[Wiping away at her tears with the back of her hand, she smears her make-up. Outside, the press is likely starting a feeding frenzy but she can't find it in herself to care what face she might end up plastering on the evening news. All that matters is here and now; being by his side, trying to bring him back to the land of the waking with little more than the hope in her heart.

She grips one of his hulking hands in both of her smaller ones, leaning down to kiss it as she shudders and tries to hold back her tears. Wake up. Please. Come back to me.

The heart monitor beeps on, failing to register a spike of any sort. Here they stay, trapped with naught but silence to keep them company. On the wall, time marches on as the clock's hands dance forward upon its face. Soon enough, a knock snaps Une out of her catatonia as a nurse sweeps into the room.

Visiting hours are over, ma'am. It's time to go.

Is it? If it were up to Une, she'd have him moved to her estate, bring in the best doctors to care for him while making sure he never left her side. But right now, that isn't possible. The press would raise a fuss and make transport downright impossible.]

Right. I suppose I'll return in the morning.

[It pains her to let his hand go as she rises from her seat, walking to the door in a daze. She doesn't remember getting home or falling asleep. Did she go back to the hotel or to her residence? Does it matter? She moves through the world with blinders on, letting the hours blur until she's back at his bedside.

When she returns in the morning, she has a book under her arm, one of many they purchased on their little date: The Complete Robot. He'd laughed when she'd taken it off the shelf. Right now, she'd give anything to hear him laugh again.]

I miss you.

[The back of her hand caresses his mask as she opens the book onto her lap.]

Thought I'd do some reading today. Maybe give you something good to dream about.