The wind blows lightly on the outside of the house. Hens soft breathing is all that is heard through out the room. She's not really sleeping, you know that type of sleep where you're asleep but you can hear and you're aware of everything that's going on around you.

Well that what hen is doing right now. Maybe bullshitting herself into thinking if she's asleep that the 118 will be how it was. No tension between Athena and Chimney, Bobby's alive and Eddie never left.

Hens eyes snap open lightly turning on her side pulling her pillow tighter against her. She didn't know how to feel, she could be captain of the 118, or she could stay a paramedic. The room is quiet as she grabs her waterbottle from the bedside table happy that it's not gonna catch on fire.