A Mind In Fragments

Maria sat curled in the corner of the room, her knees drawn to her chest, arms wrapped tightly around them. Her face was pale, streaked with dried tears. 

She didn't even look up as a shadow moved over her and Bellamy knelt beside her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.

"He's not waking up." She whispered, her eyes fixed on the man on the bed across from her. "Three days, Bellamy. Three whole days."

Bellamy pulled her into his arms, letting her bury her face against his chest. "I know." He murmured.

"He didn't even stir when the healers came to check up on him. Not even when they used more berry powder. When they tried to wake him up. What if—" Her voice caught, and she swallowed a sob. "What if he never opens his eyes again?"

Bellamy tightened his embrace. "Don't say that."