Re: quicklog, vegas hospital (ocean's eleven): neil & mere
[She didn't hear him enter, didn't hear the close of the door as he eased it shut, but she did hear his voice when he spoke. It was just a whisper, barely there, but it reached in through the fog of sleep to pull her back towards the surface of awareness.
It was as she was waking that she heard the scrape of the chair over the tile floor, and even though he was quiet, painfully so, she still heard. There was the squeak of vinyl as he settled into the chair, the sound of his breath when he exhaled, the smell of the-
Alcohol. She could smell it clinging to him, above the smell of the hospital that she had become quite accustomed to. It was there, sharper than everything else, and it, over everything else that had happened, hurt the most.
She snaked a hand out blindly, seeking him, groping until she found his fingers to grab in her own. She didn't say anything, didn't even try, but she held onto that hand tight enough that knuckles bled bone white with tension.]