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 Posted: Wed Mar 29, 2017 12:40 pm
Shock is what they had called it. Shock kept her from caring about her own back or being able to remember much of what had happened earlier that evening. From the time the 911 call had gone out to the point they had made it to the hospital, Delilah had given the girls the cover story. The only one she had worried about was Mercy who seemed to have not been fully aware of what was happening. All four of them had been transported out of the warehouse before they tended to the downed male. Now Delilah was sitting in up in a hospital bed, gazing down at the floor. Her back was exposed and nearly all of her upper body wrapped. She was pretty sure Mercy had been taken for surgery where Sitara and Ginger were in a similar boat as her. Unless Ginger's foot was worse than she thought... With a long sigh, Delilah turned her head slowly to gaze out the window. Being the only one of them clearly not a minor, not to mention the nominated court leader, she not only felt the weight of their suffering but all the blame of their parents. She had put off calling her own until the wounds had been cleaned and pain killers kicked in. Considering her father was in the middle of tax season, only her mother had come. Not a surprise...nor was she upset. However as she gazed over at the woman scrolling down her phone, Delilah weakly smiled. "Hey mom. Any way you might be willing to get me something to eat?" Delilah cooed out as her mother picked her head up and smiled weakly. "Oh sweety. Of course. But are you sure you will be alright if I go? I know you said it hurt to try and shift to the bathroom..." Her mother rose, gently crossing the room and placing a hand on Delilah's cheek. She appeared as if she was about to cry but gently helped her daughter lay back in bed. "If you need anything, buzz the nurse okay? And don't let their parents or the cops bother you again. Tell them to speak to our lawyers if they have an issue. You are just as much a victium as any of the other girls..." Biting her lip as her daughter did, she slipped back for her purse. "Oh honey...I'm going to kill Mathias next time I see him..." With that, she returned, kissed her daughter's forehead and slipped out the door. The last words made Delilah wince. Mathias...s**t. She had forgotten their so called 'grabbed coming out of his gym' was going to cause him issues. Lord she was going to get an ear full.
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Posted: Sat Apr 08, 2017 10:32 pm
Jeremy wound up in the hospital more than he’d like to admit, though he’d been pretty good at keeping himself out of it. He had friends that got shot, civilians he was dropping off or taking reports from. There were plenty of reasons to be here—and he hated most of them. Hospitals just creeped him the hell out.
And yet, he was here, longer than he needed to be--of his own free will.
He’d overheard a name while he’d been out in the hallway and some selective prying and eyelash batting had gotten him a room number. He hadn’t gone straight to her; instead, he dropped by the gift shop and picked up a vase of overpriced flowers.
He didn’t knock before entering; he poked his head into the door for a quick peek to make sure he was in the right room and, while he was happy to see Delilah, he grimaced at her condition.
“So,” he said, forcing a quick smile. He moved so he was holding the vase of flowers in the crook of one arm and closed the door behind him before facing her again. “Tell me I’m the most handsome police officer you’ve spoken to tonight.”
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 8:34 am
A semi-darkness had slipped over the room allowing Delilah to close her eyes for a moment. She figured it was the drugs that had allowed her any sense of relaxation and calmness because her mind had not. She was still trying to silence the guilt in the pit of her stomach for getting Mathias and Imara involved in this mess. Oh she had no doubt they would be fine. After all, they were innocent. Home safe in their beds while they four of them got the life nearly beat out of them. That alone made her open her eyes and start at the red light of a TV mounted on the wall. She really didn't see it...more just used it as a focus. That focus broke when she heard the sound of a door. Her head jerked to the side, breaking through the pain meds and causing her to wince. She could see the figure of someone...a male, dressed in what was clearly NOT scrubs and a lab coat and she pegged him for another cop. Her heart sank. Just as she was about to force out the words of 'I've already told you all what happened' yet again, the voice broke through the fog of her mind and Delilah felt herself smile. "I don't know. Officer Tucker was pretty cute until he opened his mouth." Delilah responded back as playfully as she could given the current moment. She was trying to shift up in the bed, back against the pillows but even that hurt. "Tell me I'm not the most pathetic person you have seen this week and we will call it even."
