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 Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2011 2:34 pm
Vicky didn't like hospitals. The last time she'd been in one it was to see her cousin who had just been in a coma for two weeks and nearly died. Before that it was to see a different dying family member. Over all she just hadn't had very pleasant experiences in hospitals. Especially in the ICU which is where she found herself waking up. More specifically in the burn unit.
Alone.
Wait a second. Slowly she blinked the sleep and blurriness out of her eyes, searching the room for Blake. She remembered he had brought her to the hospital in the first place. Well, she had teleported them, but he was the one that insisted. She recalled him saying something about sitting in the car not being a good thing because of her burns. Reminded of her injuries she realized she wasn't hurting as badly anymore. And leaning against the hospital bed wasn't making her scream in pain. As carefully as she could she tried to look over her shoulder st her back and realized it had been very thoroughly bandaged. She wasn't sure what they had put on the burns but whatever it was it was helping. Then she looked down at the IV in her arm. Or maybe it was the morphine that was helping. Either way she was pain free and awake enough to realize that Blake should be there and he wasn't.
Settling back against the pillows again she sighed. Maybe he left her. She wouldn't really be surprised, last night was more serious than anything their nonlationship had endured so far. Maybe it was too much for him knowing the girl he was banging was also his Captain. Oh god, she just realized that even if he left her she'd still have to deal with him as Petalite. That would be awful. Or maybe not. She could torture him, leave him in the Rift the way she was. That would be great karma for him leaving her.
After a minute of contemplation she sighed closing her eyes. She really hoped he showed up, she didn't really want to have to get revenge on him.
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Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2011 2:58 pm
It had been a long night. Not only was Blake unused to sleeping in chairs, they were the rough kind of visitor chair that was in the cheap Destiny City hospital rooms. Vaguely he remembered that Vicky's cousin Audrey (who now he realized, was the traitorous Linarite) had gotten a much nicer room when she had been in her coma. But after last summer? The coma wing was pretty nice. Some rich kid had donated a huge chunk to the place and had been pulling strings for Audrey. She was a lucky kid.
He'd had a lot of time to lay half-awake while Vicky was sedated into peaceful sleep that she wouldn't have gotten anywhere else. There had been a bombardment of questions as to how she had gotten so burnt and he went with the only thing he could -- tanning bed gone wrong. It was one of the reasons, and the one he was reinforcing to himself, that Blake had stayed alll night. Eventually he'd caved and wearing the scrub shirt borrowed from the hospital staff, gone for breakfast. It wasn't really fantastic.
In fact it was pretty terrible. But armed with a large cup of coffee and a package of pop tarts he was prepared to wait. Thankfully, he didn't have to. Walking in he was immediately snagged by a pair of annoyed blue eyes. "Oh hey Vicks, you're up. How are you feeling? Does it hurt or anything?" Wide grin, a bite of pop tart, a swig of coffee. Casual as ever!
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Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2011 5:10 pm
Her eyes had been closed but the sound of someone approaching her bed had them flying open and upon seeing that it was Blake she glared at him. This was why he wasn't there when she woke up? He had to go get food and coffee? If she could she would have slapped him upside the head. As it was she was confined to the bed.
After a moment of glaring her pursed lips relaxed and she rolled her eyes with a sigh. There really was no point in yelling at him, it wouldn't do any good and it definitely wouldn't make him change. "It doesn't hurt, but that's probably the meds they have me hopped up on." Now that she wasn't glaring daggers at him she realized the food he had gotten were pop tarts and she was starving. She extended her arm towards him, making a grabby hand motion at the box. "Pop tart? I'm starving." It wasn't exactly breakfast of champions, but she was hungry and there wasn't anything else to eat.
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Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2011 5:42 pm
Aw man, of course she'd gone straight for the food. Also she looked annoyed, but he was hoping rather futilely that it wasn't him she was mad at. Taking the offensive and just assuming, for the moment, that Vicky was indeed rather pissed off at him for reasons he couldn't fathom (he probably was just breathing), Blake started to apologize. "Sorry I wasn't here when you woke up. They said it was gonna be awhile yet. Some doctors they were. Probably thought I'd be all over you or something. Guess I looked that much like an a**." Though he'd carried her inside.
Yeah, alright, then he'd sat her a**-first on the admit desk and showed them her horribly burnt back. Not the classiest. But he didn't know what to do and it was pretty much messing him up inside. Not that he'd tell her that. Not that he'd even really let that be totally known to himself. No, Blake was pretty content to be labelled a total ******** a*****e and deal with it. Because it was how he wanted to live, how he wanted to be. Period.
Looking at the box somewhat apprehensively, he held out one of the foil packages. "I'm not sure if you can have that, so if you get in trouble I'm telling them that you attacked me and forced me to feed you." Dropping into the blanket-covered chair he'd slept in for most of the night, Blake sipped at his sickeningly sweet coffee and chewed thoughtfully on his own pop tart. "They said you'll be okay though. Minimal scarring." He figured that was important.
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 4:47 pm
His apology softened her some a bit of the fire going out of her eyes. For a moment she considered getting on him about why he wasn't all over her, but then she remembered she was in the hospital and that her back was a mess. Even with the meds it would probably be more painful than it was worth to try and get something going. "Yeah, well, you do look like an a**." A smile was curling on her lips, not really meaning her words.
When the foil packet was pressed into her hand her face lit up at the prospect of getting some food into her, and she tore the packaging open. "Oh, I'm sure they'll believe you, babe. The girl with the severe burn injuries totally beat up the big, strong, baseball player." A piece of the pop tart was broken off and popped into her mouth, sapphire eyes following his movements across the room.
She nearly choked when he mentioned scarring. Coughing she gestured towards the pitcher of water and plastic cups that was on the stand beside her bed, and lucky for her Blake got the idea pouring her a cup of water and pressing it into her hand. She sipped from the cup and when her coughing fit subsided she stared at him. "Scarring?! What do you mean scarring?" She had totally missed the minimal bit, completely focused on the fact that her perfect skin was going to be marred by ugly burn scars.
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2012 12:06 pm
"Yeah, well, you're fierce Vicks. Underestimating you is how a guy gets his balls ripped off and shoved down his throat. You get what you want no matter what it takes to get it." Which wasn't entirely a compliment but Blake was so shaken up that he wasn't really trying to be overly charming at that point. It was worth the comment to see her flailing around trying to look at her back which was when he went over to lightly put hands on her shoulders. If she moved too much, they said, her skin would stretch and not heal properly.
Then that would be more scars and she'd probably do something ridiculous like get a back transplant or something. Could you do that? He wasn't entirely sure but if anyone could make miracles happen it was her.
"Baby chill out. I'm sure there's something that we can do on the dark side of things to help you heal faster. I've heard about stuff like that, stuff that makes you heal faster and not scar cuz it's all powerful. We can do that." In fact, he was going to do that right now! "Actually, wait here. I'll go figure it out so we can get started."
Kissing her cheek, turning on his heel, Blake Allison was gone before he'd even really started to be there. Talk about odd!
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