🕊️ – @windcovet
infirmaries were never the quiet places people assumed them to be, and while many people had died, plenty others were injured and needed medical care. ellie hadn't been the only one who hadn't stopped since the attack on the council building, but then, they hadn't experienced each and every death either. she couldn't bring herself to stop now, even after she knew the rest of her patients were well taken care of - she had a good team here and she had to delegate - but other people's needs were the only thing tethering her to herself. well, aside from the persistent, familiar but completely foreign pain that told her viktor was dying. had died. wasn't dead.
she had to find jayce. he'd likely be at viktor's side, where she had left him after doing everything in her mundane medical power to keep him comfortable until he woke up. because he had to wake up. armed with a hasty collection of snacks rummaged from the kitchen, ellie pushed the door to viktor's private room open with her shoulder, letting it close behind her.
"you should eat something." eyes glanced over the machinery, a quick assessment of viktor's status before setting the food in jayce's lap, giving him no option to push it away. then her attention turned to him. he had seen so much today. too much. even as she had felt it, elinor knows that seeing tragedy scars you, too. what did he see when he closed his eyes? she knew he'd caught the end of her empathy attack, knew that she couldn't keep that close to her chest. remembered the look on sheri's face as she watched him live death countless times over, and that jayce should know. "please." she remembered her manners as she sat beside him, close, not realising that she was leaning against him to keep herself upright.
