Re: Hospital: Sam & Loren
Okay [Was all he promised. When the nurse brought in the little plate of food, which consisted of chicken fingers and red jello and juice, Loren took a bite of each first, testing. Sam was already nodded sideways and she didn't protect his actions, his precautions. Time passed, and when Sam stopped with words or questions, when she was reduced to deep breaths and blips on a machine, Lorn curled over the hospital bar. His fingers found the flesh of her arm, where drugs had built up scabs that would one day be scar tissue. He felt her hair, smelled it. Not Hannah, not dark enough, but he slumped there, and the room was quiet except for the machines. Intimacy that wasn't intimacy at all, everything quietly beeped. He'd make her eat when she roused, until then Loren closed his eyes. Not sleeping, resting.]