[center][h1][color=a2d39c]Gerard Connolly[/color][/h1]
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[hr] [color=a2d39c]Location:[/color]  Wyndham Manor
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	Gerard lightly leaned himself to the door, hearing for any sort of response from Milli on the other room, til Abigail opened the door and gesturing him to be careful with what he was saying. He was uneasily peeking the inside the room, his eyes went back to Abigail as she explained Millie's delicate state. How terrible was it that it left her in this state, numb and still as a statue. Gerard could see her unmoving inside that room. It disturbed him, more than worry, what could have been going on in her head at that very moment? The idea of it made him feel sick to his stomach. It wasn't like he wanted to provoke her though what Cook said shooked him up had him act that way. Nonetheless he took Abigail's heed, asking him to stay with her for awhile. He told her he would, and as Abby left the room, and Gerard went in, he could only hear the cold silence between them. 

	He walked closer to Milli, closer till he was standing a fair distance from her side. Though she looked adequate now than the first time he saw her, the traces of her physical struggles was still visible. The hand of her assailant was left marked on her delicate neck, and for a moment he felt rage as he took a look at it.  What kind of monster could've done this to her? Or to anyone in that matter. As he let his mind withdraw from his face, her thoughts came back to the woman in front of him. And looking at her all he could feel is sadness and sympathy. He knelt down on knee, looking up to her. Though she sat there, still as stone, Gerard made an effort to communicate with her. 

	[color=a2d39c]"Milli. Can you hear me?"[/color] he spoke softly. He waited for a moment, searching her eyes for any sort of movement. Gerard looked down on her hand, on her lap, looking at the ring which it did not belong there. Then Gerard placed his own over hers, a way to comfort her more than anything. If she could not hear him, maybe at least she could feel his presence.