1:46 a.m
She pressed her hands together, rubbing them vigorously and desperately for warmth. Her gasps and troubled breathing resulted in the frosty mist that wavered in the chilly air, appearing and disappearing in deviating intervals. She could go back inside to get her coat, yet she chooses against it. She doesn't want to go back in there.
She was anything but decent at this hour. Her hair was undone, throat was raw from the abuse of rising it in high volumes, face contorted and eyes shut tight. If given that they were tight enough, tears won't be able to leak through, or so she thought. The way she felt however, was a different matter all together.
She could feel the strong pounding of her pulse-it disrupted everything else that went about her mind. Perhaps it was better that way; she didn't want to think of anything at the moment. Every sentiment she felt just wouldn't leave her be. Icy panic settled on her chest, everything about her was out of sync- her breathing, her thoughts, her pulse- and out of her control. Above that, her eyes were failing to do the task they were suppose to; the moisture she felt on her cheeks was not suppose to be there. She was shivering uncontrollably, whether from the cold or the situation, she didn't know.
1:53 a.m
When she looks up to see what was falling, she could not help but think that it was the worst possible time for it to start snowing.
She should probably head back inside, but she doesn't want her emotions to fly out of control anymore than it already was.
1:57 a.m
The frosty flakes were coming down harder, her fingers were growing numb, she could hardly feel her toes and she curses herself for leaving her coat behind silently. But she still refused to go back inside. Hospital doors scare her, especially now.
She knows the shivering and shudders won't be going away anytime soon, but a jacket isn't what she wants now. She wants someone to wrap their arm around her, and stand next to her without saying a word. Occasionally, she wouldn't mind if his voice gave out a reassuring saying or a gentle squeeze on the arm. She needs someone of composure, someone who is everything she was not at this moment, because she was falling apart. She realizes that she needed the moral support only he could give her at this moment.
But Kaldur just wasn't here right now.