@amber_is_in_a_loop
(How are you?)
(How are you?)
(not so great, you?)
Isobel's eyes flickered sideways to the nurse, who was watching them with great interest. "Can we have a moment alone?"
(What is it? Is there anything I can do to help you?)
Alice kept her reddened eyes trained on Isobel. What did this mean? Were they even legally allowed to see each other?
She sat up as the nurse slowly backed out. "What do you want?" she asked hollowly.
(it's just been a rough couple of weeks, I'll be fine. Thanks though. How are you?)
Isobel shut her eyes against what she was about to do, inhaling a shaky breath of the stale air. "Help me. Please."
(Well let me know. I'm always around.
I'm alright, studying for finals)
Alice held her breath. "Do what?" she breathed through a constricted throat. She didn't know what to think, fear or sadness or anger.
(good luck on your finals)
"I saw him……" Isobel was trembling all over, doing exactly what she feared doing the most. "My dad. I saw him. I don't–I don't know what to do."
In a moment of sympathy Alice started forward to help Isobel– the cuffs cut into her wrists drawing blood.
She fell back helplessly, past grief rising up to the surface. It was coming back, the all-encompassing panic, in the face of a fresh death. Battling the emotion she spoke up.
"Sit down and breathe, Isobel," she quietly cried. "Take a minute."
Isobel’s eyes were fixed to a bead of red on Alice’s wrist. She watched, biting back a soft sound of sympathy, as the droplet of crimson welled up and dribbled over the heavy cuff.
"Isobel, look at me," Alice asked softly, the woman's evident emotion tugging at her heart. "When did you seem him?"
Isobel shut her eyes instead. “I—It was a few days ago. I saw him a few days ago.”
"Was there a trigger you know of?"
She was running through the same motions her doctors had at first, dragging the words out of the darkest pits of her memories.
“I—I don’t know.” Isobel’s chest heaved, hands tightening around each other.
Alice fell back into her bed, breathing heavily.
"Isobel, I– I'm really sorry. For what you're seeing, for attacking you… just all of it," she said heavily, trembling beneath the thin cotton covers of the hospital bed.
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