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2017 12:22 am
Jeremy seemed contemplative, drawling out a long, “Ehhhh,” as he bobbed his head to the left and then right. “All right, I guess you’re not the most pathetic person I’ve seen this week. Pretty close, though.”
He moved closer and set the flowers down by her bedside.
“Didn’t I tell you to stay out of trouble or something? What’d you get into that messed you up so bad? –Do I need to go arrest someone, or did you take care of them?”
He figured if it had been a person they could have done anything about, someone would already be after them. Instead, he figured there had to be another side of the story that she couldn’t tell the other officers.
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Posted: Fri Sep 15, 2017 7:35 pm
Delilah could only shoot him a rather unamused look as he moved towards her side. But in truth, she couldn't be mad at him. Jeremy was a good guy and Delilah was more than happy to see someone that she didn't have to lie too....if he asked. And of course he asked. With a long breath, her eyes seemed to soften around the edges. She was looking past him then as she thought. "Jeremy, I wouldn't try to arrest them. At least now the two who did this to us. " Red eyes fluttered closed. She could see their faces again. Watch as the male and female appeared. Their youma surrounding them. "They would kill you before you could get one cuff on them...I would...." "Never forgive myself if you got hurt like that." Opening her eyes, she smiled weakly at him. "But, it wasn't all bad. We did at least teach their pupils not to underestimate four women in very strange outfits."
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Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2017 10:16 pm
He was quiet for a few seconds, watching her. She was spooked, and he could respect that. Anyone who laid her up in the hospital like this was probably worth being afraid of. As far as he was concerned, the fear was rational.
But she’d been afraid enough for one night, he figured, so he wasn’t going to rely on seriousness. “You know I’ve got a gun, too, right? And a car? I’m not dumb enough to approach everyone with cuffs. A taser’s a taser and pepper spray’s pepper spray. And if I can’t stop them with any of my useful police tools, I’ve still got my heartstopping smile.”
He flashed her one, just for good measure, and then slunk into the chair by her side.
“I’m glad you made it out okay. Or, at least, mostly okay. The other ladies in your group—they make it out all right? Or are they in other rooms around here?”
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Posted: Wed Nov 22, 2017 7:44 am
That weak smile seemed to creep up her face into something a bit stronger. "True. I would pay money to see you use the taser on an agent or a youma. They complain about our magic. I think they would have more to worry about being electrocuted." Though just as fast as that smile appeared, it dropped again. She couldn't look at him thinking about the others. Sitara. Ginger. Mercy. "They are alive." She finally managed out, her hands going to clinch the light blanket over her body. How could she have been so foolish. How could she not have noticed... "It's moments like this that I have to wonder if it's all worth it. If the fighting is worth all the risk." Delilah sighed, finally allowing herself to look back at him. "Then I realize that there are people every day putting their lives on the line and don't have the abilities at have. I would be a coward not to do everything I can to protect the innocent. Wounds will heal with time. A life will not."
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2017 9:49 pm
Jeremy’s gaze lingered on her and he nodded as she listened. “You’re being too hard on yourself.”
There were a dozen ways he could have said it, but he wasn’t going to beat around the bush for something so important. “Just because you have abilities doesn’t mean you’re obligated to use them. If you don’t want to fight, you don’t have to. The way I see it, you didn’t sign up for this. You were born with it, no different than any other genetic lottery. But you don’t have to do anything. And you’re only human.” He figured, at least. She had a birth record and lived on Earth and seemed human, but he was still figuring out this whole magical business.
