Gilbert carried Lizzy into the hospital, after parking messily, and probably in the wrong spot. People rushed towards him as he got through the doors. Clearly, he was a sight. Gilbert didn't get to see Lizzy after that. Someone had gotten a stretcher, and was wheeling her away, farther and farther out of reach. He didn't have the motivation to protest. They were most likely doing the right thing. He suddenly felt that every part of him was exhausted. He wanted to stay awake. He considered using up any remaining energy to sprint after the cart, but he didn't have any. It was a lost cause. He managed to make it to a couch in the lobby before passing out.
He hazily knew that someone would notice. Someone did. They tapped him on the shoulder. His flight from sleep was not gentle: he bolted up, and felt the familiar, too-fast beat of his heart. He panted to catch his breath.
Lizzy...where am I? Was that a nightmare?
"Sir, do you need help? You've been asleep for hours here."
"Umm..." That was all Gilbert could put together. His brain took a second to wake up, and then activated speaking abilities. "I'll have to go find a hotel." he muttered, not really caring if the hospital employee understood him.
Gilbert had forgotten why he was in a hospital.
Lizzy. I'm here because of her. He didn't think too hard about it. He knew that a little too much overthinking could kill both of them.
"Are you alright?"
"Yeah." Gilbert said thickly through a month of restless nights, accumulated.
He stumbled through the glass revolving door, hazily wondering if he would be decapitated, because it seemed to demand such a fast pace, and he was so tired.
He drove to a motel. It was cheap, but he didn't care so long as he would be allowed to sleep undisturbed until he was strengthened enough to walk, and safely past the possibility of killing himself. Unconscious, he couldn't harm himself. It was merely an added benefit, but Gilbert was desperate to postpone the soul searching that needed to happen. Anytime, just after Lizzy was okay. She had to be okay.
Lizzy woke up seeing white. The ceiling was white, but her eyes were pointed towards the mountainous covers that lay on top of her immobile legs. It was hot, but she couldn't have moved an inch of her body if she had wanted to. She did want to shrug the sweltering blankets off, but not as much as she wanted to scream at something. Anything. She needed to demand what was going on. Nothing made sense, and she couldn't move her head enough to see where she was. Her arm moved enough to shoot pain up her arm; there was an IV still in it. Am I in a hospital? Why?
Lizzy fell back asleep, since nothing made sense. In her dream, she discovered what reality had forgotten, and heaved for air, wishing to wake up again.
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