Re: Hospital: Sam & Loren
[She wasn't making too much sense to him, but from what Loren remembered of his years in the hospital, sense had been difficult to come by. Anything that had to do with the brain, injuries or chemicals out of order, it took awhile for a person to differentiate where certain parts of the world stopped and started. Loren could tell she was drowsy. There were circles under her eyes and maybe she was just tired, but he stood up for a moment to assess her IV bag and the discarded med syringes in the hazard box nearby. They seemed to be giving her fluids for dehydration and high levels of benzodiazepines. Something to ease seizures and also ensure sleep.
Loren pulled his chair up closer to the edge of her bed, and he would have let her drowse out, but she was still talking Micah. Loren's brow furrowed.] So he's still up to old tricks. [Loren considered that with his tongue behind his teeth. He took note of the names she gave on the little pad of paper beside where a telephone once sat. Neil and Cris. They were allowed inside to see her, he took that to mean.
When the fear glazed wide and glassy in her eyes, it punched through his chest like some misplaced memory of Hannah, and Loren swallowed it down. He leaned back into the chair beside her bed, and he placed his hand on the rail to prove he was there at all.] I'm not going anywhere. Now get some sleep if you can.