The words were there. They sounded like words. Was it English though? Yes, it was English. No, maybe he'd slipped into Hindi? Only some of the words made sense after all and Lincoln could speak English but Hindi he didn't understand fully. Lincoln looked at the prints in his hands and ran his eyes over them. They were familiar and alien all at the same time. These were Tasha? No they couldn't be. They were too small. Too frail. This wasn't his Tasha. No. She was weaker and smaller but she wasn't this bad. There was a mistake, that was the only explanation. Lincoln looked up to Doctor Kumar as he spoke and he just stared. His face was blank, his eyes completely empty.

	[color=117722]"I'm sorry, what?"[/color] His fingers turned white as he gripped onto the prints in his hands. His legs began to bounce anxiously as he waited for Doctor Kumar to tell him that everything was going to be okay and that Tasha just had to spend a few days in the hospital. It was when the word goodbye left Kumar's lips that Lincoln realised that he had heard everything correctly. His throat dried out, his hands began to sweat and his head became swimmy.

	[color=117722]"No. There is no need for a goodbye. No."[/color] He stood up and ran his fingers through his hair, his fingers gripping at the strands and tugging a good number of them out. He stalked back and forth a couple of times, his mind swirling with the news before he kicked out and launched his chair across the room. But not before it hit against the leg of Doctor Kumar. It wasn't Lincoln's intention but it definitely made him feel a little better. He knew it wasn't his fault but god fucking damn he needed someone to blame.