Re: quicklog, vegas hospital (ocean's eleven): neil & mere
[So much silence, stretching out long and thin between them. He breached it before she had the chance to, words that ended up sounding hollow in her ears and in her heart.
Again, she ran her thumb over his knuckles, hand slipping from his to come to rest again on the bedside. She could tell, even without looking at him, that he was here out of obligation, and part of her wondered who had forced him to come look in on her. He didn't want to be here, and she didn't want to force anyone to be there right then.] They're doing well. [It was an empty answer, just as hollow as his words had been, and fingertips grazed over the rough hospital blanket, feeling the catch of the fibers beneath her fingertips. Monitors beeped and outside carts rolled down the hallway, the world spinning on while they sat so still and quiet in the hospital room.
She let out a breath, cool air against chapped lips, her hand smoothing down a nearly invisible wrinkle in the blanket.] They're taking care of me. So you don't have to be here. It's okay for you to leave. I don't mind.