Word Count: 200
Prompt: Special WE prompt GLASS
Summary: A shooting, a wound, a hospital bed
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I own anything, that including my pretty fantasies about Spike and a shower…
Betas: By the lovely paranoid_woman
Author's notes: Feedback is really appreciated, as much as constructive reviews, no need to flame! Written for flashpoint_sru.
He's looking at her. She's lying on her hospital bed, pale and tired. She looks like a ghost. But he's finding her so beautiful. He can't resolve to step in the room. He's scared. Scared that she could be broken beyond repair. Scared that she would change. He decides to sit in case that she would disappear if he leaves.
He thinks that she's sleeping. But she's not. She's aware that he's here to watch her, to protect her. And for a short time, she doesn't care about the consequences. She wants him with her. She wants this protection.
She's listening to his breathing, matching hers to his. It's soothing. When she concentrates on that, she forgets the shooting, the pain, and all the things she's going to go through, in both her personal and her professional life. She doesn't want her dreams to be crushed by a bullet. It's part of the job.
For a moment she wants him to take her into his arms when she feels his fingers ghosting her sensitive skin. And she knows. She knows that he's afraid to touch her, to hold her, to be closer to her.
"I'm not made of glass, Sam."