LEADER OF THE LANDSLIDE

Sybil Bolat ☆ 28 ☆ Nurse at Mercy Hospital and Medic for the Volkovs ☆ The only thing I know is that we're in too deep

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irinapetrovax​:

“Good thing someone was there who could call for an ambulance,” she started, having to make sure that they found out exactly who that was and get the information to the right people. It was foolish to think not one singular person would end up calling the cops or an ambulance with everything that had been going on. “Pain killers really can be the worst, they seem to make you feel worse after making you feel better. The equation in those things have always been funky,” she remembered from her own time earning a secondary degree in pharmaceuticals. Sybil question actually caused a bit of a laugh to leave her, knowing it was going to come up eventually. “I told you, I came in here to check on you and see how you were doing. I might find that you are…difficult in some aspects but I do care to know that the people we are involved with are actually taken care of. I genuinely wanted to know how you made it out and if everything had gone okay with what they’re planning for you so far.” And it wasn’t a lie. even if she didn’t like some of the people they were involved with Irina was still going to check on them and make sure they were leaving in one piece. “Oh I know you wouldn’t, you’re much smarter than that. Others might need a bit of persuasion just in case…but I figured I wouldn’t have to worry about you.”

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Talking to Irina was like playing a game of chess. You always had to figure out what her angle was and what secret moves she was trying to pull. The drugs in Sybil’s system though left her not wanting to play at all. It was too hard to keep up. Sybil hadn’t arrived in an ambulance, though she remembered hearing the sirens when she was leaving. Violet had taken her to Mercy herself, but Sybil wasn’t about to correct Irina. “Pain killers are tricky.” Sybil admitted and knew so much factoring went into administrating them to patients. Still, she felt like cotton balls were being stuffed in her head and it was a little hard to keep up with what Irina really wanted from her. “Difficult?” Sybil repeated with a small snort. The pain killers were loosening her tongue a little and she didn’t fully believe that Irina really cared to know how she was doing, but tried to not let the skepticism show on her face. When one threatened you, you didn’t really think they cared about your well being, even if Sybil might have gotten herself in better standing now. “They’re planning on healing me. I lost a lot of blood, so I’m here for a few days. Spencer is going to come by to get my official statement.” While she may be seething with an anger and disgust for how things had gone down in the attack, the actions of the hospital and Spencer weren’t things that needed to be hidden and it was better to give Irina the answers she wanted. Hearing her admit that she didn’t need to worry about Sybil snitching was surprising to her and she couldn’t help how her eyebrows rose in reaction. After hearing how Irina knew part of what Sybil really felt being in the Vipers, she was shocked the woman trusted her enough to not snitch. But she was right, Sybil was far too smart to even think about doing that. 

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ethan-andrews​:

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As Sybil lay there bleeding on the floor, part of her brain concluded that this was what she deserved. She may not have been involved in the plot tonight, nor in the horrors that played out before innocent civilians and children, Sybil still felt all the blood on her hands. These were her people who had started these horrible crimes, she was a part of them and if she survived this she was aware that she’d play the loyal solider and help them cover it all up. Maybe she’d bleed out and it would end it all. At least then she couldn’t do any more harm to anyone. Part of her brain knew she was only thinking these things because the blood loss was mixing with the weight of the horrors of the evening. But that didn’t stop them from going through her head. And they didn’t stop when Ethan knelt beside her and tried to help her with her arm. “Good, hard.” She croaked out. He couldn’t be gentle, he had to put pressure on her so they could try to slow the bleeding as best they could. He looked so worried for her. And even as she instructed him on how to try and help her, she wanted to comfort him. Sybil wanted to tell him it was alright. This is what she deserved. Maybe she should just make him stop so the end wouldn’t be dragged out. Her self preservation was too strong though, and she continued to instruct him. “Tourniquet - you have to make one.” Her voice was hoarse, but he’d have to make one if someone was going to try and take her to Mercy. 

