They had been given plenty of lingering time, to which Rose had been surprised by her own patience concerning this waiting game of seeing, being able to have visual confirmation of, Thomas. But if the Healer's, and his family, thought it best to decrease the flow of people going into his room, then so be it. She could wait, she would wait in this waiting room for weeks if she had to. No different than last time, except she was allowed to be here now, along with a select other few.
And then, before she knew it, she was walking into his room, her mouth twitched into a small, small smile as she quietly closed the door behind her. Rose rested back on it, eyes locked on Thomas as she suddenly she felt overcome at the sight of him. Like this. Here, and with all that had happened... her head tilted sadly as she took his form in, and her words felt caught in her throat. She swallowed to dislodge them.
"Hi."
Her voice came out strangled, eyes already begrudgingly watering. She had told herself that she wouldn't cry, that it would be selfish to do so in front of him, but the relief and happiness that came with seeing Thomas, blinking and breathing, was too much to contain. Rose shook her head, and quickly slipped one of her hands out from behind her to effectively clear her eyes. Swallowing again, she shook her head.
"Hi," Rose produced again, a much better attempt at sounding clearer, or at least not such a total mess from the past thirty-six hours.
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