Apr 9, 2020
open starter!
She’s wrapped tightly in a blanket, hair still damp from her earlier dive. Somehow Zia had managed to quietly curl herself into the hospital chair, but it does nothing to ease the unsettling sense of dread that pools in her stomach as they wait for news about Laura’s condition. Needing a momentary distraction, she slips away to the hospital cafeteria, before returning to the waiting room with a cardboard cup carrier in each hand.
“Coffee?” Zia offers, gently, “I thought we could use something warm while we wait...”