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His head swimming with thoughts about Apollo and Dhurke and revolutions and murder and how these last few weeks of his life have been strange even by his standards, Phoenix rushes into the hospital. This is the place Ema said about, the place where they brought Maya.
If he closes his eyes, he can see the memory of Maya, weak and exhausted, fainting before him over and over again. It is for this reason he won’t close his eyes, despite his fatigue.
He just has to see Maya. After everything she has been through (including being on trial for two different murders not that long ago), being abducted was the last thing she needed. But even though she has been abducted before, Maya has never ended up so weak she needed to go to hospital.
Phoenix eventually locates Maya’s hospital room, and peeks inside. A nurse stands by her bedside, writing on a chart. But all he looks at is Maya. She looks just as bad as earlier, so pale and weak; how much weight did she lose in these six horrible days? An IV sticks into her arm, hydrating Maya’s very weak body. And she is unconscious.
When the nurse leaves, Phoenix hurries into the room and sinks into the chair at Maya’s bedside.
“Maya?” he whispers, but she doesn’t wake up. He touches her hand, but she doesn’t flinch. Phoenix sighs. “Oh, Maya…”
He just stares at her, unable to believe this. She is his girlfriend, the person she is closest to in the world, and he would do anything for Maya. So why can he never keep her safe? Why does she always end up threatened or kidnapped or framed?
And as he stares, his eyes fill with tears.
“Maya…”
Phoenix sobs, tears spilling down his face.