Blaise
The quiet sound of Blaise's frantic anxiety filled the suite with tension. He had fallen asleep three days previous holding Celia in his arms, peaceful and content for the first time in a long time, and awoke to a pale sleeping Celia. As the day continued, Celia didn't wake. More than one doctor had come and gone and all with the same conclusion... No determinate cause. Vitals are stable. She needs rest. Call if there are any changes.
Blaise sat in an armchair just outside the bedroom door and focused on connecting the mindlink with Celia but it was almost like she was shutting him out. He felt how weak she was and yet she seemed to be in a place of peace that he had never felt from her before. She was safe. She was his. So why won't she wake up? Three hard knocks came at the door
