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copyright 2004, by Claire
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I sigh as I cross over the threshold and enter the room. It amazes me how I can feel so comfortable in this place, her dominion, after just such a short period of time.
Heather is curled up in a chair, sipping at what I presume is tea, a book in the other hand, waiting, waiting for me. I watch as her lips move, too tired to try and attempt to interpret her words. Watch as her expression become one of concern at my lack of response. My hearing faded out on the journey over here but I'm too tired to care. I would give anything not to experience another day like the one I had just had the misfortune of living through. I could do nothing but watch as members of my staff were injured. While my best friend was blamed for an accident, she had no way of being able to foresee, her action was merely the last in a chain of events, that alone was enough for her to be blamed, and I could not do or say anything to protect her. I sigh again as I realise the department will be without one of its best CSIs for the five days.
I watch as Heather makes to get up from her chair and stop her with just a single gesture, she looks so comfortable. I walk over to her chair and sit on the floor in front of it, my back facing her and my head tilted back, half resting against the chair and half against her legs.
I let my eyes close as she begins running her hand through my hair, then gently tracing one of my non-functioning ears. I know when I can hear once more she will look upon me and repeat the same argument I have already heard many times before. "Not going away", "Will not heal themselves", "Surgery"… But right now I just do not care.
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copyright 2004, by Claire