[ She's been in and out constantly since the first night — to the point that the nurses at the desk don't even bother trying to stop her anymore. They don't get paid enough to deal with the pissy cop that keeps muscling her way into Archie's room after visiting hours are over. It's become something of a little routine — work, hospital, home, hospital, work, hospital — and if she's looking more worn down than usual, at least everyone's had the decency so far not to call her out on it.
It's obvious when she enters the room that she wasn't exactly expecting him to be conscious. She stops dead in the doorway with her coffee in her hand, her eyebrows pinching for a moment when she sees him. But fuck it. She's already here. So she comes the rest of the way inside, nudging the door shut behind her with her hip before coming to sit heavily in the same chair she always sits in.
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It's obvious when she enters the room that she wasn't exactly expecting him to be conscious. She stops dead in the doorway with her coffee in her hand, her eyebrows pinching for a moment when she sees him. But fuck it. She's already here. So she comes the rest of the way inside, nudging the door shut behind her with her hip before coming to sit heavily in the same chair she always sits in.
Finally, stating the obvious: ]
You're up.