Trustworthy help

111. Situation.

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We sit in the waiting room of the hospital. Amelia leans her head on my shoulder as she holds my hand. Her eyes are red and so is her nose. She's asleep now though, the panicking tired her out. Ever since that deployment, it's been an emotional mess for her and there is no way to protect her from it. She makes a small sound and flinches, but sleeps on.

'Hang on, I'm going to the toilet.' I say before carefully getting up, giving her time to wake up a bit. 'Okay.' She mumbles.

When I'm done, I head back to Amelia to find she's gone. I sit down where we sat earlier and wait for her. She comes back with two paper cups. 'Here.' She says, seemingly happy she found something to drink. I smile softly at her as I take one of the cups. It's tea for me, one sugar like I always have. She sits down next to me and sips her tea, having her small hands hidden in the sleeves of her too big sweater.

It's nearly five in the morning now.

'How are you feeling?' I ask as I wrap my arm around her. 'Drained.' She says. 'I'm sorry.' I say. She smiles with sad eyes and kisses my cheek.

The doctor walks over and we follow him back to the office from before.

'He's alive.' He starts off to ease some fear in Amy. 'Though he's not doing well.'
She plays with the now empty cup, knowing her it's to try and keep her mind from something. 'They found a lot of damage, previous wounds having reopened. His collarbone fractured. There is a lot of damage, it's hard to come back from injuries like this when it would be one, seeing how there are multiple, it makes the situation worse.' Amelia cover her mouth as the doctor tells her the news. 'We did what we could.' He says. I watch her hands tremble as they hold the cup. 'They're stitching him up as we speak. When they're done you may go see him.' The doctor says.

We walk out of the office after Amelia politely thanked him for informing her. She doesn't sit down in the waiting room but heads out instead. She's shaking and holds her hands over her face. 'Amelia.' I say as I lay my hand on her shoulder, the cold night air surrounding us, making me shiver. 'I can't loose him corpse. Please don't let me loose him.' She begs as she breaks down. I pull her in for a hug, feeling her heart race and her body shaking. 'Please.' She sobs out. 'I don't want to loose him.' There's nothing I can say to calm her. The situation is fucked up, but what can I do? I hold her tightly against my chest, as if to hold the broken pieces together.