In the wee hours | RP with doctortara
"Dr Browne?"
Riley snapped his head up and found one of the night nurses standing there holding out a mug of coffee to him. He quickly glanced at his watch, which told him it was three thirty in the morning. He must've fallen into a light sleep with his head in his hand, but not enough to be roused at his name. He accepted the coffee with a grateful, tired smile. "Thanks. You must be a mind reader."
"Actually, Dr Brennan-Campbell would be that," the nurse said with a sympathetic smile of her own. "We just took her obs and mentioned you were out here. She's asked if you would come in to sit with her."
Riley glanced up the hallway towards Tara's room and gave his head a slight shake. "Oh... no, it's okay. I'm okay here. I don't want to intrude on them. They need their rest."
Another smile. "She said you would say that. If it's any consolation, her husband is sleeping and she said she'd like the company."
"He's sleeping?" Riley asked, unable to stop the slight, relieved sigh.
"For the moment. He's not had a very good night. She would really like your company, Dr Browne," she insisted.
Riley stood up and nodded, making sure not to spill the coffee. "Sure, of course," he agreed quietly and made his way towards Tara's room. She was alone in the bed this time, with Lachlan asleep and wrapped in a hospital blanket on a recliner chair beside her bed. Riley went in quietly, moving to the otherside of her bed and pulling up a chair. "Tara, I... I'm so sorry," he whispered, taking her hand and kissing it.
Riley snapped his head up and found one of the night nurses standing there holding out a mug of coffee to him. He quickly glanced at his watch, which told him it was three thirty in the morning. He must've fallen into a light sleep with his head in his hand, but not enough to be roused at his name. He accepted the coffee with a grateful, tired smile. "Thanks. You must be a mind reader."
"Actually, Dr Brennan-Campbell would be that," the nurse said with a sympathetic smile of her own. "We just took her obs and mentioned you were out here. She's asked if you would come in to sit with her."
Riley glanced up the hallway towards Tara's room and gave his head a slight shake. "Oh... no, it's okay. I'm okay here. I don't want to intrude on them. They need their rest."
Another smile. "She said you would say that. If it's any consolation, her husband is sleeping and she said she'd like the company."
"He's sleeping?" Riley asked, unable to stop the slight, relieved sigh.
"For the moment. He's not had a very good night. She would really like your company, Dr Browne," she insisted.
Riley stood up and nodded, making sure not to spill the coffee. "Sure, of course," he agreed quietly and made his way towards Tara's room. She was alone in the bed this time, with Lachlan asleep and wrapped in a hospital blanket on a recliner chair beside her bed. Riley went in quietly, moving to the otherside of her bed and pulling up a chair. "Tara, I... I'm so sorry," he whispered, taking her hand and kissing it.