Usually when someone asks him to go harder, it’s for something entiiiiiiiirely different. Ethan wishes, fuck does he wish, that this was this kind of situation and not the gruesome reality that swallowed them whole tonight. More pressure was added to the gunshot wound, looking from his hands to her to see how she’s holding up. She looked pale and with the amount of blood which pooled underneath her arm he knew it was due to the blood rushing out. Right when he thought they needed to stop the blood flow in some way Sybil told him exactly that. A hand went to his chest, thinking he’d find his tie, but that was long gone. Fuck. He looked around their immediate area but a table cloth would be too hard to tie. There must be something. Anything. Ethan’s hands remained firm on her, doing everything possible to maintain the pressure. He said, “I’ll look for something to use.” He leaned down and kissed her cool, sweaty forehead. “I’ll be back.” He needed to hurry. Too much was on the line and he wanted to make sure she makes it out of here alive. Ethan climbed to his feet and went on the hunt for something to use as a tourniquet. 

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ethan-andrews​:

violetxmarino​:

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Violet moved her hands frantically around them to find something else to push against the wound. The cloth there a bit soaked, so she reaches to the nearest table and grabs the entire thing balling it up and placing it against the woman’s arm. How much pressure was too much she thought to herself not sure if a lot would help or cause more pain. She almost didn’t make out the first word the woman said but her next statement was obvious and clear. A bit overwhelmed at the request she looked around them for someone who could help. She tried to delicately place her in a sitting position throwing her right arm over Vi’s shoulder so she could lift them both up to a standing position. “What’s your name?” she asked in an effort to distract as she tried to get them to stand. Violet wasn’t strong enough and just buckled in the position, wincing at the thought of hurting her. “Help!” she called out although she doubted anyone could hear with the yelling that encompassed them. 

Ethan did his best to find something, anything, to use as a tourniquet. Table clothes were in abundance but again, it’s too big to use. He went around from table to table and eventually came across someone’s purse they left behind. He didn’t know anything about designers, other than some well known names. Hopefully whoever’s bag this is they won’t be too upset if they see the strap missing. He picked it up and yanked hard on it until it snapped off. He did it for the other side and tossed the purse back down and back towards Sybil. As soon as he neared he heard a cry for help and picked up the pace, assuming the worst. As he got closer he saw Violet on the floor, trying to lift Sybil up. “Wait, wait.” he said as he returned to his knees, thankfully favoring his better one this time, and looked from Violet to Sybil. “I got something to use for the tourniquet.” he said, raising the black straps in one hand. But maybe it’s too late for that? “Are you able to stand or do you need me to carry you?” He looked at Vi, trying not to show how scared he was with the amount of blood on the floor next to them. 

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Sybil could feel the creeping fingers of the lull to fall unconscious. But even in her state she knew what a bad idea that was. If she passed out she knew that it would be dangerous and hard to get her back. She lost too much blood and needed to stay conscious. Ethan had left her though and she felt herself slipping. The girl lifting her helped, even as her eyes fluttered shut for a moment she was pulled out as Violet lifted her up into a sitting position. Or at least tried to. Sybil heard the question and her lips moved but no sound came out. Licking her lips, she tried again and this time she was able to speak. “Sybil.” Came her hoarse response. He sounded far away, but she could swear she heard Ethan again. He swam into her blurry vision once more and she felt a small smile tug at her lips. He tied the tourniquet like she had instructed him earlier and she was grateful for it. In the back of her mind she knew that it would give her a chance for them to try to take her to Mercy. Sybil couldn’t bring herself to answer Ethan, she was getting far too tired. “Awake.” She gasped out. “You need - keep me awake.” 

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irinapetrovax​:

Her answer to the question of how she was doing caused a bit of laughter to stir up and leave Irina’s mouth. It was expected, at least in Irina’s eyes, for Sybil to react that way if anything. The last time they had spoken the blonde had made sure to make it clear that if she kept voicing her dislike of being in the Vipers and made it clear she was going to fight against it in some manner—well she would be dealt with appropriately. “Well that’s good news for you, means you’ll be out of here quicker than most of the others who had run ins at the wedding.” She titled her head, curiosity taking form in her mind. “Did you enjoy the wedding before everything happened? I missed the ceremony, you know, so I just wanted to know if it was as beautiful as everyone else has said.” From the end of the bed she moved around one side, hand hitting the feeling of cloth before she moved to sit on an empty space there. “Oh,” she looked to the door nonchalantly. “Oh I’m in the clear honey, no one has reported us by name, we would know almost immediately. Can you imagine what the punishment for being a snitch would entail anyways?”

