"Come on, honey."
Salem jumps the next morning, immediately lifting up his head and glancing around the room in confusion. It only takes a few seconds for the memories to come back to him, and then he's just sad.
His eyes land on Natalia, standing by the curtain.
Salem is still holding Atlas' hand, previously in the exact same position where he originally fell asleep. Unfortunately, Atlas himself still appears to be unconscious. At least his vitals look stable.
"Huh?" Salem says eloquently, not letting go of Atlas but rubbing his eyes with his other hand. He's still waking up, trying to figure out what's going on. He takes note of several other nurses in the room. He's surprised they aren't kicking him out. Maybe Natalia talked to them about allowing him visitation?
