Saving Grace
You Know What That Means?
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Two Days Later…
Sands’
operation was a success and as much as he knew it shouldn’t matter to him, he
was elated to no longer have two large, vacant holes in his head.
felt natural; the only drawback was that since he now had the old, familiar
feeling of working organs in his head, he had to accept that fact that he
couldn’t see all over again.
Harold had
tried to convince Sands to leave Grace’s room, but, save for trips to the
restroom, he refused. He talked to her,
held her hand…and constantly asked why she wouldn’t wake up.
couldn’t understand it, and neither could the doctors.
It was
roughly three A.M. when Sands woke up, his heart pounding, his face moist.
had lost Grace to Michael’s dead hands.
I shouldn’t be able to dream about people I’ve never seen…
bed and began to talk to her.
“Gracie,
you can’t just stay in this fucking bed, O.K.?
I mean, if we were both naked and screwing like fucking rabbits, that
would be different, but…You can’t just be there and not yell at me for saying
stuff that should be pissing you off!
You’re O.K. and the fuckmook’s dead, wake up!”
Grace was
still and Sands let the thought cross his mind that it was possible that she
might never wake up. Maybe she just
doesn’t want to…
“Did you
get bored?” he asked, his voice softening.
“Did you change your mind? Are
you pissed that I’ll never actually see you?
I’ll make you happy, Gracie. I
don’t know what you were looking for, but you found me.
The fingers
on Grace’s right hand, the hand he was holding, moved ever so slightly.
“Gracie?
guitar? Of course you don’t, I didn’t
tell you… El’s not the only one who can
do that. I know I can still do it too,
because I never had to look at my fingers anyway…You like music, Gracie, and
when we go home…” Home.
me. I’m through with the shit down
here. I want a life, Gracie.
Her index
finger moved.
Sands
lowered his mouth to his lover’s ear.
“Grace…she carries a word on her lips…no champagne flute for her lips…no
twirls or skips on her fingertips…” He
began to break down. “Please…”
“He sings,
too.” Her voice was so soft that one
could have easily missed it – but not Sands.
“Gracie?”
Her eyes
opened slowly, and though the room was dim, the small amount of light that was
present caused a bit of pain to her eyes.
“Jeffrey…Mm…missed you…”
“I’ve been
here the whole time, Gracie…Well, almost the whole time.”
“Almost?”
“Gracie, I
should get the doctor and…”
Grace shook
her head weakly. “Take off…your
glasses. Kiss…”
“Somethiappeappened
while you were here, Grace. I c>I can’t
see, but…your view should be less…” He
didn’t finish; instead, he took off his glasses – and waited.
Grace’s
eyes widened, not caring about the pain.
“Oh, my God…”
“Is that a
good ‘Oh, my God?’”
Grace
nodded, the whispered, “You know it wouldn’t have bothered me if…”
Sands
smiled knowing that she was being perfectly honest. “I know.” He leaned in
and gently kissed her. “There are just
some places you shouldn’t wear sunglasses.”
Grace smiled the best she could.
“Let me call the doctor, all right?”
“Mm hm.”
>
By the next morning, Grace was much
more alert and coherent. Despite the
pain in her back, she wanted nothing more than to be able to lie next to Sands –
her wish was granted. She remained in
bed, Sands at her side. With her head
resting on his chest, she was filled in on what had happened.
“Grace, I’ve
known this man since he first began to work for the CIA,” Harold said.
“Well, some would say…”
Sands
laughed. “Psychotic?
“We’ll use
it for now. He never had qualms about
killing anyone – but you seem to have cured him of that.”
Grace
lifted her head slightly. “Oh?
“He went
upstairs to visit the man who put you in here – nearly killed him…but
didn’t. You know why?”
Grace
smiled. “Why’s that?”
“He was
worried about something happening to him.
He was scared that…”
“Hey, I don’t
get fucking scared,” Sands interrupted.
“About that
language, Grace,” Harold laughed.
“It sorta
grows on you,” she chuckled.
Harold
shook his head. “Anyway, he didn’t kill
Michael. His reward was that he died
anyway, but you already know that part.”
Grace
snuggled further into Sands. “I’m proud
of you, brown eyes.”
“That being
said, I’m gonna leave you two kids alone for a while. You behave yourself, Sheldon, the poor girl’s been through
enough.” He winked at Grace and left
the room.
“How come
he gets to call you Sheldon?” Grace asked, pretending to pout.
“Eh, some
paternal thing. I thought you liked
Jeffrey.”
“I do.
Sands put his finger to her lips.
My, how the tables have turned.
huh? In the not so fun way?”
Sands stroked her hair.
She smiled.
“What’s that?”
She kissed Sands longingly before
answering. “Sponge baths.”
~The
End~
Author’s Note:
new set of eyes. Thank you all so much
for your reviews! You guys rock!
with Sands and Grace – if you think I should write more about them, let me know
by pressing that little review button down there. However, I have some loose ends to tie up in some other stories
first. I don’t think I can just leave
these two like this, so a sequel is probably inevitable ;-).