"Elle, everything is going to be alright," Kay whispered as he wrapped his arms around her and stood, lifting her back onto the bed again and carefully tucking her in. "I know that you're upset about your face right now but it's going to be alright, I promise you. The doctors say it can be fixed. They just need to give you some time to heal first."
Kay stared helplessly down at Elle. It was obvious that she hadn't heard a word that he had said, that she was in to deep a state of shock to hear and understand anything. He sat down on the edge of the bed and reached out, gathering her into his arms and holding her against him, rocking her a bit. Maybe that would at least give her a tiny bit of comfort. If only she would stop crying. It was breaking his heart.
Just then the door came open and Zed came in. He stopped in surprise when he caught sight of Kay. "What are you doing in here? I thought I told you to get some sleep?"
"I shouldn't have left her," Kay murmured as he rocked Elle, stroking her hair as he talked. "She woke up. She woke up and saw her face."
"What?" Zed said. He hadn't noticed Elle was awake until just then. He quickly hurried to her bedside and reached out, touching her hand. He had ordered all of the mirrors removed. How had she saw the damage? "Elle, it's going to be alright. Your face is going to heal just fine."
"Zed, go and get the doctor," Kay murmured. "I don't think she can even hear what we're saying right now."
Zed quickly hurried out of the room and came back a moment later dragging the first doctor he could find.
"Agent Elle, I understand you saw the injury to your face," he said as he approached the hysterical woman. "You need to know that the wound isn't really as bad as it looks right now. I'm sure it was very frightening for you because the incision is still open due to the swelling but we expect to close that within a few days and as soon as you're a bit stronger, we can remove the scar tissue. This isn't perminant. Within a month, you'll be as good as new!"
"Elle?" Kay murmured as he stared down at her. Tears were pouring from her eyes as she stared ahead with a blank expression. At least the silent screams had finally stopped. He looked back up at the doctor. "I don't think that she even heard you."
"She's in shock," he said as he hurried over to a counter and got out a syringe and a vial of medicine, carefully drawing a dose before going over and injecting it into the IV. "That should let her sleep for a few hours. Maybe she'll be calmer when she wakes up."