[ Three hours. Those are three very long, hard hours. She knows he must be alright - must be, if the other replies she can see and hear are any indication - but it's nerve wracking nonetheless. She wants to be able to touch his face, feel the warmth and realness of him. Then she'll actually believe he's okay.
So the instant he replies she's there, still concerned and by now a little fraught. She doesn't smile, but her voice is gentle. ]
[voice]
So the instant he replies she's there, still concerned and by now a little fraught. She doesn't smile, but her voice is gentle. ]
Why don't I come to you?