(Author's Note: Sorry this chapter is so short! I was trying to describe how the days would feel for anyone close to Neal. In this chapter, everything is pretty much a blur, days just passing. Let me know what you think!)
Days passed. Neal remained in the same weakened state, usually sleeping. In his restless sleep, he would murmur Kate's name, as well as things like "too late", "all my fault", and "sorry". Often he would have nightmares, waking up panicked, but always to see the comforting presence of Peter and Elizabeth.
Days passed. Jones had visited twice, but couldn't be with Neal much more than that because he was working on an important case. Hughes had sent flowers and a card, with the signatures of everyone in the office. Diana was still out of town.
Days passed. June and Mozzie came by frequently, giving the two exhausted Burkes some time to go back to their houses for a shower, change of clothes, a few minutes of sleep, and a quick bite to eat. They were usually back not more than a few hours later, too worried about Neal to take any longer than that.
Days passed. Every night, Peter and Elizabeth sat by Neal's side, comforting him when he woke up in terror from the nightmares his medication caused. Reassuring him that everything was alright. Calling the nurse sometimes, when the pain caused Neal to moan in agony, not able to move.
Days passed. Being out for so long in the rain on the day of the accident was something that hadn't struck anyone as important at the time. But it was flu season. Neal developed a fever, which the nurses hadn't thought was too bad. He was given the right medicine for it. But it wasn't enough. His fever and flulike symptoms worsened, eventually developing into pneumonia. The doctors placed him on a ventilator, as his lungs were infected.
Days passed. Nowadays, no one was sure how many of them were left.