[ They had told him about the white eyes and the floating and the blood, but he still isn't prepared when Max opens her eyes and there's nothing there but a white film. he feels his heart plummet to the ground, Lucas's tearful recounting of those last few moments echoing back in his mind. He grabs her hand with his other, as if that will somehow reassure her that he's there more than just one could.]

It's okay. [p It's not okay. None of this is okay. Max should be staring back at him with those deep blue and sharp eyes. The ones that have always seemed to see right through him to an unnerving degree. Instead, she doesn't even sound like herself. Her voice is small and faint, two things that have never been used to describe Max Mayfield. He swallows thickly, hoping the nurse will get her ass down there soon. ] I'm here. Lucas and El have been, but they went to shower and sleep. We've been waiting... [ For what? For this? It's still a miracle, even if she cant' see. At least she's here. ] You're in the hospital. A nurse is coming okay?