Shinji doesn't know how long he'd been sitting (waiting) beside the hospital bed. Long enough to get tired. His elbows dig into the edge of the mattress, head turned away from the patient, staring at the black door. How long has it been like that? It's when his chin suddenly dips that Shinji jolts out of his half-dreams and sees the reality: The door is white, not black. With a silver handle that's not been broken off.
It's a quiet place, this room. Noise drowned into an indistinguishable murmur between white walls and faraway realities. It's not peaceful, just void. If he opens the door, will someone or something be there?
Kaworu sleeps.
Should that be strange? Somehow, but Shinji doesn't have the energy to wade through the muddy black space inside his head to seek an answer. It's so much more comfortable to wait. It could be that Shinji is waiting for nothing, but that's fine. He's alone, but Kaworu is also there. Even if he never wakes and Shinji doesn't hear or say a single word ever again, that's fine too. Because Shinji isn't really alone. Isn't he?
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Date: 2009-10-22 02:21 am (UTC)It's a quiet place, this room. Noise drowned into an indistinguishable murmur between white walls and faraway realities. It's not peaceful, just void. If he opens the door, will someone or something be there?
Kaworu sleeps.
Should that be strange? Somehow, but Shinji doesn't have the energy to wade through the muddy black space inside his head to seek an answer. It's so much more comfortable to wait. It could be that Shinji is waiting for nothing, but that's fine. He's alone, but Kaworu is also there. Even if he never wakes and Shinji doesn't hear or say a single word ever again, that's fine too. Because Shinji isn't really alone. Isn't he?
His chin slowly dips...
The door is black again.