"You're all cleared," The doctor's voice rang through an empty laboratory. Elliot sat there, his back bare to the cold air that shot out of the air conditioners. His eyes half-lidded, he was tired, so extremely tired…
His hands reached up to cup his face, fingers digging into loose strands of wild, unkempt hair.
"I feel sick…" he muttered, his voice muffled through his hands.
The doctor watched him with pity in his eyes, his hand pulling the notepad closer to his person, his lab coat scrunched in between before saying,
"You've been asleep for many days. We were starting to believe you'd never wake."
Elliot raised his head, his brown hair now covering his nape from how much it had grown over the past few days. The look in his eyes—finally up after so long—caused the doctor to hesitate.
