Baby Mine: Faye & Chris (introducing Eowyn)
Faye smiled at him, in the way that sloppily drunk people do, all sideways and genuine. “Tha’s good… she’s a good baby. Jus’ scared o’ her bein’ all alone. They gonna know what room I’m in?” she asked, her eyes watering again. The drugs took all filter off her words, and all rational thought.
“Yeah,” she drawled slowly, moving her fingers back and forth over his. “’s neccissa… nirresse…. needed,” she finally managed. A few tears did make their way down her face. She wiped them away with a heavy hand. “Don’t mean to be… such a burden. Feel like it. Like I’m…” she made a steep diving motion with her free hand, “draggin’ you down. Makin’ you miserable.” Her eyes closed. She was so tired.
“No wond’r… you f’rgot ‘bout … marryin’ me…” she breathed out as she fell into an exhausted sleep.
“Oh stop it.” He told her, “Just relax, and try not to think about any of that stuff right now.” He let out a small sigh as he thought of everything she was trying to say, it was a shame that he couldn’t really respond back to her about it, he could but it probably wouldn’t of stuck and now really wasn’t the time to broach this subject as she lay half unconscious in a hospital bed.
His jaw clenched at her words about forgetting to marry her, that wasn’t it at all, everything else took precedent over a formality of actually getting married. He opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted with a small snore coming from the bed beside him. The only real noise besides the nurses outside working on what ever it was that nurses worked on.
Chris stood up and grabbed the other chair, so he could prop his feet up and sort of lay down a little before closing his eyes. He opened one eye again just to check on her and take a look at her monitors, he should have know by now and how many times they had been in the hospital what they meant but he didn’t. Chris moved his hand to reach over and put it on her arm so if she woke up she had some sense of where he was.














