There might have been tears, in the early hours - no, though, there weren't, there was only the fervent rush to pull him out, to push the combat meds, to wait for the help, there were only the quiet words to his unconscious body, the begging for him to come back to her.

The waiting room is just empty, empty and silent and impossible to cry in because if she starts when could she ever stop?

In the end the first time she cries is the end, once it's all over, once he's alive but what she did means he's not hers anymore, means that he'll never trust her again, means she saved him but not them.