Lucy was too involved in her own self-pity to do anything short of flop onto Hugo's bed and lay there, staring at the floor. It was cool and comfortable in his shack and she was a little jealous she didn't have one. At this rate, however, she'd never move on. Maybe there was more than just the age difference thing with Egon. She'd been so happy- she'd put on a stone. Maybe it was her terrible hips or- She felt the tears start to leak from the corner of her eyes and buried her face in the comforter. The only thing going for her today was that she'd decided to shower on her way to Hugo's so she wouldn't stink up the place.
Maybe if she laid her long enough, face buried in the blanket, she'd stop breathing and could go home and forget all this awful heartbreak and pain.
Hugo's timely arrived her saved her from that dark thought and she turned her head, studying her cousin. Sometimes, looking at him hurt her heart so deeply she didn't think she could breathe. She was so scared for him. Scared she'd lose him. Scared he wouldn't wake up if he slipped again and she wasn't sure how much more she could take.
Lucy let out a shuddering sigh, trying to calm her panicked thoughts. "Thank you," she murmured, reaching for a strawberry, shifting into a sitting position. She wiped the tears off her cheek and glanced at him. "How're you doing?" she asked, tentatively. It seemed so unnatural that it'd been ages since they'd been alone together. She felt awkward and confused and there were too many emotions swelling inside of her to sort out.