Ella had not slept since before the attack. She also had not been to St. Mungo's since she had checked Alek in, fearing that seeing either him or Terrence lying in a bed would break her. She'd gone on a frenzy Saturday night and had been out with Ron late the night before. Sleeping now, however, was still not an option; even without going to the hospital, she wanted to be immediately ready if either of their conditions changed for the worse. Her own injuries were still bad off, but she'd just gotten out of the shower which made her feel slightly better.
Now, she sat, crumpled, in the middle of her living room, surrounded by the dirty, bloody clothes she had discarded before her shower and wet hair framing her face. The silence was almost comforting as even her mind hadn't been silent for two days. She was drowning in one of Terrence's tees.
At the sound of someone Apparating into her flat, Ella grabbed her wand and moved to her feet, blindly moving toward the intruder and pinning the body to the wall by her front door with her small frame, bones and muscles and wounds all screaming in protest at her sudden movements. Then she realized it was Terrence and she took two sharp breaths, blinking. She should have known it was him, he was the only one who could Apparate in. She didn't even notice his attire as she released her threatening hold on him to curl her fingers into the fabric at his chest. How many times over the past three years had she thought she might lose him? Yet, every time, here he was, with her.
Tightening the material in her fingers, she pulled him to her, lifting herself onto the balls of her bare feet as she caught his mouth with hers. Fuck. She hadn't realized how much she'd been afraid that this wouldn't happen again. Now, if only Alek would wake up.