Ashes ashes, they all fall down

“Well, it clearly happened” she said with tears in he reyes, she wasn’t even mad at the warden she was just miserable at the thought of something happening to her lover. “If this is a cranial traumatism there is little that I can do than to be by his side until he does wake up…if he does wake up” she said, tears flooding her eyes “Help me to move him to the couch in my studio, be careful and avoid sharp movements” she said as she guided them towards her office “Here he will be more comfortable, plus likely he will experience photophobia and feel terrible if he awakens in somewhere as crowded as this place.

Once the wardens left she started to cry, sitting down next to Vincent and praying without stop to the maker, begging that he would wake up and that the damage wouldn’t be very lasting. Hours passed and she kept crying and praying until her voice creaked and the night arrived.