- Thanks Logan... Eames entered Goren's room. You're free to go. She moved toward Logan. I'll take care of Goren.
At Eames' small steps towards him, and her small voice, Logan turned towards her.
Eames stopped at her height, so he stood up, giving way to her.
- Goren... Logan turned to Goren. I'll leave you in the care of your little nursemaid.
At his words, Eames blushed violently.
His own little nurse.
What was Logan implying.
Eames wasn't Goren's personal nurse.
A little nurse...
She wasn't Goren's personal nurse either.
Eames was doing what Goren would have done for her in such a situation.
Goren would never have left her to her own devices.
And most of all, Eames was so worried about him.
About his condition.
Which was totally different from what Logan was trying to imply.
She didn't want to leave Goren until he woke up from his coma.
Eames couldn't do that.
She felt so responsible for what had happened to him.
But to tell her that she was Goren's personal nurse...
Especially with her nights spent looking after Goren, where her heart filled with despair and sadness, she only closed her eyes at night for a few minutes, and even then, if you could call them minutes.
For Eames was more likely to cry every five minutes than to sleep.
Thinking only of the state Goren was in.
Thinking about his condition, Eames turned to Logan.
- Is there...
At Eames's words, Logan's heart sank and he shook his head in denial.
- I'm sorry... On Logan's face, there was so much desolation. But no progress.
No progress at all.
Eames felt an immense distress overwhelm her.
She had so hoped for a small miracle.
A small hope that maybe...
But nothing.
With sadness in her soul, Eames looked at Goren, and her heart broke.
But despite everything, she was happy to be close to Goren again, at his bedside.
Her few hours away from him had been hard.
All Eames could think about was Goren.
And being close to him.
He'd missed Goren.
And who knows...
Maybe by being near him again, there would be a little progress.
At least, Eames hoped so from the bottom of his heart.
But now that she was here, there was nothing holding Logan back.
So he could finally leave, and leave her alone with Goren.
- Barek's waiting for you outside.
At her words, Logan understood that Eames wanted him to leave her alone with Goren.
But also that Barek was kind enough to wait for her.
At this idea, a small smile spread across his face.
Logan knew that Barek was very fond of Eames, and that since Goren and Eames' serious accident, Barek wanted to do everything he could to support Eames in her distress.
- So... I'll be going. Logan looked at Eames, who was moving the chair closer to Goren's bed so that he could sit in it, and took his long, slender fingers in his hands, squeezing them, guarding them preciously. Don't hesitate to call us if you need anything.
Need anything...
Eames didn't need anything.
Just to be near Goren.
But she appreciated Logan's kindness.
So she plastered a small smile on her lips, nodded.
- Thanks… Logan.
At Eames's words, Logan headed for the door, stepped out, and closed the door behind him, leaving Eames with Goren.
No sooner had Logan closed the door than Eames rose from her seat to approach Goren, leaned her face towards his, brought her hand to his forehead, brushed against it, but kept Goren's fingers preciously in her other hand.
- I've come back...and I won't go away again.
Yes...
Whatever the thing, whatever the urgency, Eames would never leave Goren's side until he woke up.
She made herself a promise.
As she thought about Goren waking up, her heart sank.
Was Goren really going to wake up one day?
Wasn't he going to remain in a coma indefinitely, with no hope of ever waking up.
This fear nagged at Eames.
What would she do if he didn't wake up.
What would become of her...
Could she go on with her life.
No...
It was simply impossible.
She already knew she'd be miserable, and nothing would help, to get over it.
She'd already lost Joe.
She didn't want to go through the experience of losing a loved one again.
Eames needed Goren in her life.
A know-it-all who annoyed her to no end, but whom she adored.
At this memory, Eames' tears welled up in her eyes, clouding her vision.
No...
Goren couldn't leave her like that.
And remain in a coma.
Eames could no longer contain the grief that overwhelmed her.
Tears spilled down her cheeks and she burst into tears.
- Why don't you wake up. She rested her head against his hand, clasping it with all her strength. Is it my fault…
Why don't you wake up...
Is it my fault...
What was that voice he heard in the distance.
Goren was in total darkness, and there was no one else.
But in the distance, there was this little voice.
A very sad, feminine voice.
Who could this person be.
Did he know her...
His heart told him he did.
But his mind told him nothing about this voice.
As if there was nothingness in his head.
And there was nothing.
Not even a memory.
The only thing he remembered was this dark space he was in.
He felt something slightly warm on his back, so he turned, to see a small light in the distance.
Strange...
That little light wasn't there.
It was as if it had just appeared.
- Bobby... Please...
Name of God...
Who the hell was Bobby...
And why the sad voice, she begged this person.
Could it be that this Bobby was him.
That this voice was calling him.
Should he go to that light, from where the voice called this Bobby.
- Oh... Bobby... Forgive me.
Forgive me...
What had the person done, exactly, to ask forgiveness of this person.
The sadness in that voice broke his heart.
And he couldn't bear the pain.
So no matter if he wasn't that Bobby, he wanted to go to the voice, and help that person.
Proud of this resolution, he strode towards the little voice, and the light that grew brighter the further he went, blinding him.