didn't expect an answer, not a verbal one at any rate, a form of an answer was written across her face. Worry, fear, panic and love. Calleigh didn't know how Eric was doing any more than he did. The doctors may have told her how was doing medically, but that was just nonsense to her. Half the time she didn't know what they were saying.

"Everyone sends their best wishes." Her dumbly nodding was the only reply she got. "Have you been home yet?" Blonde hair flicked across her shoulders as she shook her head. She couldn't remember when she'd been home last, most probably just before the telephone call from the hospital or the call from Horatio, she didn't remember which one had come first. Her body ached to fall asleep in a proper bed, but it also ached to have him lying beside her, his body pressed up against hers, arms around his waist, his soft breath tickling the back of her neck when she woke up.

"You go home Calleigh. Have some food, get some sleep, see your children, tell them how much you love them and that everything is going to be alright." Normally bright eyes met Alexx's brown ones and Calleigh just nodded. Alexx had a point.

"But," Alexx shook her head, gently taking Calleigh's hands off Eric's.

"I'll stay with him honey, you go home and sleep. You'll feel better for it."