Laleh sat in Ste's room. She wasn't sure how long she'd been there, dozing off from time to time. Some dreams were of him waking up and being all smiles. Other times she would awake with a jerk, thinking the nurses had came and couldn't save him.
But there he was just asleep. At peace. She guessed. Laleh hoped. It was all so depressing. She hadn't meant to feel that way. She tried to be upbeat and so happy that he'd made it through the surgery. But the waiting was getting to her. She kept staring at Ste. Next thing she knew, she'd dozed off again.
Laleh looked up and there was Newt.
"What are you doing here?" She was puzzled. Was he a dream too?
"Just thought I'd check to see how it was going," New touched her shoulder then, giving her a hot chocolate. "It might be a while, you know, it was ages for Amy."
"He's not in a coma," she stared at him not sure she wanted the hot chocolate, but after one sip, she knew she needed it.
"I know, but he needs rest," Newt nodded. "Have you talked to him?"
"No," she thought of him daft now. "Of course not."
"But you should, just let him know you're here. It'll make you feel better," Newt told her. "Honest."
Laleh doubted that.
"I could sit with him for a while if you like?" Newt then offered.
"Why would you? He's your worst nightmare," Laleh remembered. "He chased you into traffic."
"I just want him to get better." Newt took a seat then. It was quiet for some time, but Newt made her remember the things she used to do with Ste when she was little. And before she knew it she was telling stories about Christmases and sled rides in the snow and the summer they went on a safari together.
It was good to have Newt around to make the time go by much better.
we used to be friends
23 hours ago