[ That stops her. She glances at her phone, at the words on the screen, and then sends a single message: ]
I'm coming.
[ She's there twenty minutes later, coming through the door, marching down the hall towards his office. When she finds him, her mood is...unreadable. Her brow is furrowed and her eyes are wide and she's breathing like she should be alive and everything feels...too much. Again. ]
Jon.
[ What else does she say first? What does she say to him when he's been unconscious for days, possibly dead? ]
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Date: 2019-11-28 01:55 am (UTC)I'm coming.
[ She's there twenty minutes later, coming through the door, marching down the hall towards his office. When she finds him, her mood is...unreadable. Her brow is furrowed and her eyes are wide and she's breathing like she should be alive and everything feels...too much. Again. ]
Jon.
[ What else does she say first? What does she say to him when he's been unconscious for days, possibly dead? ]