" I have no idea, do you like unicorns? That might explain why, but dreams are just weird and rarely explainable. "

"Nope, leavethat to my little sister thank you very much. Much as o like horses, unicorns are just a bit much for me. Espeocally after my sister dressed up as one for halloween and so did all of her friends. Then they al rushed me for andy.,"and

" I am sorry to ask but.. what is Halloween? I never really get to celebrate holidays, as I never learned what they were and was embarrassed about it. "

Revilla looked down, her dark hair hung in front of her face while she listened to the nurse. She nodded slowly, and didn't dare look into the room for her own sake.
"I- Thank you for telling me. Please send someone for me when he's stable." She said without much emotion to her voice, as she was mentally processing everything going on. She didn't say anything else, walking over to a waiting room a couple rooms over. She sat on a chair, bringing her knees to her chest.
If I loose him, I don't want to be here anymore. Please Evan, hold on, just for me? I promise I'll be normal. I promise I'll be there for you whenever I get the chance. I-I promise I'll never stop loving you. I can't do this without you... She begged in her mind, shaking still. Suddenly, her mind went a bit dark.
I'll kill them. Those people who did this. She thought, her mind believing the lie the intercom told earlier.

Time seemed to just tick a little slower then normal, as if the whole world just stopped for a second before continuing. It was a few hours before the doctor, and the other nurse with her left. It was another 30 minutes before the nurse who had spoken to Revilla earlier came out of there, pushing a cart covered in bloodied rags and many other things to a different room. Later, the same nurse went over to Revilla and said, " You can come see him now, but he isn't awake. " The nurse explained as softly as possible, putting on a forced smile.

Revilla hasn't moved once since she sat in the chair. Her stomach felt sick, and not even close to hungry. She looked up every time she saw someone come out of the room Evan was being stitched up in. Her thoughts drifted back and forth between many things, some thoughts were angry and irrational, some were anxious, and then some were sad.
Revilla jumped when she heard the nurse, having been lost inside her mind. She gave another slow nod.
"Thank you." Was all she said, as she waited to be shown what room he was put in for recovery.

The nurse turned and said, " Follow me. " Before heading off towards one of the signs that said "Intensive Care Unit". It was almost like a normal hospital building, yet it was smaller and instead of smelling like the normal hospital, the smells were of flowers and gardens. This camp was truly high class. Soon, they were at room 8. The door was slightly ajar but not completely open. " Alright, Mr. Darling is in here. We will be checking on him often so don't be frightened if people are coming in and out of this room alright? "

Revilla followed silently, taking in the scents of the hospital. It didn't smell like Bluefield, it smelled fresher. She looked at the door label, and then looked to the nurse. She nodded, putting a hand on the doorknob to push it open more.
"Thank you. Again." Her voice was monotone, and for a moment, she was too scared to even look at him. She just stared at the ground. She swallowed quietly, and forced herself to walk over to where he laid.

Evan was on an IV, oxygen mask, and heart monitor, his body clearly battered badly in some areas. The hospital gown he was wearing already had been marked by his blood in some areas, and one of his wrists were broken. It was painfully clear he had fought back against his attacker by the bruise on his jaw, but most interesting of all was his visible scarring. Though mostly covered up by the medical gown, his neck and left side of his face had scarring. It didn't take away from his looks, but they didn't look pretty either. The one on the left side of his face had stemmed from above his eye, down to his jaw in a ragged style, while some other scars were cigarette burns and stab wounds.

Revilla looked. She took in all the details, and tears instantly poured down her face. She sat back on a chair, covering her face and sobbing into her hands. She suddenly knew, that those scars were from someone else. She couldn't help but to connect some dots. Evan has talked about his mother. But never his father. She couldn't know for sure unless he told her himself, but she started crying harder at the thought of him dying like this.
"Why didn't you tell me..?" She said quietly with heaving breaths. Her head pounded with a headache, the strain on her mind already taking action. She stood up and kneeled by the side of his bed, burying her face into the mattress by his side. "Please wake up. I can't do anything without you..." She pleaded into the mattress, her words muffled.