"Don't," is about all Greta can manage in between gasps, but they're not listening to her. What happens if they actually get him out of the room? Will they be separated? The thought terrifies her, though some not-so-distant part of her knows she's being ridiculous. None of this is real. They'll both wake up soon enough, and everything will be fine.
But it feels real. The pain in her side is sharp and insistent, and she doesn't want to be alone, and dream-strangers don't count.
And then the scene changes again, though not as much as it could. She's on a more comfortable sort of bed and dressed in a hospital gown - she recognizes that much from when she and Jay brought Tim in. The cacophony of the operating room is gone, replaced by only a faint, rhythmic beeping. Greta cautiously pushes herself upright with a wince. Her side still aches, but when she gives it an exploratory prod, she can feel a thick pad covering the wound.
Well, that's something.
"... Balladeer?" she hazards. The door's ajar, and there are people moving about in the hall; she just doesn't know if he's one of them. "Balladeer!" she says again, louder this time.
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But it feels real. The pain in her side is sharp and insistent, and she doesn't want to be alone, and dream-strangers don't count.
And then the scene changes again, though not as much as it could. She's on a more comfortable sort of bed and dressed in a hospital gown - she recognizes that much from when she and Jay brought Tim in. The cacophony of the operating room is gone, replaced by only a faint, rhythmic beeping. Greta cautiously pushes herself upright with a wince. Her side still aches, but when she gives it an exploratory prod, she can feel a thick pad covering the wound.
Well, that's something.
"... Balladeer?" she hazards. The door's ajar, and there are people moving about in the hall; she just doesn't know if he's one of them. "Balladeer!" she says again, louder this time.