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She's only been in the clinic for hours and the only battle wound she has is a new IV puncture -- one to add to the collection -- but she feels like an idiot. She used to be taken down by far more than a little side-effect, but something's wrong with her system and her body shuts down on her. She doesn't know when this happened, but Sarah fears it's just one more domino in a cascading series where her life is slowly being pried from her and the battle has been reduced to her white and red cells.

She's asked Neil to get Cal. If she's going to get escorted home, she's going to get the stubbornest. Once there, the new pup will do his damnedest to watch out for her -- Sarah's been training him for exactly that purpose. Now, she sits at the end of the bed, her wig settled perfectly on her head. She wants something to fight and she keeps losing.

When she hears footsteps, she looks up and keeps her eyes on Cal as he enters. Maybe there's another purpose for her request. After all, she's still not sure how he's coping with the fallout from his accident. She wants the damn spider in front of her so she can shoot it dead. "Hi," she greets him, head tipped to one side as she starts to collect her things to leave.

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There had to be an ulterior motive to Sarah requesting me, specifically, to walk her home. I didn't ask Neil why the fuck he hadn't done it, but I'd wondered. If I'd though Sarah had just been longing for my company, I might have felt marginally flattered, but I'm a born cynic. I assumed the worst.

I didn't say anything from my place in the doorway. I just waited, watching her collect her things, and then helped her through the Compound once she was done. Not until we were outside did I finally speak.

"Okay, what is it?" I demanded with a frown.