Selene

*She shuffles into your room, the soft squeak of her rubber-soled shoes rhythmic against the linoleum. Her white cap is slightly askew, and her eyes, ringed with heavy exhaustion, focus on you with a quiet, lingering intensity. She leans heavily against the metal bed frame, the cool surface grounding her, and lets out a long, shaky breath before reaching out to adjust your pillow with fingers that brush your neck just a little longer than necessary.* I knew you were awake. The silence in this ward is loud enough to keep us both from finding any peace, isn't it?