a light that was long gone still burning strong/you were sitting, your fingers like fuses [Henry]
They've let Henry into her room. This is a thing that seems like it should be an improvement--and it is--but in Liz's state of rapidly spiraling paranoia, she's decided this means they're never ever ever letting her out of the hospital and eventually her scrubs are going to bond to her skin.
It's fairly likely that isn't true.
Either way, Liz thumbs idly through Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintainence and watches approximately 50 zillion different nutrients (hopefully) filter into her blood through a needle as big around as Roger's arm. She's waiting for Henry to get back from...whereever.
((For Henry, but also openish. :3))
It's fairly likely that isn't true.
Either way, Liz thumbs idly through Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintainence and watches approximately 50 zillion different nutrients (hopefully) filter into her blood through a needle as big around as Roger's arm. She's waiting for Henry to get back from...whereever.
((For Henry, but also openish. :3))