March 15, 2013
Kaylee, Andrew, Abel, Mel, whoever else shows up... Andrew's hospital room Late night
They had made her get cleaned up and there had been so many questions. A car accident, she had said. Helping someone else. And the coven mage sent with her confirmed the story and filled in the details so she wouldn’t have to. He had orders to stay with her and she wouldn’t infringe on those, even when they were tending to the mess of blood on her. There was no saving the dress. By the time she finally got to sit next to Andrew’s bed and hold his hand, she was in a hospital gown as well, bare feet tucked beneath the chair.
Kaylee sat quietly, cradling Andrew’s hand in both of hers. The exhaustion of everything had set in now. He wasn’t responding to medicine or magic but he wasn’t getting any worse either. He looked peaceful for the first time in weeks, laying there without a scratch on him somehow. They needed to talk with her about treatment options but Kaylee wasn’t ready for that and it wasn’t as if anyone knew what else to do yet anyway. So now it was waiting. Monitoring him for progress or any sign that things were getting worse.
“I hope you’re happy, Andyrew. If you wake up you get to tell me you told me so. That should motivate you, huh?” Now and then she said something or another along those lines, like she could goad him into waking up. Eventually she would just cradle her head on the side of the mattress, an arm tucked up around it, and fall in and out of sleep that way.