By your side
Characters: Zach and Debi Summary: The Smith's talk after Debi's attack
Images flashed before his closed eyes, the sight of Debi as she was brought in to his Urgent Ward, the older woman who accompanied her, the fist Hawkins plowed into his face when Zach tried to treat Debi and was categorically denied. Then the scene shifted, a mad laugh (cackle, really) and a chilling voice crying out "your unborn brat will never be born...."
Zach jerked suddenly awake, realised slowly that he was in Debi's room, not truly reliving that horrid moment when she'd been brought in. A day horrible in and of itself without his subconscious adding things that had never happened. The mad laugh, for one.
The dreams weren't getting any better, though deep down he knew it was most likely due to the fact he'd spent the last few days sleeping in a chair at Debi's side. His body had been used to going long stretches without sleep from his early days as a Healer, but that was ages ago and it seemed he'd somehow lost the knack over the years. But here he remained, bent over at the waist to keep his head near hers on the pillow, one hand alternately on her hand or the rising mound of their child. As if by the simple gesture he could keep their baby safer.
When the ache at the base of his spine grew to howling point, Zach shook awake again and straightened. One hand came around to massage the throbbing area as his eyes raked over Debi's sleeping form and checked for any signs of a change in her condition. He smiled widely when he saw her beautiful eyes looking back at him.
"Hello, love. Sleep well?" He tried to add a bright note to his question, hoping she wouldn't cotton on to the strain in his voice.