i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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POSTED ON Nov 5, 2018 4:27:24 GMT
the woman is too empathetic for her own good. his fear is evident before the admission ever escapes his lips. the entire situation is saturated with pain, confusion, chaos ー an act of terror. nothing else could describe it.
her powerlessness stares her in the face once more. in the past, she's been able to help (if only in her own fumbling way), but this is something else entirely. this doesn't stop her from acting in the way that she knows: as soon as he responds to her touch she's squeezing his hand ever tighter, moving the other to his face, resisting the urge to draw him to her chest. there is so much importance in just holding someone, but that privilege is one that the hospital and its machinery currently deny them.
"i know. i'm so sorry." her words come out like a whisper, a sigh, burdened with emotion that isn't hers to claim. even compassion is selfish in its own right. she lacks awareness of her own pathetic expression.
"i want to help you but i don't know how? i wishー" she bites her tongue early, brow knitting together. he's the last person she should be complaining to about anything right now, least of all his own situation... for the purpose of their interaction, she would make herself useful in whatever way she could.
that included a few moments of silence. the hand that only moments earlier found its place on his face and through his hair is withdrawn just as quickly, meeting her other to clasp his own. her thumb fidgets, worrying across the back of his knuckles. several seconds pass while she finds herself: first, her composure; then, her words.
"there will be evidence. it hasn't even been a day yet... it's too early to be too discouraged, but even if your memories don't come back right away, that doesn't mean you won't have closure..." she hasn't yet entirely accepted that there's something truly wrong, at least not in the way that he thinks. in the back of her mind, other possibilities run on another channel: post-traumatic stress, heart trouble, pulmonary embolism, certain types of seizures, exposure to certain toxins, can all cause a sense of impending doom, a sense of desperate uncertainty...
"what do you remember?"
all of his monitors seem to read fine. she's no doctor, after all. no matter the cause, no matter her own concerns, she'll hear him. sometimes it helps to just... talk. NIKOLAI PETROV |
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