Re: quicklog, vegas hospital (ocean's eleven): neil & mere
[It was cowardly (big surprise), but Neil didn't want to hear what the doctors had to say. He didn't want to know. They'd tried, before, while he waited, medical terms put into layman's English, and he'd just wanted to shut it all out. He didn't want to think about Mere being blind, or Mere not being able to—Christ, he didn't want to think about that part of it at all. He couldn't even think the word. Rape. This was the shit he drank to forget and he wished, he wished, he could be the kind of man he needed. But he wasn't, and so the poor woman was stuck with an alcoholic who couldn't even be sober for a day before coming to see her in the goddamn hospital.
He stopped in the doorway. Froze right the fuck up. The sight of her in the bed, pale and bruised, IVs and machines hooked up, made him feel dizzy. Guilt made him feel sick. How could he not feel like this was his fault, how could he not blame himself?
She didn't stir, which made Neil think that she was actually asleep. So he was quiet, easing the door shut behind him and carefully making his way to her bedside.] I'm sorry, Mere. [His voice was a whisper as he looked down at her, and he didn't know what the hell to do. Stay? Go? He glanced over his shoulder, torn, before he finally decided to just... stay. A little while couldn't hurt, even if she didn't wake up. He grabbed a chair, dragged it over (still quiet), and sat. He didn't have the heart to wake her up.]