As she walked up the stairs and into the bedromm Doc directed her into, Elena drugged her heavy feet as though there were boulders of stone fixated to them. It was indeed true that she was getting more and more tired, and the thought of a cozy bed and some pure silence only added to her nascent weariness. Thus it was only an absent look she gave the room when she entered by his side, barely moving her head around to examine furniture. The moment she saw it, the bed, which indeed looked quite appealing, instantaneously caught her attention and before anybody could object, she would plunk down on it contentedly while heaving a sigh of bare tiredness that quickly transformed into another yawn. She looked around briefly, noting the luxuriously-looking bathroom at the other side of the room, but paused when she glanced at Doc. A whirlpool, as inviting as it looked, really wasn’t what she needed right now. She looked at him with a squint, as if she was thinking about something. She hadn’t listened very carefully to his words – mostly due to her veil of fatigue -, but she had gotten enough of an image to comment on what he had said.
“I’m sorry to hear about all what happened to you,” she said a bit more quietly, but not with any less authenticity. “It actually puts relation to a lot of things, when I keep thinking about it. I don’t know, I can’t really say so far, but maybe it’s helped a bit to get to meet somebody with equal struggles, who has lived through an equal amount of stuff. And still lives on.” She nodded to herself, as if to reaffirm her statement further to herself. While folding her hands on her lap, she continued. “Thank you for all these insights you gave me. I’ll … I’ll think about them, when I got the time for it. And the nerves.”
With another sigh, she finally decided to make use of the pillows the bed was cluttered with. Resting one hand against the pillow and her head against the hand, she viewed him and said, almost en passant: “No, thank you, I don’t need anything more for today.” In fact, the thing she thought she needed the most was some time only for herself. Some time to think about every little bit of advice he had given her this day. She wasn’t sure she could still recall all of those bits, but she felt like she had learned something about how to tackle her bad thoughts. Their talk hadn’t felt like an absolutely effective cure to her, and it had rekindled things she had complete repressed in her mind by now that she would have to think of, but at the same time it appeared to be a step into the right direction, she reflected as she was lying on the bed, slowly closing her eyes. While she pulled the blanket over her, she mumbled, “Have a good night,” and exhaled in a sigh one last time.
