When her eyes dropped to Duncan's chest and stayed there for more than a few seconds, Methos decided it was time to go rescue her. Alexa's impending death was not something that Sarie should be depressed over. He tapped Duncan on the shoulder and cut in, just in time for the band to strike up a moderately fast Big Band tune that kept their feet too busy for their mouths to do anything but smile. It was precisely what both of them needed. Methos caught her by the hand and pulled her back.
Reality is too sad right now.
And they waltzed. Six hours later, Sarah had changed into jeans and borrowed a sweater from him and stood in the doorway of the ICU unit on the seventh floor of St. Ignatia Hospital in Geneva, holding two cups of vending machine coffee and watching Methos force himself to watch as two nurses changed the IV bags on Alexa's arms. When the women in white had left the room, he motioned for her to join him at the bedside. She crossed the room quietly and looked down at the frail woman who was almost as pale as the white silk pajamas she was wearing. Alexa was awake and offered a hand, gesturing to the tube in her chest that made it hard to speak.