Close enough to flat-line twice on my table, but we were able to push through it.
I can’t lose her, Olivia. Caroline can’t lose her.
"Like someone hit me with an eighteen-wheeler." She deadpanned, hoping to make him laugh before he asked the question she knew was coming, and was subsequently dreading.
"I was going to think you were going to say twenty, so that’s a pleasant surprise," he tried to give her a smile, but it just looked forced. "You’re rocking the hospital gown look, though," he told her, attempting some more humor before his lips flattened into a thin line, obviously worried.
I’m a little bit busy with trying to save lives right now, what is it?
How close was she?
What are you saying, Stefan?
I’m saying that she should take some time off from here.
Sadie gave Stefan a genuine smile as he entered her room, whispering “Hiya, Stef.” as loudly as she could. “It’s good to see you.” And it was. Sadie had missed having him around- or, at least, normal him around.
"It’s good to see you too," Stefan returned her smile, sitting in a chair next to her hospital bed. He wouldn’t ask what had happened yet—he knew the lot of it and that was enough. "How are you feeling?"
How’d that go?
She looked broken.
I don’t think that this is the best place for her.
I thought you might…
Never mind. I’ll go. See ya.
No—that didn’t apply to you.
I went to see Sadie.
A second hand reaches up to join the first at his question, her expression growing soft as she looks at the man that knew her better than she knew herself. “I truly do,” she promised in a hushed whisper, a warm smile spreading across her cheeks.
"I don’t think that’s possible, Broody."
"And that’s more than enough for me," he let out a genuine laugh, touching his forehead to hers for a moment before pulling back slightly, although he still kept himself close to her.
"It is entirely possible. Don’t fight me on this one, Forbes."