"These are her effects, what we could recover. Her phone was destroyed. I'm sorry", the nurse handed him the tiny pile of things. A ring, her wallet. Her clothes had been destroyed in the crash, there was no point in him getting those. At the same time, he wanted them, for some stupid reason like he could hang on to every part of her that he could, "Huh…"
"Is there a problem?" He took the pile, his fingers curling around her ring, the metal clicking against his own. She should have been wearing it still, it was hers. Till death due them part. But he supposed that all the equipment couldn't have metal in it.
The nurse shook her head, brushing a hand over her face, "No no, I just could have sworn that there was a pair of earrings in there too. But I must have been confused, we've had so many people in and out today…"
"She…I don't know if she wore earrings", he admitted, it wasn't the sort of thing that he really thought about. It was stupid, but he honestly couldn't remember. It upset him, that it had only been a few hours and now seemingly his brain couldn't remember everything about her, "If… if you find them you can call me please"
"Of course sir, are you going to be alright? I know all of this must be a terrible shock to your system", the nurse offered a gentle smile, "We want to help, not just your fiancée but you as well"
He nodded, not really understanding her words. They should have been focusing on her, saving her life. There was nothing wrong with him, "Thank you. I suppose that I won't be able to visit her for a few days"
"Yes, she'll be recovering from surgery, but in the next few days.
Someone will call you if her condition changes…"
"Not that you're expecting that", he said, not a hint of emotion in his words, or in his eyes as he stared past her.
The nurse attempted a comforting smile, "Miracles happen every day, there's no reason to assume the worst. The first couple days are the most important. You can't give up hope"
"…I won't", he nodded, sliding the few possessions that he had received into his pocket, "Thank you"
Neither of them noticed the older man standing just down the hall from them despite his loud Hawaiian shirt. He turned a small black box over in his hands, giving the man who was leaving a sad look as he stood there.
"I'm sorry", the old man said, looking in the window of the hospital room. He could see the pale form of the girl in there, her head bandaged, "I'm so very sorry my dear"