His Little Heart

The Slip-Up

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I did fall asleep.

Eventually.

After overthinking and worrying, my eyes shut, and I fell into a light slumber. While I snoozed, or tried to, I caught the quiet sounds and noises of any visitors that entered the room, hearing half conversations between Dr. Cumberbatch and whoever he quietly spoke to.

"How's she doing?"

Nurse Harry.

"Better than last night," Dr. Cumberbatch told him. "Her vitals are holding steady, which is good."

"Do you know what she was upset about earlier?"

"She's a lot to be upset about right now," Dr. Cumberbatch sighed. "She doesn't want to be here, understandably so, and last night was probably the very last thing she needed to go through."

"No shit," Nurse Harry mumbled.

Dr. Cumberbatch chuckled. "We'll get her back on her feet."

Will you?

The next conversation I caught snippets from was a little later, and Nurse Louis had popped in to see how I was doing.

"It was frightening," I heard him say.

"I'm sure it was," Dr. Cumberbatch said.

"She couldn't wake up, like she was being held hostage somewhere within her mind. Something was hurting her," Nurse Louis shared with the older man.

"The mind can be a scary place," Dr. Cumberbatch sympathized.

If you saw just how scary my mind was, you'd see why it was the perfect spot to bring all my demons to life.

Their voices faded together as I dropped back to sleep. When I awoke next, my eyes sealed shut in a dazed trance, a soft touch was readjusting the blue blanket over my curled body.

"How long has she been asleep?"

Dr. Hiddleston!

"A couple hours," Dr. Cumberbatch said. "I'm going to let her sleep for a little while longer, see if she comes around herself, before waking her for lunch."

"Keep me updated," I heard Dr. Hiddleston say before my mind went black again and he disappeared. When I awoke next, Dr. Cumberbatch was calling my name. I groaned reluctantly.

"Luna," he said.

I didn't want to wake up to him. I wanted Dr. Hiddleston waking me, his arms embracing me closely.

"Luna," he tried again, and I felt the warm blanket over me get pulled aside. "Can you hear me, dove?"

I cracked my eyelids open.

Dr. Cumberbatch smiled softly at me. "Hey, there."

I tried closing my eyes again, but he stopped me, saying quickly, "Hey, no. Keep your eyes open for me, Luna."

"Why?" I mumbled.

"You need to eat something," he told me. "And, well, you can't eat lunch asleep."

I didn't have much of an appetite, too sleepy to want to do anything but slump back under my blanket. However, feeling Dr. Cumberbatch wouldn't take that as a valid exercise to skip out on a meal, I didn't protest.

"How do you feel?" he asked while he helped me sit up and began taking off the electrodes. I yawned, rubbing my eyes and said, "O-Okay."

"Okay?"