There were so many questions going through his mind right then. Where was Tyrell? Had he been the one who called Angela? How did he even know to call her in the first place? And why did she seem so calm about all of this?
Mouth parched, he didn’t hesitate to take a few sips from the water. “Hurts. What happened?” The answer to that was in part fairly obvious: Tyrell had shot him, had gotten him help (probably from the Dark Army, who had access to underground doctors), then someone had brought him back here. It was Angela’s part in this that he couldn’t figure out. “How did you know?” The last time he’d seen her, she’d been ready to turn herself in. He wanted to believe that she wasn’t doing this as an undercover thing for the FBI, which if she were still didn’t explain how she’d learned that something had happened to him. Had the Dark Army gotten to her first?
“What happened after I left you on the train?”
when he takes the cup, her hand reaches out to push back his hair carefully, her sweet calm smile playing along her familiar pink tiers. “hey, slow your roll, alright. everything’s going to be fine, i promise,” angela assures her friend, smile beaming now. “i’m just happy you’re alive.”
her eyes flicker over his features & she’s just grinning. “it doesn’t matter how i know, elliot. all that matters is that we’re here together.” there’s a little chuckle as she takes the cup back & sets it aside, sighing out. it all made so much sense now. the doors locked. & elliot was the key. he had always been the key. he had always been in her hand. her palm slides against his now.
“something beautiful, elliot,” she sighs out now, her heart hammering. but she visibly recoils now, as if an interior leash is being yanked back. she sits up straight, gaze flickering back & forth as she remembers her place. she has to mind her place. a slow breath inwards. a glance back towards him as she blinks & exhales out. she counts to ten. “you need to eat something.”