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Nightmare Over [03 Dec 2005|04:12am] [ mood | content ] Since the group's arrival in hospital, Devon had been unwilling to part from Hannah's side. The only time he had actually left her was when the doctors and nurses had asked him to leave so that they could look after her. He hadn't gone far at all, simply out into the hall where he had spent his time pacing as he waited on the doctors and nurses. The werewolf was known for patience but after everything, he officially had no more patience left. His own injuries had been taken care of, patched up to the best of the doctor's ability and Devon had assured him that nature would take care of the rest. The statement had confused the doctor but a look from Devon had silenced him relatively easily. Human curiosity always had to know more. He shook his head, rid himself of the thoughts turning through it as green eyes cut to the still closed door. "Come on," He muttered low and deep in his throat. Eventually his prayers were seemingly answered, the door opened and all the bodies within the room left so Devon could now step into the room itself. Painkillers could really do a number on wakefulness. That much was obvious by the way Hannah’s eyelids kept drifting down, only to snap open again defiantly. It wasn’t easy fighting off what she was dubbing ‘the internal enemy’, pumped into her by an IV drip, but she was giving it her level best. Why? Because she knew there was a werewolf in the hallway, that’s why. She’d give up the next week of sleep (okay, maybe a day) just to see him. When he walked through the door, she was mashing on an electronic button wired for bed-raising, and shifting restlessly against lumpy pillows. Here and there, the squirms were punctuated with frustrated grunts. ( Close Watch ) Hannah picked up his hand and kissed its knuckles. It looked the same as before. She didn't know why, but that was reassuring. "Would you be fine if I decided to take a little nap?" she wanted to know next. Whatever was happening in that IV bag was starting to do a number on her. On the bright side, when she woke up, she'd be that much closer to the time they let her go home. He twitched his lips before he gave a brief smile, "Of course." He'd go down the hall, raid the machine and come back with his acquired goodies. He splayed his fingers across the side of her face and leaned in to give her another kiss, one that was sure to linger before he pulled back and muttered, "Sleep well, I'll be here when you wake up." " 'kay," she said with a sleepy smile, and let her head sink into the pillow. As much effort as she'd put into propping herself up to stay awake, it didn't appear to make a difference when she closed her eyes. Sleep was pulling on her before she had a single thought about lowering the bed. At the moment, it didn't much matter. Devon watched as Hannah slipped off into sleep and just smiled softly, a hand traced her features briefly before it pulled away and he settled himself into the chair near the bed. He'd go raid the machine soon enough but right now he was just content with watching her sleep. The nightmare was finally over. reply

Long Waiting Time [03 Dec 2005|04:22pm] [ mood | tired ] ------ Non Journal Entry ------ Chairs in hospital were always uncomfortable, seemed to be the rule or so Matthew had noticed. He couldn't move without something sticking into his side and he couldn't sink down because the back of the seat would catch in the small of his back. Infuriating to say the least. The Watcher was lucky in the sense that he didn't feel at unease in hospital unlike a few of his more restless companions and he'd even seemed to have grown a resistance to very bad coffee. This fact explained the five plastic cups that littered the small table to Matthew's right. He could have gone home but call him paranoid but he wanted to stick around and make sure that all were okay and that things were really over. Sitting in that long very narrow corridor also helped to keep his mind off other things. He couldn't shake the voices that lingered in his ears, taunting and whispering soft intoxicating words that almost drove Matthew to picking himself up out of seat and going to find her. Breath was pushed out in a short abrupt motion as Watcher sagged rather heavily into the chair he was sat in. Short almost chewed down to the point of non existence fingernails seemed to drum a tune against the arm of the plastic chair until they stopped as fingers curled in towards palms and man hunched over on himself. Dark strands fell forward until caught and pushed back, tips of fingers creeping through the lengths and palms settled against skull until the pounding in his head seemed to ease ever so slightly. "It's been a fucked up month," He muttered to himself as there was no one within hearing distance of him. Neck was flexed right to left before settled back until blue gaze found a familiar space on the ground itself. His stare was fixed on this spot for a few moments before he brought himself up and as his back straightened, clothes seemed to fall back into previously occupied space and hung from a sturdy figure. Matthew now walked the hall, his boots echoing off the shiny floor beneath him. The sound out of place as the hospital seemed to be experiencing a slow moment and as he walked, heads turned and attention was fixed before something else caught their eye and Matthew faded into the background. Body was brought around to reflect off the glass of the vending machine and for a moment Matthew jumped as he could have sworn he saw someone reflected in the glass behind him. Head jerked and eyes sought empty space and heartbeat seemed to accelerate before calming as Matthew told himself he was being stupid and that there was no-one there. Calming breath taken and attention returned to the vending machine, there was a clink as coins slipped into the gap and found their way to settle upon the mass of previously deposited coins. With the money put into the machine, Matthew selected his choice of food. He opted for a chocolate bar, a Snickers bar to be more exact. A dull clunk echoed off the walls as the bar fell from its space on the rack and hit the bottom of the machine. Matthew crouched to push a hand past the heavy door that kept him from the treasure wrapped in colourful paper. Fingers curled around it and chocolate bar was now held in a hand and all that colourful paper was shredded as Matthew was hungry and he had no time to be neat. He walked the length of hallway and found his way out of the hospital, a Snickers bar and a cigarette sounded like the ultimate cocktail for right now at this place in time. reply

Anxiety [03 Dec 2005|09:22pm] [ mood | anxious ] She couldn't sit down. The truck ride to the hospital had passed in one solid blur, and now Quinn couldn't find a chair and put herself in it for more than a few minutes at the time. She hadn't required medical attention, having stayed out of the fighting for the most part, but she'd also found it impossible to leave even after being returned to her own vehicle. Kael had been readmitted for observation and more treatment, so she'd decided to hang around until she heard something definite about his condition. She just couldn't sit down. Instead, she both paced and hovered, tossing in a little loitering around the vending machines for the sake of variety. She'd eaten two candy bars, a bag of potato chips, and a vaguely stale honey bun, washing it down with two cups of coffee. She was pondering getting some real lunch, but only if she could sneak some out to Sonya, who hadn't regained consciousness yet, even after the trucks had been emptied and she'd been put in the front seat of Quinn's own vehicle. At some point during the blurry trip back, she'd decided to take the Russian home with her, at least for a couple of days until she was better fed. Couldn't leave her at the hospital, they'd either call the cops or the National Enquirer, and she wouldn't feel right about leaving her to fend for herself. Not after finding her where she had. Back to the soda machines now, for a can of Mountain Dew with the last of her change. She'd head home at some point, if only to get the younger girl settled and catch some sleep, then head back to the hospital to check on things. The nightmare was over at last, at least the really difficult part. What was happening now was just rest and recovery. She hoped. If nothing else, she was getting used to the coffee here. Had to find the bright side in everything, right? reply

[03 Dec 2005|10:19pm] Whistler barged down the hallway on the recovery wing at Battle Mountain General Hospital, loaded to bear with plastic bags. He wasn't good in hospitals. He didn't have a lot of fond memories. Usually it meant he'd arrived too late for his assignment, and played the 'grieving uncle' to an activated slayer who hadn't received the handbook in time. The smell of antiseptic rankled his nose. Would it have killed them to add a little Febreeze? Maybe throw in some fabric softener when they were drying the stark, white sheets. Splash a little color on the olive-green walls. Introduce a little 'Queer Eye for the Hospital Guy' and people wouldn't dread paying a visit. He thrust open the door to Rhiannon's room. "Okay, so a priest and a vampire walk into a bar..." ( There's no real punchline in the joke of life ) reply

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