Casey sat in the hospital waiting room, elbows on her knees and face in her hands. She felt burned out from the inside. Numb. Fried like an old light bulb.
Sunshine and Emma-Geddon sat with her. Neither of them said a word, which was just as well. Casey felt incapable of holding even the simplest of conversations right now.
Or perhaps they had spoken, several times, and Casey simply hadn't heard them.
She couldn't be sure of anything. What few thoughts she held long enough to notice were tangled up and confused, misty like a bad dream half-remembered.
Casey sat. And waited. And breathed.
At some point, she became distantly aware Miranda Dallas had entered the waiting room, escorted by her assistant Raye. And Grayson.
"Is there any word yet?" Miranda asked.
Emma-Geddon shook her he
