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Bright lights hummed overhead. The hallway was still. Only the occasional squeak of nurses' shoes broke the silence.
Lucy stood at the front desk, her badge clipped to her chest, hands curled into fists. Rain clung to her jacket. Her chest heaved with shallow, angry breaths.
Behind the counter, the nurse glanced at the screen again, brows pinching.
I'm sorry. You're not listed."
Lucy blinked.
What?"
His emergency contact is... Isabel Bradford."
The words barely landed before Lucy turned and walked away.
Her boots hit the tile too hard. The hallway blurred. A sting lit behind her eyes, but she didn't let it fall. She passed a sign pointing toward the waiting room. She kept walking. Fast. Straight past it.
A heavy door clicked shut behind her.
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Tim's face was pale under the fluorescent light, bruised around the temple. An oxygen tube pressed across his cheek. His hand twitched once.
A chair creaked beside the bed.
Isabel leaned forward, elbows on her knees, still in the jacket she threw on when the call came. Her phone buzzed in her pocket. She didn't check it.
Tim stirred. His eyes fluttered open — dazed, unfocused.
He scanned the room. His voice rasped out, rough.
Lucy?"
No one answered.
His eyes landed on Isabel.
She stood slowly. Smiled faintly. Said something quiet he didn't catch.
Tim blinked again. His breathing shifted. Chest rising faster now. He looked past her — to the doorway, to the chair in the corner, to the space by his bed.
Empty.
He swallowed hard.
Turned his head away.
And didn't speak again.
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The door clicked shut behind her. She didn't turn the lights on.
Her keys dropped onto the table with a hollow clatter. Jacket hit the floor. Boots followed.
She sank down onto the carpet by the couch, legs folding underneath her. Her arms wrapped tight around herself.
The silence rang louder than the hospital had.
The name *Isabel* pulsed behind her eyes. Over and over.
She pulled her phone out, stared at the lock screen.
She didn't unlock it.
She didn't cry.
She just sat there, still, in the dark.
———
The lock turned softly.
Tim didn't move from the couch. He sat hunched forward, one hand pressed to his side, the other resting limp on his knee. Shadows from the window striped the floor. The TV was on but silent.
Lucy stepped in, keys still in hand. She paused in the doorway. Her face was blank, unreadable. No makeup. No uniform. Just a hoodie and eyes that hadn't slept.
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Tim + Lucy Oneshots
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