Day two.
Out of the hospital. Away from the Jello. Back at work. I'm a lousy hospital patient.
I've still got a massive bandage over my stomach. I have to change it every couple of hours. Every time I do, I end up looking at the skin. Slowly healing, pulling its way back into place. I've seen hundreds if not thousands of gunshot wounds on victims but somehow it's different when you're looking at yourself. Sore as hell, too. Have to remind myself not to bend too far, or put pressure on the wound.
So far, so good. It's strange being back in a room of people who now know my darkest secret, but who are all too polite to talk about it. People whom I once mislead, yet who are all too nice to bring that up. It's like knowing I have an axe hanging over my head without anyone mentioning it. Yet somehow I don't see it quite that way. If they hadn't wanted me here, I'd have packed my stuff and gone to somewhere else (where? I don't know) already. But they let me stay, and that means they aren't trying to chop my head off.
Still, I'm kidding myself if I don't say that I have respect to earn, and a lot of things to learn. It's Grissom's team again, and I'm just the new guy on the food chain. But after so long running, I can get used to not being the biggest fish in the sea, if it means I've got a place to call my own.
I've still got a massive bandage over my stomach. I have to change it every couple of hours. Every time I do, I end up looking at the skin. Slowly healing, pulling its way back into place. I've seen hundreds if not thousands of gunshot wounds on victims but somehow it's different when you're looking at yourself. Sore as hell, too. Have to remind myself not to bend too far, or put pressure on the wound.
So far, so good. It's strange being back in a room of people who now know my darkest secret, but who are all too polite to talk about it. People whom I once mislead, yet who are all too nice to bring that up. It's like knowing I have an axe hanging over my head without anyone mentioning it. Yet somehow I don't see it quite that way. If they hadn't wanted me here, I'd have packed my stuff and gone to somewhere else (where? I don't know) already. But they let me stay, and that means they aren't trying to chop my head off.
Still, I'm kidding myself if I don't say that I have respect to earn, and a lot of things to learn. It's Grissom's team again, and I'm just the new guy on the food chain. But after so long running, I can get used to not being the biggest fish in the sea, if it means I've got a place to call my own.