(The dream had taken on some nightmarish quality now; Elias could feel a ball of tension in his chest, Irene’s panic seeping into him. It felt like there was no escape; that neither of them would make it out of there alive.)
In the hospital, the tension in his chest cracked open when he saw the flutter of her eyelids. His breath stopped, almost lurching out his chair at her bedside in fear or wonder or shock. He was worried: that he was delusional; that she was awake but something was wrong; that this was going to be a moment of devastation, a last burst of terror before the end.
“Irene?” he said urgently, conscious of her rapid breaths in the bed. He leant forwards, cautiously – ever so gently, in case she flinched from it – put his hand on her arm, hoping that she would loosen her fists and feel that it was all alright now, even though he wasn’t sure if it was. “Irene,” he said again, because her eyes were open, and relief flooded through his ribs, and hoarsely out of his throat – because this wasn’t the end, she hadn’t died, she was still here. “Can you – hear me?”
In the hospital, the tension in his chest cracked open when he saw the flutter of her eyelids. His breath stopped, almost lurching out his chair at her bedside in fear or wonder or shock. He was worried: that he was delusional; that she was awake but something was wrong; that this was going to be a moment of devastation, a last burst of terror before the end.
“Irene?” he said urgently, conscious of her rapid breaths in the bed. He leant forwards, cautiously – ever so gently, in case she flinched from it – put his hand on her arm, hoping that she would loosen her fists and feel that it was all alright now, even though he wasn’t sure if it was. “Irene,” he said again, because her eyes were open, and relief flooded through his ribs, and hoarsely out of his throat – because this wasn’t the end, she hadn’t died, she was still here. “Can you – hear me?”
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