She trembled when he heard his voice, she wasn't expecting him, and she jumped when she heard his voice. It was all just too much. This pain, this fear, this uncertainty of it all. Was she sane? She didn't know. Broken, perhaps? Perhaps.
"Are you hurt," he asked from behind her.
With tears threatening to fall, she straightens her back as much as possible, so as not to slouch where she stood.
"I'm not," she whimpered, hating that she sounded so vulnerable. She took a long and uneven breath, and shook her head. This was difficult. "I just, time....I need some time. I just need a little time."
"It's alright," he said, placing a strong hand on her shoulder. "I'm right here."
A few moments go by, and she hears the blood rushing through her body, and she looks to the ceiling, unable to speak, but wondering, if giving up would make her existence go by smoother, as she felt the weight of his hand on her shoulder.