~ NYSSA
Evelyn sat in the waiting room of the hospital, her legs crossed underneath her and her hands hanging limp by her side.
She did not acknowledge my presence as I approached, neither did she look up from the blank wall that she was staring at.
Her hands were stained with blood as were her clothes, neck and face. A pack of wipes lay next to her but she did not move to touch them or even wipe herself off. She looked a mess, but more than anything, she looked fucking broken.
She sat like a statue; not speaking and barely breathing. I could not blame her, I was the same when I found out that my parents had died. I couldn't do a single thing. I sat in their room for three days until I was pulled out just to attend their funeral.
"Hey," I said softly as I lowered myself to her side. "Is it okay if I stay here?'
She still did not move.
