@mcneuros ❀ semi-plotted thing.
the last few days have been a blur. it’s all one clump, and nic’s ability to pick the hours apart from each other is difficult... let alone the days. brow furrows as her vision clears, consciousness hitting as fully as it can given the circumstance, “doctor sloan?” is she really close enough to elena that first names are a thing? honestly, that’s not a question nic can even come close to answering right now, so she’ll stick with doctor sloan.
eyes dart around the room as she works to process, gaze finally landing back on the surgeon, “where’s conrad?” she hopes he’s resting, this is the first time she can remember him not being here since she’d first woken up. a pause follows the words, one filled with an inner turmoil as nic tries to make a decision... and keep her train of thought locked on the options. finally she takes a shaky breath and clears her throat, “would you... would you stay ‘til someone else is here? i don’t wanna be alone,”
