@bysurviving
The drive to Abigail’s hospital was much longer than Will remembered. Or at least, it had seemed that way, given the inexplicable, borderline unbearable churning of acid in his stomach.
After popping a couple Di-Gels, he checked in at the front desk, then followed the designated nurse up the staircase, all too aware of his heavy footsteps as they single-filed toward Abigail's room. Where her presence used to give him a sense of fledgling hope, he now only felt dread and foreboding agony. He still cared for her and he still yearned for her approval, but what if he was overstepping? What if she didn’t want him in her life?
"Try not to stay too long,” the nurse interrupted, breaking him out of his gloomy thoughts. “She has dinner in about an hour.”
“Oh, but...perhaps I could take her out?”
Wishful thinking.
The nurse shrugged again, then rapped on Abigail’s door, waited a good fifteen seconds, then pushed it open with a firm twist. “You’ve got a visitor, Miss Hobbs.”
Will stepped forward with a self-conscious smile. “Hi,” he said, if only to avoid any uncomfortable silence. He hadn’t stopped by in a while -- perhaps she’d noticed -- but something about today had prompted him to overrule his own internal battles.
“I’ll leave you two alone,” the nurse muttered.
After the door had closed, Will cleared his throat and stepped further into the room. “I, uh...I hope I’m not unwelcome,” he cautiously ventured. “It’s just...it’s been a week or two, and I thought I should pop in and see how you’re doing. Do you, uh...do you want anything? Or better yet, need anything?”