'For the most part everything comes and goes; there are only two exceptions that I know of; time and life. Neither come to any of us, but go away from all of us, sometimes I wonder if they are one in the same. It's pointless to spend your time wondering if something is your fault, once it has passed, the thought simply becomes a time-sink, but here I am now doing exactly that. It bothers me that the seconds doing this have crept into minutes, hours; maybe I've even wasted my first year.
It's hard not to think about such things when you're holding onto the hand of someone you hold dear. Knowing they're close by, but not quite here at the same time. Knowing this person was wondering where you were when they ended up as they are now. As the lone wolf, there's nothing you can say to those who suffer consequences when they, just once, decide to conform to your methods, even if the end result isn't a positive one.
Seeing her as she was now, made me remember something odd, but saddening. The way fear could seemingly take over a person's life, bending them to the will of something else. It was ironic that a person who put their life on the line daily. Keeping one's mind clear during these situations was tough, even if you had someone there to always tell you that they were there. I found myself wishing I could feel that fear again, so I could understand.'
Those were Mason's thoughts as he sat in a small chair, within a chilled hospital room, while his hands were wrapped around a much smaller one, belonging to a young woman sleep in her bed. He thought he felt tears in his eyes, but they never came.
I wanna to wake up in a city that doesn't sleep
and find I'm king of the hill, top of the heap.
If I can make it there, I'll make it anywhere.
It's up to you, New York, New York.
[font=Book Antiqua]She woke up shaking from cold. The heating probably stopped working again even thou she had it repaired yesterday paying quite a lot money. She wasn't in her flat for 5 months and it smelled with staleness and dust.
Sophie grabbed her PDA from the desk next to her and found a message she was waiting for. She covered herself with a blanket and closed her eyes. After a few minutes she stood up and put on her clothes while preparing a cup of coffee. She started pouring the hot water trying to stop her hands from shaking, this not time not from cold.
When she drank all the coffee in the mug, Sophie closed the doors quietly and entered a public flier, that lead to the hospital. Once she arrived there she asked a receptionist for the right room. Standing in front of the doors she hesitated for a few minutes before she entered.
Mrs Whitehall stood at the information desk alone, looking around slowly... Anxiously, waiting for the woman behind the desk to assist her in finding out where her daughter was. The woman finished with another visitor and Eva stepped forwards maintaining a brave face and speaking in her distinct Bretonian accent. "hello yes, um.. im here to see my daughter, i was informed she was here." the woman smiled at her, obviously seeing that Eva was worried, "alright what name is it please?" Eva spoke clearly, just wanting to see her daughter. "Whitehall, Tia" the woman turned to the screen and the name came up showing her condition and location in the hospital.
"whats your relationship to Miss Whitehall, please." Eva blinked a little almost stuttering, "Im her mother.. is she ok? she is here isn't she" the receptionists face momentarily dropped and then she smiled again pointing Eva in the direction she needed to go. "Its just down the hallway, you go down there and take a right, down at the end of the corridor, room 95" the receptionist said with a confident reassuring voice, Eva nodded and thanked the woman walked quickly down the corridor, some doors ajar and peoples families greeting their wounded siblings and spouses.
Eva reached the door to Room 95 and stopped, she shivered for a moment composing herself for what she was about to see behind the door, she took hold of the handle and pushed the door. The room was warm, the smell of disinfectant was as evident as it had been throughout the hospital building and the the ambient beeping sound of a BP monitor became louder as she entered. from behind the door Eva could see the foot of a bed, she imagined Tia being sat up and looking at the door as she walked in, smiling in that way that only Tia could, but deep inside she knew that would not be the case, and made entering the room all the more difficult.
the bed slowly came into her view, Eva gasped quietly as she finally saw the sleeping figure of her daughter, lifeless in the bed still, Eva swallowed momentarily and closed the door, she stood next to the bed taking her daughters hand into her own and trembled. Thinking about what she must have gone through, and how she wished she could have taken her place, or helped her daughter through whatever it was instead of this.
Eva could no longer hold her composure and she wept at her daughters side, holding her hand and pressing her cheek against Tia's, her tears running down her daughter cheek as she lay motionless in the bed.
The routine for Mason's hospital visits had become just that, he'd visit Tia a couple times a week, sometimes he'd stay for a couple hours, other visits he'd stay overnight. The attendants in the waiting room rarely spoke to Mason if at all after a while; he'd simply come in, sign his name, and leave an 'x' in regards of how long he expected to be there. He had practically made it to Tia's room without interruption, still in uniform, which was unusual, today being the exception. Most of the day's duties had ended in New York, and the decision to visit had been a little more than last minute.
As he stood outside Tia's door, he heard a faint whimpering sound, and for a while his hopes were high, up until the point he was finally in her room and noticed the back of a figure situated next to Tia on her bed where she laid in the same position Mason saw her ever visit. At first he believed it was Sophie, as he walked towards the bed, and sat a vase of flowers on the small table next to Tia's bed. It was hard to tell who the woman was with her face so close to Tia's, but he could tell easily enough that it was Sophie.
On first glance, Mason was sure he had seen this woman before, but he couldn't quite remember who she was or where he had seen her before. After a while, she looked up, sniffling and seemingly composing herself.
'Mister'¦. Mason?' She asked slowly, as if she was unsure if she got the name right. Mason gave a quiet nod of acknowledgement.
He felt a twinge of embarrassment that he couldn't quite remember who she was. Quietly, Mason dragged himself to the wall near the door, where he leaned against it, with his arms folded. It wasn't just to give him time to remember who she was, but also to provide her with the privacy she probably still needed. In situations like these, if someone wanted to talk they would. He wondered if he was taking the situation better than others because he was patient, or simply because he knew, eventually she would wake up.
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