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There was a lot of white noise buzzing around her. Kobe sat in the center chair of the waiting room, legs pulled up off the ground and perched on the seat, her arms being used as a pillow. Jonas' mother and sister were around, probably talking to her mother, or father, or one of her cousins. It didn't matter. Kobe didn't want to talk to them, she didn't want to talk to Jonas' friends, she didn't want to talk to the nurses who provided blankets and no news. She just wanted to talk to her husband, she wanted to hear Jonas' voice. That was the only thing that could knock her out of the stupor she had been in for twelve days.

First she'd been in hysterics, and while Kobe couldn't figure out how she got out of that madness (she had a feeling the healer staff put something in one of her drinks), it was all her mind could manage. No thoughts stayed in her head for more than a second, and she couldn't focus on anything other than her husband. Hysterics had slowly made their way into calm, almost accepting state, where she was thanking his family and friends for being so supportive, and was actually optimistic about things.

Now, though, as they were nearing two weeks of her husband being completely unresponsive, Kobe felt like she was going to be sitting here forever, in this uncomfortable chair, without ever getting to hear Jonas' voice again.

"He's asking for you, Mrs. Ackerly? Can you hear me?"

Kobe blinked, not having heard or seen the nurse that was standing in front of her. Who was asking---Her eyes widened as the information began to sink in. He was asking for her---Jonas was asking for her? Kobe's mouth kept itself in a tight line, unsure if she wanted to get excited before she could see him for himself, and thankfully the nurse ushered her away before the rest of the waiting room mob could figure out what was going on. Her steps to the room were all too familiar; she'd come down this corridor at least ten times an hour. The light of his room was as always, and Kobe followed the nurse in but didn't make it very far into the room.

"Oh---" she let out as her gaze fell on Jonas. His eyes were open, he was looking around---she gasped when he looked at her, "Oh---" Kobe couldn't make another sound as tears began to pour from her eyes and she hurled herself toward the bed, dropping into the seat that she'd settled by his bedside to keep a constant vigil.