She had been standing in the doorway for what seemed like less than ten seconds before he opened his eyes.

She didn't say anything, just moved from her perch on the threshold toward his bed. He looked at the clock on his bedside table—10:42 pm—and then back to her.

"What are you doing here so late?"

Chi Park shrugged.

"Just got off working the ICU. Figured I'd see how you were doing before I went home." She moved his rode aside, and saw his bandage needed changing. After stretching a pair of gloves over her small hands, she snatched the old dressing off quickly, like a band-aid, and inspected Taub's neat line of stitches, still red and angry, but healing. She found the necessary gauze and tape and replaced the bandage before he could say anything.

"So," Park said, unaware of what might have been a taste of awkwardness in the air. "How are you?"

"Oh, I've been better." Robert Chase replied, with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Better than most stab victims."

"Are you going to quit?" She asked bluntly.

He hesitated, then shrugged. "Depends if I'm gonna be in a wheel chair for the rest of my life."

She looked at his immobilized feet then, as if remembering the more pressing issue, and then took two quick steps to the end of his bed. She peeled back the sheets with a flick of her wrist, exposing his legs up to the mid calf.

"Close your eyes." She commanded, and he did as he was told.

Park pressed a gloved finger against each toe, and then along his feet and ankles. She tried the end of her pen, too, but that solicited no response either.

"Anything?" She asked after a while.

He opened his eyes. "Nothing." He replied, a shake to his voice.

"It's early." She did her best to reassure. "Without a doubt it's a clot. No need to start worrying yet."

His eyes were glassy. She got a feeling she was catching a glimpse of a younger Chase, the "shiny-haired wombat". Perhaps a more vulnerable man, knowing of the hardships of family but nothing of heartbreak. She got the feeling he was more cheerful back then. Less damaged.

"No need to worry." She repeated, heading for the door.

"Wait." He said softly. "Don't leave quite yet."

He offered no explanation, but she understood. Human contact is a necessity in times of personal crisis, she thought. And this hospital must be awfully lonely at night, when you have nothing to do and nowhere to go.

She moved back toward him and settled into the seat next to his bed. She took his outstretched hand softly. She could at least stay with him till he slept.

Neither said a word.

Author's Note: Okay, so that's the first chapter. This is a multi chapter story that will be mostly in the post finale timeline. I just wanted to begin with this one-shot. Anyway, please review! Thanks for reading!