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Bea found herself frozen outside the door to the room, feeling a sensation close to what might be called fear. It wasn't until Christine came out and threw her arms tightly around her slender frame did Bea finally snap back into reality, offering the woman a lopsided vague smile. The familiarity of her best friend's mother's voice seemed to comfort her in the slightest, and she swallowed the nervous lump in her throat, gesturing to Lexy's still body. "She's alright?" she nodded as if answering her own question. She didn't want to face the fact that her best friend was in a coma right before her eyes, with the risk of not waking up.

Bea finally mustered up the courage to walk into the room, strides slow, eyes glued to the patient's bed. She wrapped her arms about herself and looked around after a moment, compressing her lips and licking them before her gaze fell onto Rob. She didn't speak a word and it was obvious that the emotions building up inside of her wished to overflow in tears, but her face was serious, no sign of damp eyes; the only thing that gave her feelings away was the obviousness of her muscles being tensed.