WHO: Lothíriel and Éomer WHERE: The hospital WHEN: Wednesday night WHAT: Talking WARNINGS: Talk of death STATUS: Closed/Ongoing
This wasn't how she wanted him to find out. She had it all planned out in her mind; she was going to wait until he was home and healthy and in no risk whatsoever, and then tell him herself. That way, there would be no fear of anything happening to him. She would not have to worry about the shock killing him. She didn't know who had told him, but she was angry at them, very angry. It was not their place to tell them, not when she had a plan to keep him safe.
A few hours after his message, she made her way to the hospital again, and up to his room. She spent most of her time there anymore, but she had taken some time to go home and bathe, and change her clothes before another night spent sleeping in the chair at his bedside.
Her steps slowed as she approached his room, unsure how this meeting was going to go. She had hurt him. She had tried to do the right thing, and she had hurt him. Her heart ached at that, and she was near tears as she stepped into the hospital room, forcing a smile on her face.