Parvati wondered if her husband ever experienced the same amount of turmoil she did in situations like these. Despite the volume at which he shouted, she wondered if he ever felt that overwhelming tidal wave of emotion she had when it came to him. Did he truly care, or was he merely hotheaded?
Picking at the meal they had left her, she smiled absentmindedly when a mediwitch informed her that she should be good to go home the next morning. The sun was setting beautifully outside of the room's window, and the hot, lush shades of pink being overtaken by a heavy, inky night purple seemed so dull and distant to her. Maybe I'll get Bredina to take me home...
The clock ticked on and on, and Parvati failed to eat much on her tray. Black and blue crawled across the sky until night fell once more.
Where is he? Her fragile fingers clutched at her mattress. Once again, she burst into tears. Where are you?
And just then, a dark, stormy figure appeared at her door.