What's she Worth to You?

The Most Beautiful Thing

W I L L

I sit in the chair next to her hospital bed and hold her hand. Her breathing is consistent and we've got her heart beating steady but somehow I'm still worried. I honestly don't know what I would do if I lost her. She's become my whole world over the last two years, I would lose my mind if I let her slip right through my fingers after we've made it this far. I bring her limp hand to my lips and kiss it.

"Take your time, babe, I'm waiting when you're ready," I whisper yet I know she can't hear me.

I hear Jay walking towards the room and gently set her hand back down. He opens the door and sighs, sitting next to me.

"Any updates?" He asks and I shake my head sadly.

"Nothing new, I'm afraid." He sinks down in his chair and puts his head in his hands.

"I should've made her go first." He says, guilt straining his voice. I look over to him and give him a confused look.

"What?"

"I let her lower me down from the roof, I should've made her go first. Then she wouldn't have gone back in, and-"

"Wait, what?" I interject and he looks to me.

"She went back inside after she got everyone out."

"But why?" He shrugs his shoulders, looking at her body on the bed.

"I don't know, but whatever the reason, it must've been worth risking her life." He stands up and puts a hand on my shoulder.
"I'm gonna get a coffee, do you want one?"

"Yeah, sure." He steps out and I take hold of her hand again, sitting in the silence of the room and praying to God that she'll be okay.

E R I N

"Can we see her yet?" Brooke asks, grabbing hold of my sleeve. Her voice is tired and low but her urgency is still communicated.

"Not yet, love, she's resting." She sighs and lays back against me. She's been worried sick for Naya since this morning, asking to see her about every five minutes.

Jay's figure appears in the doorway and my shoulders drop in relief.

"Thank God for you, Jay Halstead." I breathe out and he smiles.

It's almost 1:00 and I'm sure the girls are just as starving as I am. I look over my shoulder and see Noah, still sound asleep.

"Sandwich for you," Jay says and hands me one.
"And sandwich for you," he hands one to Brooke, who graciously accepts it, and I'm glad to see it. She's still almost as skinny as she was when we found her, and it's been concerning me since I saw her full body the day I took her to the precinct.

"Erin," Will pokes his head out of from behind the door of the waiting room. He nods his head towards the back and I stand up, walking over. He pulls me to a room and my heart races. Im sure it's Naya's. I haven't seen her since... Well, since the accident.
"You don't have to, but I figured you should know what to expect when you bring the girls." I take a short breath and nod, and he opens the door.

And there she is.

Laying there, looking beautiful as ever even with burns all over her body.

"How is it," I start with a laugh.
"That even after literally throwing herself in a fire she still manages to be the most beautiful thing?" He laughs, looking down and nodding his head.

"You've got me there." He says, clearing his throat.
"Well, I'll leave you two alone." He gives me a boyish smile before walking out the door. I sit down next to her and heave out a deep breath.

"Don't you dare die on me, Nava Löbel." I say and shake my head, slightly laughing. Because if she were awake, I know exactly what she would say.

Out of your head, Erin.

You worry too much, Lindsay.

It'll take a lot more than a little smoke to kill me off.

Or something along those lines. She's always pretending to be invincible, yet I can see right through her little act.

The way her face falls when she sees a mother and her children together, or the way her eyes grow sad when she sees a father with his daughter.

That's really all she ever wanted, was a family. Or a happy one, at least.

I smile at the sight of her chest raising and falling and the sound of her steady heartbeat broadcast on the machine next to her bed.

"You're gonna be okay, sweet girl." I whisper, kissing her forehead then reaching into my purse. I pull out Crooked House, a book by one of her favorite authors. I open to the first chapter and take a deep breath before I start to read aloud.

A/N
This ones just kind of a sweet filler chapter while I try to get over this writers block. I really need some ideas, so feel free to comment what you want bc I'm really at a loss for content rn:(