Status: Complete
Date: January 1st, 2007 |
Location: Hospital |
Participants: Elena, Anarya, Jerava
"She's
my daughter," Jerava said firmly, voice growing louder with each repetition, stabbing a finger into the doctor's chest to emphasize her point. "And if I want to take her home and care for her there, damned if you will stop me."
"We just think it would be best to keep her here for observation," the doctor said in a soothing voice, rubbing at his chest after the woman withdrew her finger. "There's no reason for her to be in such a deep coma, based on the trauma she suffered in the fall." Jer opened her mouth to argue again, tail lashing behind her in extreme agitation.
"Where's your supervisor? I want to speak to them
now," she said instead, standing with her arms crossed and staring angrily at the poor man as he paged the resident to deal with this mad woman.
Anarya's ears twitched as she listened to her mother, leaning her head back to thud lightly against the wall of the hospital room Jer was standing outside.
"See how much trouble you cause?" she said resentfully to the still form lying on the bed across from her.
"Mom's making a huge fuss about bringing you home." Arya stood abruptly and stalked over to the bedside, sitting down next to it in the chair her mother had only recently vacated.
"Wish we could leave you here forever." There was no reply, of course; Elena was deep in a coma supposedly caused by her fall down a flight of stairs earlier that day as the girls had been going to school. There was, as the doctor had said, no real reason for Elena to be in a coma at all; her head wound had stopped bleeding almost immediately, and there had been no significant harm done to her brain. Jer suspected something of a magical nature, which was at the core of her strong desire to take Elena home, as she had equipment to check for such things.
Arya sighed and looked at her older sister, anger falling away.
"I'm sorry Lena," she said, a choked sob escaping as she spoke.
"If I hadn't rushed down the stairs to be the first out the door you wouldn't have fallen and hit your head and I'm sorry," the girl said all in a rush as tears started to stream down her face.
"Come back, please? I didn't mean to," Arya continued, resting her head against the metal rail on the side of the bed, her hand now clasping one of Elena's, dark and warm skin contrasting sharply with Elena's too pale and too cold flesh. The sound of Jerava arguing picked back up as Arya sobbed quietly onto her sister's bed, many of the tears evaporating before falling from the Shattered girl's face as her skin temperature rose.
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