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Kael had managed to sleep for the first time in weeks and was reaching into ten hours when the light from the window caught his eyelids and brought his eyes open. He let loose with a faint groan due to the stirring of pain in his head, the doctors had said he had pushed himself too fast too quick but they wouldn't be saying that if they had even the faintest inclination of what Kael and the others had done. Hell, he and the others had saved the goddamn world. That was an idea he was still adjusting to and he didn't think he'd ever come to full terms with it.
His hazel eyes which were a little darker than usual mostly due to his mood and the drugs pumping their way through his veins turned to glance at the IV drips that seemed to be permanently attached to his arms. "I'm really beginning to hate hospitals," He muttered as he swallowed back what seemed to be a frog in his throat. He leaned his head back into the pillow and exhaled a ragged breath which caused his entire body to shudder.
He had no idea of when he'd be let out and he hadn't had the energy to call home, to let his family know he was alive but all good things come to those who wait, right?
My timing could really be better, Quinn reflected as she walked up the hall to Kael's room. Her tennis shoes squeaked softly against the tiles as she neared the numbered door, the paper sack she was carrying being passed from one hand to the other as she prepared to knock.
She'd barely been able to sleep the night before, disturbed by the conversation with Spike and her near-decision to allow the vampire to go after Jill to do...whatever. In the weak light of pre-dawn, she'd come to a second decision, one she didn't plan on going back on, no matter the timing. She just hoped Kael would understand.
Knocking quietly, she opened the door a bit and poked her head inside. "Hey, boss," she said quietly. "Feel up to having a visitor?"
( Asking A Favour )
( Passing Along The Business Card )
"I was planning on that," Matthew muttered as he glanced to the stone he held in his hands. Even wrapped up, he could feel her essence and it was interacting with what was left in him from their last meeting with one another. "It won't fall into the wrong hands," He assured her as he glanced to the stone. If the stone was for summoning, did that mean he could call Elfleda or would he call something else altogether?
"Just keep it the hell away from me. I don't want it."
This last was a mutter, the water bottle being tossed back into the truck. "Sorry to rush off, but I gotta get out of here if I'm gonna make some time. When I come back, we'll talk about the other thing, see what's going on. But until then, you won't hear from me. No one will."
"Right," Matthew muttered as he turned around and started in the direction of his bike. He glanced over his shoulder to look at the hospital before he decided it was about time he found himself a place to stay at least until Joseph needed to move. He stopped beside his bike and forced his eyes away from the wrapped stone as he slid it away into his compartment. The moment it left his hand, his body felt lighter in a way and he didn't want to put too much thought into the reasons behind why that was.
Quinn started the engine, feeling like the truck might actually be lighter without that damned thing lurking beneath the seat. She'd go home and eat a light dinner, then pack some stuff and leave a note for Sonya. With luck, she'd be on the road in less than two hours.
A vacation was just what she needed.
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