She walked in through the door and down the hallway with his footsteps echoing in her ears. She was doing her best not to think about what he had just told her, it was all just too horrible, she was sure she would have nightmares for months.
He followed her down the hall trying his best to hold his emotions in check. Reliving that night was one thing but watching her face as he told her how he had failed to protect her and the details surrounded her gruesome death was almost unbearable. He had to constantly remind himself that she wasn't his wife, not yet anyway judging from her appearance she wouldn't be for another year or two, its funny the small things you remember over the years; she had highlights at the wedding brown highlight. He shook his head and the offending thoughts away, he couldn't let himself slip up.
As they continued toward her room her sorrow continued to bother him, they had spent years of there lives together and he had spent tens of years missing her which all summed up to him not knowing how to comfort her since in her mind none of that had happened yet.
After a few minutes of walking she stopped abruptly in front of him." Something wrong?" What a stupid question, he didn't have long to kick himself in the ass for it though "I'm lost" she answered in a small frightened voice, it suddenly became twice as hard not to have the rights with her he was used to, he wanted so badly to hold her and tell her it would be alright, but he couldn't "What room are you in?"
"6th floor hall 29R room 78" She answered He moved in front and led the way down to the 6th floor.
Once he had located her room for her there was an awkward moment of silence when neither of them new what to say, Michelangelo almost considered leaving without a word when she finally spoke. "Thank you, I know that must have been hard" He was suddenly glad he hadn't left "You deserved to know" He responded as gently as he could looking down into her sad eyes, she leaned up carefully and hugged him. It was a simple gesture but its effect on him was anything but, it took every ounce of will power he had to pull away from her. " I'm on the third floor if you need me, hall 24J room 84" He said before turning and leaving her alone with her thoughts in her small run down room.
She sat for hours going over every single word he said in her mind, no matter how many times she repeated it, it left her mind in a whirling haze that she couldn't seem to calm. She was no long sure of what to do normally if she had a problem this large and confusing she would talk it over with a friend but here in the ruins of New York she had none, she was alone. She had gone over Mikey's last words to her a thousand times along with everything else "If you need me" She wasn't sure if she should go there he was probably more upset than she was, but he was the only person who was even remotely nice to her, so she set her resolve and wandered out the door in search of the third floor hall 24J room 84.
It took her a fair bit of time to find his room and now that she stood outside it staring at the number 84 wondering how she had ever thought this would be a good idea. She turned and made to leave but as she took her first step the door opened, she froze damn him and his ninja senses she had almost forgotten about those. She turned around to look at him feeling even more foolish that she had a minute ago, she expected him to tell her to go back to bed in a harsh tone but instead he waved her in and closed the door behind her.
