Monday, July 23, 2012
In the darkest hours of the night, Tori sits with Tannr. The love seat is pulled as close to the bed as it can get, her head next to his on the pillow. She would have crawled right in the bed if she wasnt so afraid of hurting him further. Rowan was hesitant in her prognosis, still hopeful but she had said she had never seen anyone lose that much blood and still be alive. It was a miracle that he had survived the surgery.
Tori sighs and sits up. She runs her hand over Tannrs forehead and through the long copper strands. Suddenly she hears the bedroom door open. Tara enters, her bare feet silent on the wood floor, carrying her doll in a matching long nightgown. She pauses at the edge of the bed then looks up at Tori through her dark hair, a gesture so much like her fathers that Tori smiles for the first time in days.
Alise had told her how Tara seemed to know that Tannr was hurt and how extreme her reaction was until Raina came to help.
“Come here you...” and Tori lifts the little girl into her lap. “Cant sleep?”
Tara shakes her head and Tori smooths the dark hair away from her face. She notices the dark circles under the little ones eyes and the haunted look on her face, knowing she must look much the same.
“We'll just wait right here until he wakes up, okay?”
Later Stoney wanders in, in search of his daughter. He smiles to see her curled up with his sister, the pair seeming to find some comfort in each other while keeping their vigil.