'What time is it? Show, show me your watch.' She steps forward and makes a grab for his wrist.
‘No...no, no - it’s broken...’
She won't be deterred, exerting her strength to tug his sleeve up and hold his watch up to the light. Yes, of course. She scoffs under her breath. 'It's 9:06.'
Memories, trickling like ice water down her spine.
'It's always 9:06.' She looks back and forth between Keats and Gene, tears of frustration rising again. 'That was the time in my hospital room...'
‘Alex-’
Keats sounds desperate to get her attention.
'That was the time...' She can't get the words out.
‘No, look...’
'That was the time...' She's backing away from both of them now. Trying to hold onto her reason, even as it tears her apart inside.
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‘No...no, no - it’s broken...’
She won't be deterred, exerting her strength to tug his sleeve up and hold his watch up to the light. Yes, of course. She scoffs under her breath. 'It's 9:06.'
Memories, trickling like ice water down her spine.
'It's always 9:06.' She looks back and forth between Keats and Gene, tears of frustration rising again. 'That was the time in my hospital room...'
‘Alex-’
Keats sounds desperate to get her attention.
'That was the time...' She can't get the words out.
‘No, look...’
'That was the time...' She's backing away from both of them now. Trying to hold onto her reason, even as it tears her apart inside.
‘Look, Alex, I...’