At some point she sits level to him, on the floor, not caring and not thinking about anything at all. She's angry, and distraught, and exhausted. There is nothing left for her at home, and all she has left is here.

Here, where her fingers curl at his collar, clutching the fabric in her fingers at the back of his neck.

(Part of her thinks about James, wonders if a part of him ever did change for her. It tightens her chest and she screws her eyes shut, keeps her mind blank as possible instead.)

Eventually she'll get up to leave, linger in the door, then go to think alone instead of going back to Medical. For now, this is enough.