Adam was staring at the hospital room door marked 212. Around him doctors and nurses buzzed about, paying Alison and him no mind. He knew he should go in, but it felt wrong to intrude on her while she was in this condition.
“It’s not like she was in a car accident or tried to slit her throat, you know.” He turned and looked her at, hardly surprised that she knew exactly what was stopping him. “She popped some pills. Her condition isn’t the same as if she had slit her throat or wrists.”
As Alison went to sit in the waiting room of that floor, Adam pushed down the handle of the door and pushed it open. The smell of hospital had been present the entire time, but he had not noticed it until now. It was the look of a semi-catatonic Elizabeth in bed, hooked up to an IV, that made him suddenly aware of the sterility.
He closed the door behind him and took a few steps toward her bed. “Elizabeth?”
She didn’t respond right away, and Adam repeated her name. Slowly she turned from staring out the window to staring at him, her eyes slightly glassy and her look blank. He had been warned that they had had to administer a mild sedative to her to calm her down. Apparently she had woken up in a bit of a panicked fit.
After a moment her eyes seemed to focus on him, and her face showed some sense of recognition. He sat down, keeping a fair distance from her, though not consciously. “Look, Elizabeth… why?”
She spent a moment looking him over, then her face went from absolutely neutral to stony anger. “You made me do it. If you hadn’t left me, I wouldn’t have had to.” Adam wasn’t sure how to respond right away, and watched as her face shfited in to something much more vicious.