The weather hasn’t let up, even when I wish it would. The clouds are heavy and dark and stagnant, unmoving through the skies and blocking the sun for what feels like a week, maybe more. Having Celine here is a beacon of light in itself, but there’s far too much going on for me to see her as much as I would prefer.
I drag myself to the hospital, wearing the laziest set of sweatpants and a hoodie. I tied up my long, fair hair, letting it hang off my neck in a ball or a nest; I don’t care of the appearance at this rate. I lurch myself to the top floor, leaning forward against the glass to peer into Reese’s room. He’s hardly awake anymore.
Just like today, he still breathes through a machine, several others beeping stagnantly. I’ve built new programs, hired speciali
