"So.." Ellie repeated back to Craig. Silently, she prayed for Ashley to come back. C'mon Ash. Please come back soon. I can't take another minute of this. She looked over to the door and waited for the knob to turn.
Craig shook his head in agreement, "Yeah." He looked down at the tiled hospital room floor, and contemplated whether or not he should bring last night up. He thought about it for a few minutes, occasionally catching a glimpse of Ellie from the corner of his eye. Figuring they'd have to talk about it sooner or later, he decided to bring it up. "So, about last night.."
Ellie felt like her heartbeat had just stopped. She didn't want to talk about last night. She never wanted to talk about it. Ever. She looked at him for a moment, helplessness showing in her eyes. "Oh, yeah. That." She said slowly, looking down again, ripping at the threads on her blanket.
"I know you were really upset and.." Craig said, still thinking of how to word what he wanted to say. "And I guess I was the last person you talked to before you did," he gestured towards her bandaged wrists, "that."
"Yeah, I guess you were," Ellie responded, subtly clasping her hands together. She ran the finger nail of one of her thumbs against the palm of her other hand. Since she had long fingernails, with enough pressure they started to cut through the delicate skin on her hand. Within seconds she could feel the blood against her skin. Letting out a discreet sigh of relief, she slowly looked over to Craig.
"Well, was this my fault then?" Craig asked, fearing that the answer would be a yes. After what had happened the night before, it all led to being his fault.
Ellie bit down on her lip for a moment. She couldn't decide whether or not to lie or say the truth. But, it didn't matter much anyways. Just as she was about to open her mouth to speak, the doorknob turned and Ashley walked in with two aspirins and a cup of water.