Footsteps were heard from the end of the room and Audra quickly hid her face again; she didn't want to interact or talk to anyone.
Audra waited and waited until the footsteps grew closer and stopped right in front of her. She noticed his dirt and blood covered shoes. She knew those shows. Shoes that were fancy enough without dirt that she could recognize them even in her dreams.
"How are you?" Nicole's voice was barely above a whisper, tired and broken. Audra didn't reply to him, her head still on her hands.
"She still hasn't gained consciousness?" It was a question or a statement she didn't know.
"Leave" Audra whispered under her breath, not even giving him enough of a chance to speak or explain.
"Audra," he repeated again.