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Irina Petrova put Sybil on edge like no one else did. Sybil had been careful since she joined and hadn’t told anyone of her hesitation and dislike for being in this life, except for Ivan. Irina had gotten word of it and clearly put it to the test the last time they met. That combined with her original failure to tell her which room Gerard had been in was enough for her to threaten Sybil. She’d been so stupid to breathe a word of her real thoughts, and she wasn’t going to make the same mistake again. But her last meeting with Irina left Sybil on shaky ground and confused. Was she still in trouble with the blonde or had she managed to claw her way back into good graces with the good jobs she’s done since then? “I lost a fair amount of blood.” Sybil admitted, but they had treated her in time and she was going to be alright. The question of the wedding seemed like a minefield and Sybil wasn’t sure she was up to it. It felt like another test and with the pain meds in her system, she didn’t feel up to the challenge. “I’m a little groggy from the pain killers they have me on.” She started and watched Irina as she sat down. “Is there - is there something you really want to know about the wedding? I’m not following what you want exactly right now” Sybil may be disgusted and angry with how the attack went down, but she never would say anything that would lead to the truth of what really happened. Already she proved her loyalty when she arrived and they tried to understand what happened from her when she was stable. Sybil repeated over and over again that it was a blur and she didn’t remember what happened. The shock, the blood loss, take your pick for what reason she had a fuzzy memory. Her brows furrowed together and she wondered if that was why Irina was here, to see if she would say something. “I don’t want to imagine because I wouldn’t snitch.” She assured Irina, glancing at the other woman. 

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ethan-andrews​:

The Ethan who came to this wedding felt a distant dream, lost in a blood red shimmering, stained with the blood of those either killed or injured due to the domino effect initiated by a single gun shot. The man was far from innocent but what occurred tonight was only seen through Hollywood magic, about to guise it as real when he knew it’s fact. Kate dead in Julia’s lap. The man who ate a bullet Mattie put into him, all due to self defense. Self defense that wasn’t supposed to happen at a motherfucking wedding. Now he has that to live with for the rest of his days. Something Ethan will forever see because one doesn’t forget such a gruesome sight. No, the Ethan before could never return to that ignorant life. Not when he knows such darkness festered in this picturesque city. The Ethan who emerged today knew that instead of running from he will run to. He may be scared but he is able to be there to help people in need. That his drive to be that someone people can rely on in an emergency pumped through him. Was he scared? Yes. Was he angry? YES! That’s what kept him at this farm, that need to be there for people. Friends, strangers..it didn’t matter. But right now his friend needs him, a friend he’s known for year who he cares for immensely. Ethan pressed on the spot she indicated and made sure to not be gentle with it as it could cost her her life. At least that’s what he told himself as he doesn’t know if there are any major arteries at this part of the arm. “Like that?” he asked her unable to hide the worry in his gaze. “Are you able to move yet or do you need to lay longer?” He didn’t want her to stay here not when it felt like they were sitting ducks.

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As Sybil lay there bleeding on the floor, part of her brain concluded that this was what she deserved. She may not have been involved in the plot tonight, nor in the horrors that played out before innocent civilians and children, Sybil still felt all the blood on her hands. These were her people who had started these horrible crimes, she was a part of them and if she survived this she was aware that she’d play the loyal solider and help them cover it all up. Maybe she’d bleed out and it would end it all. At least then she couldn’t do any more harm to anyone. Part of her brain knew she was only thinking these things because the blood loss was mixing with the weight of the horrors of the evening. But that didn’t stop them from going through her head. And they didn’t stop when Ethan knelt beside her and tried to help her with her arm. “Good, hard.” She croaked out. He couldn’t be gentle, he had to put pressure on her so they could try to slow the bleeding as best they could. He looked so worried for her. And even as she instructed him on how to try and help her, she wanted to comfort him. Sybil wanted to tell him it was alright. This is what she deserved. Maybe she should just make him stop so the end wouldn’t be dragged out. Her self preservation was too strong though, and she continued to instruct him. “Tourniquet - you have to make one.” Her voice was hoarse, but he’d have to make one if someone was going to try and take her to Mercy. 

