Bobby and Rebekah
"Hey," Bobby greeted as he sat in a chair next to Rebekah's bed.
"Jono finally left your side?"
Rebekah turned her head, and half smiled at Bobby.
"Oui, he had a class, I think. Speaking of which, don't you?"
Bobby shook his head.
"Storm let me off so I could come down here."
Rebekah's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"Why, what's wrong?"
"Gwen died," Bobby said softly, looking at his feet.
Rebekah's smile faded and she closed her eyes for a moment. When she reopened them, they were glistening with tears.
"When?" she managed to say.
"On Monday," Bobby replied hoarsely.
"Oh... how's... how are Mordred and the children?" Rebekah asked quietly.
"I'm not sure... I should..."
Rebekah turned away again.
"Could you just go?"
Bobby nodded and put his hand on her shoulder, then left quickly.
Rebekah shook her head and bit her lip.
God.