She slowly walked into his apartment. She had been there many times before, but somehow this time it didn't feel right.
She felt like she was invading his privacy, walking in without him by her side. She didn't really know why she was here. She just wanted him to have some personal items even if he wouldn't know.
This was completely out of her element. She was being completely irrational. People in a coma were not aware of their surroundings. She understood that studies showed that speaking to the patient could be heard on a subconscious level, but personal items did nothing. Yet she couldn't help herself.
She guessed it could be possible that guilt brought on this change. She couldn't understand why he always felt the need to protect her. She could take care of herself. This was the 2nd bullet he had taken that was meant for her. She has lost count of how many times he has saved her life.
She looked around his place. She knew him well. She knew which items held the most value to him on a personal level. Sentiment, another concept she usually didn't understand, but felt drawn to in this moment. She spent too much time with him; he was rubbing off on her.
She set down the plastic tub she brought to pack the things she would decide to choose. She took a deep breath and began her search. The first thing she decided on was a photograph of him and Parker.
That gave her an idea, she would look around for additional photos that she thought he would like to have surrounding him.
She slowly walked into his bedroom. She took another deep breath to calm down the surge of emotion that hit her. His bed was still rumpled from the last time he had slept in it. He would probably be sleeping there now if it weren't for her.
If she hadn't insisted all those years ago that she be allowed into the field he wouldn't have sustained as many injuries as he had. If he woke up… no… when he woke up she would reevaluate the situation. She could assist him just as well from the lab.
Regrets, she had told him that she didn't want to regret shunning his advances. He was with Hannah so he turned her away. She had deserved it. She allowed her own insecurities get in the way. He had said he needed to move on and he had.
Now she was filled regrets. He was angry, angry that the women he loved turned him away. Angry and lonely, and now he may never open his eyes again.
She went to his closet and opened the door. If he had more photographs they may be stored there. She pulled some clothing for him, just in case.
There were many things stored on the top shelf. She thought she saw a photo album in the back. On her tip toes she reached back and dislodged it from its place. As she pulled it out a shoubox fell and crashed to the floor emptying its contents across the floor.
She squatted down and picked up several sealed envelopes. There had to be 20 or 30 there. They were all addressed with her name.
She put them all back in the box as she had found them. Instead of putting them back where she had found them she put them in the crate and finished gathering some other items.