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Remy put her face in her hands, sleeplessness taking it's toll on her body. She had been sitting in the couch across from Hal's bed for days. Some people would come and check on him and leave, but Remy stayed.
The doctors would advise her to sleep, but she just kept her ring charged and on her so she doesn't feel the fatigue and tiredness - but her ring battery was low so she was in her normal clothes currently.
It had been about a few weeks since Hal came back from the Sinestro Corps and he still hasn't woken up. The doctors told her that he was fine and there was nothing to worry about, but she was still worried for his well-being.
Rubbing her eyes, Remy pulled the jacket closer to her body, the warmth of the bomber jacket proving to help against the cold room.
The door opened, John entering through as he smiled at Remy - he had two cups in his hands. Remy nodded in acknowledgment, not enough energy in her body to give a verbal greeting. John closed the door behind him, his eyes going to Hal immediately.
"Has he gotten any better?" John asked.
John had been coming as frequently as he could, but with the Green Lantern's heavy hitter out of the picture, John filled his spot for the time being and they were short on Green Lanterns to spend on the relief effort. The yellow lanterns have been quite aggressive since Hal had been in Oa and the Guardian's are in need.
The dark haired girl shook her head, taking the cup that he was offering. She sighed, running her hand through her hair. It had been a long week for her, but the Guardians are sending to less mission than before, which she was very thankful for.
John took a seat next to her, sipping on the coffee from the cafeteria. They presumed it was coffee, it tasted different from normal coffee, but the caffeine was evident in it.
"How have you been, Remy?" John turned to her, worry in his face as he drank his coffee. Remy tore her eyes away from Hal's unconscious figure to look at the man beside her.
She didn't say anything, her eyes going to the coffee as she sipped at it. John exhaled softly, not wanting one of his friends to beat herself up about this, but he knew there wasn't any use - she was about as stubborn as Hal himself.
After a few moments, John placed the cup on the counter, standing up. Remy's eyes followed his retreating form. Before he exited the room, he turned back to Remy, his lips pressed into a thin line.
"Just... get some rest, alright?" John advised, his eyebrow raised. Remy nodded slowly, brushing off the advise as she had countless times in the past weeks.
Sighing, John left Remy in the hospital with Hal, off to go see the Guardians once again. Remy looked back at Hal, his chest slowly rising and lowering slowly. He looked peaceful.
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"Remy, you have been here for weeks, sleep." John demanded, seeing the bags under her eyes starting to become darker. Remy brushed him off with a wave of her hand, crossing her legs under her body, a mug in hand.
