It has been a week since Laurel's death. A week has passed since Electra has neither seen Anders nor heard anything from him.
She’s lying on the gurney, staring up at the white ceiling above her as she waits for the nurse. She'll be discharged today. She woke up the next day to find herself on the hospital bed after she had fainted that day. And she has been confined to this bed since that time.
Electra had asked the nurse if Anders had come to see her in her unconscious state. Her guess was as good as the nurse's response; no, of course he wouldn't.
He didn't go to help her after she crashed to the ground. She can swear he didn't even spare her a glance, even after hearing the thud sound her body made as it connected with the floor.
If only he knew. It makes her wonder if it'll change
