The hollowness was still inside me, from my stomach along my heart to my throat.
As if I could vomit it out, but there it was, stuck and clogging every organ I needed to live, turning me into a walking corpse.
I cried into my palms, wanting it to go away.
"Now it's okay," Dr. Lawrence said softly, and the next moment, Henry was beside me, pulling me into a sitting position and holding me.
He whispered in my ear while patting my back.
"You are all right. You are all right now."
"Mhm." I said, nearly getting myself back under control before I suddenly started crying again.
It was a fucking arduous task to calm me down, but Henry did so patiently.
It was good that he was here. Although everything felt more heartbreaking most of the time, when you had an actual shoulder to cry on, it was good... it was so fucking good to have him by my side.
