Untangible countdown.
Waiting. That's all they can do. That's all we can do. Wait and see. See if all hopes are to be dashed on the very day they were born. See if the extraordinary and magic are still parts of his life. See whether the extraordinary and magic he's been craving are that bit stronger than the sniper's bullet, if she h as in herself the real fight to triumph over the white paleness, the sick green and the awful red, which seem to be the only colours he can remember. They're waiting ; he's blaming himself and the other man is blaming him too. Who is strong enough to stop this tidal wave, make its course change ? She was standing, knocked out on the ground. She was fine then so not. That much is true : there really is no way to charm your way out of a bullet. All they can do has been done ; now all there remains is waiting. Waiting for her to survive ; expecting her to. Calling onto the universe to turn her into a phoenix consuming in a scorching heat to rise back from the ashes. He's sure she is one already ; his call is just a desperate internal plea to tick the seconds away. An eternity to wait, it would feel so. But when the surgeon team is back with messages of relief and hope, that fear will come out, won't it ? Others will fill in his heart, but they would be fears for the living...and no more for the dead. He's hopeful she will be back, if only to let wrath burn out those who took the captain down...Waiting. Waiting. His mind spins out of control. Guilt, anger, fear, panic, love... all at once mixed in an impregnable maze ; it will all untangle in due time...Living through it won't definitely be easy...All in good time. Once she is back.
All they can do has been done. All there remains is to wait. She said always too.
[AN :] on Monday 19th, evening, turn your TV on.