[ His use of past tense doesn't go unnoticed and she cringes, the reassuring squeeze a small comfort, even if she can't quite fully register it. At first she thinks it might only be the kind paramedic that is divorced from the world, but then upon closer inspection Eva finds the walls hold a fuzzy quality, and she can't quite seem to focus, no matter how hard she tries.
The logical part of her mind places the blame upon a mix of tragedy and exhaustion, but it's all the thought she gives to the concept, because she can't seem to concentrate on it. Or anything, for that matter. Eva thinks to mention something to David as he pushes the door open, flooding a bit of light into the darkened room of her partner -- who is still living, still breathing; the reminder causes her pulse to race, dark eyes a little brighter -- but the idle conversation is forgotten instantly.
Stumbling into the room, the scientist moves to kneel at the side of the his bed, falling almost reverently to her knees as she reaches to smooth his damp bangs from his forehead. He's skin is clammy and pale, his lips too red, and he is far too silent.
But he is still Neil.
And that can be enough for now. ]
I'm not sure if you can hear me, but I'm here now. You're not alone. [ Her lips ghost against his forehead -- warm, light, reassuring. ] .. And if worst comes to worst, [ against her best wishes, her breath catches ] I'll grant your wish. I promise, Neil.
That must be why it's so HUGE
The logical part of her mind places the blame upon a mix of tragedy and exhaustion, but it's all the thought she gives to the concept, because she can't seem to concentrate on it. Or anything, for that matter. Eva thinks to mention something to David as he pushes the door open, flooding a bit of light into the darkened room of her partner -- who is still living, still breathing; the reminder causes her pulse to race, dark eyes a little brighter -- but the idle conversation is forgotten instantly.
Stumbling into the room, the scientist moves to kneel at the side of the his bed, falling almost reverently to her knees as she reaches to smooth his damp bangs from his forehead. He's skin is clammy and pale, his lips too red, and he is far too silent.
But he is still Neil.
And that can be enough for now. ]
I'm not sure if you can hear me, but I'm here now. You're not alone. [ Her lips ghost against his forehead -- warm, light, reassuring. ] .. And if worst comes to worst, [ against her best wishes, her breath catches ] I'll grant your wish. I promise, Neil.