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The wait in the hospital was even worse, for Peter. Mozzie had gotten there five minutes after the caravan; El an hour later.
"Peter!" her cry to him was more between a sob and a sigh then anything. Instantly, she saw through her husband's "calm" shield and wrapped her arms around him. "I got here as soon as I could. Have you heard anything?"
Peter sighed. His head shook. He couldn't hold the mask around El. Diana and Mozzie quietly excused themselves for 'coffee'. Elizabeth's heart sank when she caught the shining look in Peter's eyes. "No," his voice was low, controlled. "Nothing yet."
There was nothing she could say, nothing to fix the heartbreak around her. She embraced Peter like he'd melt away from her; it encouraged her to feel him do the same.
TBC