Eden waits. For hours, she sits in the designated room, the one they won't let her past, sipping lukewarm coffee. She doesn't have to be here, she reminds herself. She could come back and check in later.
No one should have to wake up alone. No one should have to face such a monumental change as leaving one's own world all alone. He shouldn't have to wake up after this alone either.
A nurse tells her when he's out of surgery, and it doesn't take much to persuade them she should be allowed to wait in the room. She can't even feel bad about it. If she'd known more than his first name, she would have tried to lie her way through it instead, but this is her only option, and it's for a good reason. Waiting in a chair by his bed, she closes her eyes and tries to relax, rattled nerves starting to ease now that he's safe and there's no more blood on her hands, nothing left to shake her but the echo of a gunshot in the back of her head. It's deafening at such close range.
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No one should have to wake up alone. No one should have to face such a monumental change as leaving one's own world all alone. He shouldn't have to wake up after this alone either.
A nurse tells her when he's out of surgery, and it doesn't take much to persuade them she should be allowed to wait in the room. She can't even feel bad about it. If she'd known more than his first name, she would have tried to lie her way through it instead, but this is her only option, and it's for a good reason. Waiting in a chair by his bed, she closes her eyes and tries to relax, rattled nerves starting to ease now that he's safe and there's no more blood on her hands, nothing left to shake her but the echo of a gunshot in the back of her head. It's deafening at such close range.