"She can go ahead and go." The doctor tells Jack. "All you have to do is sign her out."
Jack nods, turns to me. "Shall we go?" I don't answer. My eyes are trained on my lap, my flesh thumb rubbing my stomach in tiny circles.
"C'mon, Julia, why won't you talk to me?" Jack sighs.
"She hasn't moved from that position since she got here." The doctor unfeelingly mentions. "I'll be surprised if you can get her to."
Jack sighs again and stands, pulling me into his arms. I don't struggle, but I don't help him either, hanging in his grip as he holds me. I am as dead as Daerek. The only sign of life is the kicking in my stomach and the beating of my broken heart.
Jack carries me home without ever realizing he's holding a corpse.