April Kepner (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} april_kepner) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} omega_reality, |
April stared at the email in disbelief. Of all the deaths they'd suffered, other than Mike's, this felt most real. Most painful. She thought of those two beautiful girls she'd helped deliver. They would grow up without a mother. She thought of the way Savannah had always been so sure. About the children, about Marty, about life.
She'd been the first one to point out that she loved Eliot, and though she'd somehow known, she hadn't been ready to accept it at that time. She had been right about that, as well as so many other things. And then there was John. The teenager with the maturity of an adult. Always so helpful and generous and nice. Both of them truly good people.
She looked at Nick when he spoke up, but it was Eliot her eyes sought out next. He was wearing a hat to protect against the light, as well as patches under his sunglasses. Making her way over to him she slipped her arms under his, drawing her strength from him. She didn't say anything, couldn't say anything, she just buried her head in his chest.