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 Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2015 3:14 pm
They were out. They escaped, and now a new challenge would come. Physical healing. Explanations to family. Guilt. Paranoia. The onslaught of nightmares. The tendencies and habits picked up from days on end in the worst places.
But it was good that they both had each other, Chris and Paris, and they both had gone through the same thing. They could lean on each other. Suffer together and become better together.
There were other challenges. Ones that Billy and Ladon had spoken about some time ago. Decisions that Ladon had not wanted to make but could not avoid. It was time for things to be different than they were. Differen't than just finding out that Chris and Paris were actually a knight and senshi.
Entering the doors, the dark-headed man walked in, two paper bags in one hand. He let Billy bring in the two 'get well soon' stuffed animals. Everyone needed a pick-me-up in the hospital. He also made sure to bring some magazines for Paris and Chris. Chris –sports. Paris – the arts. Out of all he brought, it was a wonder he hadn't brought balloons too.
He entered the room with a smile but dropped it once he felt it was a bit too forced. He had mixed feelings and wasn't sure where his feeling stood. One thing he was certain of – he was glad they were alive.
"So, did they make sure you were all in one piece?" He asked, upon entering.
Quote: Quote order doesn't mean post order. Just post when you like/able. OuO
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2015 7:03 am
Paris was fortunate in that she need not remain in the hospital for long. Once her fever had gone, once she'd completed the required period of observation and satisfied her doctors with her returning appetite, she was released from their care with a small pile of paperwork and a few last minute questions she gave vague answers to.
Anxious as she was to be home, in her own room with her own bed, where everything was familiar and safe, she'd not yet left the hospital, as Chris continued to remain under observation for the time being. She hardly left his side. She held his hand in spite of the extensive bandaging, brushed his hair from his face, ran the tips of her fingers over the beard that'd grown over a week of captivity. She spent most of her time in a chair at his bedside, leaving only when one of their mothers convinced her to take a short trip to the cafeteria for tea and a small meal of soup and crackers.
When Ladon and Billy walked in, she was stretched out a bit uncomfortably along the side of the hospital bed, wedged between Chris's side and the bed railing, with her head on Chris's shoulder and her arm draped lightly across his chest. She was happy to have put the crinkly hospital gown behind her, now clothed in a comfortable pair of yoga pants, an old Nirvana t-shirt that once belonged to her mother and had seen better days, and a purple zip-up hoodie with “Destiny City University” emblazoned along the back. The long sleeves covered the light blue cast on her left arm.
Paris looked up upon hearing the sound of footsteps over the quiet droning of the television, expecting a nurse or doctor. She rose from the bed when she saw Ladon and Billy instead, her movements slow and hesitant.
There was a sad, haunted look to her eyes. She felt too tired and too hollow to exhibit surprise.
“Lady...”
It seemed silly to call him that now that she knew the truth about him, but old habits died hard. She couldn't think of anything else to say in response, so she settled with, “What are you doing here?”
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2015 2:39 pm
Billy, wasted little time in setting down the stuffed animals on the nearest available surface. All the little gifts were Ladon's idea, of course. He'd just been designated pack-mule for them. Billy leaned back against the wall and slicked some straying hairs back before shoving his hands into his jacket pockets. Though he may have been the better one with words, he was keen to let Ladon have the stage. Billy had said all he'd needed to back there at that cage. Now, he simply played observer, with that permanently bored look ever present on his face. It was fitting for his holier-than-thou personality; He probably would have made a good Thranduil impersonation, had he any knowledge of a certain Middle Earth lord.
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2015 6:10 pm
Chris hated the hospital, especially if it was for himself. If he had it his way, he would have been home by now, but apparently his fever and the blood loss that been enough to cause concern for his doctor and he was confined to bed. Although he had managed to escape at least once when he’d first woken up. Now that Paris was with him, he was a little more settled, if only because he’d worried about what happened to her.
He’d been dozing off when Ladon and Billy made their entrance, but it wasn’t until Paris began to stir that he was drawn back to consciousness. His left eyebrow still sported a square of white gauze that partially covered his eye — and as Wolframite had seen before, they were both still there. The bruising in his face was starting to heal, and other than the fact that he had very little use of his hands and couldn’t move because of the wound in his side, he thought he was in relatively good shape, physically.
Emotionally and psychologically… well that was another story, but one he would work on next.
“With your help…” he said once he realized who had joined them in the room, his voice weak and he coughed lightly as if to clear his throat. In the day or so before being rescued and a couple days after, Chris had lost his ability to speak. At least now he did not require help of additional oxygen to help him breathe properly.
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