Date: 2021-07-10 05:06 pm (UTC)
formersurgeon: (grief)
He goes quiet, and Joan can just barely hear his breath, slow and soft. She smiles sadly, missing him so much. She waits, listening to him breathe, making sure that he's asleep before she hangs up.

"I love you," she whispers once more, hoping his subconscious hears her.

She ends the call, then presses the phone to her chest, staring up at the ceiling, her heart aching.
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