“If you ask me, I think it’s worth it. Everything I do, at least. I don’t have any special abilities, but I did have a choice. I couldn’t sleep, couldn’t live with myself if I wasn’t doing everything I could. But I made a choice and I stuck to it. And if I didn’t want to do this anymore, I could quit any day. But,” he leaned back and shrugged. “A guilty conscience eats away at you, so I get where you’re coming from. I’d feel guilty if I wasn’t doing anything. There might come a point in my life when I don’t feel like I can do my job anymore, or like they don’t need me, and maybe I’ll step out of the police force and go into something else. I don’t know. But I do know that even if you were the strongest person in the world, even if you could stop all the crime out there, if it was making you miserable I’d still tell you to do what’s best for you. You’re not the only person out there, you’re not the only one fighting. You don’t have to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders, or beat yourself up for wondering if you want to put your life on the line.”
He was quiet for a few seconds before he added, “I’ve had days where I’ve humored the thought of leaving it all behind. Finding a safer career. I’ve lost friends on the job. I’ve seen victims that broke my heart. I’ve seen guys get away with things that should have gotten them killed. But.” His jaw clenched and his gaze wandered to the wall across the room. “I hate my job sometimes. But I hate the idea of not doing it, even more. I go home, and I see Myles, and you know? I just want to make the world a better place, for him. And for all the kids like him. Or, well. I guess he’s not a kid anymore, but.”
He shook his head. “I’ll always remember him for the kid he was. And I guess that’s what I want to protect.”
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Posted: Tue Feb 27, 2018 12:20 pm
Delilah was silent for a long while. She had been listening to Jeremy closely, wanting to only wrap herself into a ball. "You are right." She finally managed to get out, forcing her back to stay straight. "You really are right. Not a single one of us asked for this...on this side of the war at least. None of us went looking to magically go poof...now you have powers. Most of us had it thrusted upon us. Jeremy if you ever meet a talking cat, run." The last bit she added with a smile and relaxed a bit. "I've seen pain and suffering. But I think the worst of it is I have seen the lack of unity. I know the stories about having 'bad cops'. Well, imagine that when you have weapons, powers, and superhuman abilities. And we don't have a commanding officer to come down and smite them for falling out of line." Sticking her tongue out at the thought, Delilah felt herself release a snort of a laugh. "Myles isn't a kid anymore Jeremy, even if he makes me think of one at times. He's got a gift...or a curse. Just keep him and yourself away from the 'I'm the only one who can save the world' mentality. We have enough there."
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2018 9:12 pm
Jeremy clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and shook his head. “Not a cat person, sweetheart. You don’t have to worry about me. And Myles and I both know that it takes more than one person to save the world. Of course, Myles will support whoever thinks they can make a difference, and I,” he shrugged.
“It might take more than one person to save a world, but sometimes it just takes one person to get things moving. Of course, I’ve had my fair share of run-ins with you kids and your crazy costumes. Most of you don’t have a lick of sense. Apparently ‘adults just don’t get it’.” He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Because being told some magical cosmic energy is coursing through your irresponsible, hormonal veins isn’t something everyone should take seriously. Most of the kids I’ve run into aren’t even old enough to drive, much less save the world. It’s childish and naïve. And maybe it would be more endearing if—one—I didn’t have to worry about them getting hurt and—two—they stopped getting in my way.
He rolled his eyes back to her. “No offense, but it’s sort of a pain in the a** to have a kid tell you they know what they’re doing and you don’t. Like I haven’t spent all of my adult life trying to make the world a safer place for them to grow up in. But,” he shrugged. “It is what it is, and we’ll all just try our hardest. But you have to promise me that I’m not going to catch you lying around, beating yourself up for anything that happens in this ‘war’, all right?”
He was very serious and kept his eyes trained on her. “Sometimes, bad things happen to good people, for no reason. And no matter how hard you worked—no matter how much you did—nothing can change that. Sometimes bad things just happen, and it’s not our involvement—or lack thereof—that had any effect on it. Just remember that. And you aren’t under any obligation to do anything you don’t want to do, so don’t let anyone tell you otherwise, all right? You only get one life, so live it in the way that makes you happy. Got it?”
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