Who: Liz & Ward Where: Roof What: Talking and whatnot When: Late night
Liz often had a hard time sleeping It wasn't because of insomnia, and it wasn't because of the sounds outside. She wouldn't deny it if people assumed or asked. But for Liz, it was more complicated than that. She never dreamed. Although, technically she physically could and would, they weren't 'dreams' in the usual sense. Sometimes they'd start off harmless. But more often than not, they would transform into memories of the things she faced. All of that darkness and pain would hurt, building until she missed her mother.
Often Liz would wander. Night in the medical center, while not calm, was at least a quieter part of the day. She liked how it could empty her of her thoughts, make her momentarily null. But of course it never lasted for more than a second. The memories and feelings would always come back.
Taking to the roof, Liz pulled the sleeves of her cardigan down over her hands as she wrapped her arms around her body. Recognizing the man already sitting near the edge of the roof, Liz walked over to him and gently nudged his shoulder before moving to sit down. "You're awake," she stated, plainly. But of course it also served as a question as Liz wondered why Ward was up this late.