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lcganwalsh​:

Location: Hospital

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Logan heard the familiar beeping, the one that filled his ears not too long ago when he was in the hospital bed, hooked up to wires after being dosed at the gala. He looked at Sybil, realizing it was weird to see the medic needing the ER help, but he smirked, “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to come off as a jackass,” he set his feet up on the foot of the bed as he leaned back, making himself more comfortable, “just weird seeing the nurse being the one worked on, especially when you were digging a bullet out of my arm a month ago.” He played with the black zippo lighter, opening and closing the cover as he relaxed. Finally, retribution for what the Scordatos had done to a member of his own tribe. Even though he was still in deep shit for letting it happen in the first place, there was some satisfaction.

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Laying back on her pillows, Sybil tore her gaze away from the IV she was hooked up to. It was a little strange being on this side of all the medial things. She treated people like this all the time, yet she had never been a patient in a hospital before. But, she was familiar with the process and the whole thing still felt second nature to her - even on the receiving ends of things. “Don’t you? I thought that was your only setting.” Sybil raised her eyebrow at Logan. She had been surprised when he stopped by to visit her, but it was grating on her more than normal that he hadn’t changed his smug attitude since the horrors of the wedding. “Oh, I’m aware of the irony of being in this exact position with this exact wound.” How many times had she treated Vipers for bullet wounds and now she had one herself? “If you don’t put that thing away, I will personally get Jackie in here to shove it so far up your ass.” She eyed his lighter. “You’re in a hospital, Logan. Act like it.” He was like a child sometimes. 

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violetxmarino​:

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Violet had left the conversation with her siblings shaking her head as if the motion would help wake her up from what clearly felt like the worst nightmare. She didn’t know where she was headed and it wasn’t until she heard the sound of someone on the ground did she find herself back in the venue. She didn’t even have time to think about how stupid that was until she was crouching next to the woman. “Can you stand?” she asked pushing back the feeling of being overwhelmed at just how much blood was around her. 

Looming faces had stopped by Sybil as she lay bleeding after the shot rang out and hit her arm. She was loosing blood too quickly and there was no other option. With the Vipers retreating and Sybil knew it would be too hard to find someone to treat her from them, the only clear option was Mercy. Besides, she was a normal civilian tonight and Mercy would be her only option if she truly were a civilian. A face swam into Sybil’s focus once more and she reached out for the girl. “Mercy.” She gasped out. “I need the hospital.” Ethan had done as best as he could with her gasped instructions, but she needed to get to Mercy before she bled out. 

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oftheflxme​:

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Though she shrugged, the smile on her face was too deep, too settled to be false. The amusement wasn’t her own, though, but her mother’s resurfacing after many dormant years. “Absolutely not,” she answered, not holding back the chuckle that bubbled up. “My mother used to make me watch those golden age movies for reference,” Asa explained, head shaking lightly. For the second time in the conversation she delved deeper than she ought to. Even despite knowing the drink in her hand was to blame, she drained the contents, licking the remains from her lips before depositing the empty glass on a nearby table. Her attention returned to Sybil just as her hand rose, brow arching as she opened her mouth to speak. “Just dance with me here,” she mused, unable to care about the date she previously saw on the other’s side early. “It’s fun watching, but I can guarantee it’s more fun to participate.”

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It may not have been much to many other people, but it was a lot to them what Asa was revealing. This was the most Asa had revealed about her past and Sybil was touched she was sharing it with her. “I guess that means you won’t be up to a Grace Kelly marathon next time I come on by?” She teased, but she could tell that the movies didn’t hold a warm place in her heart, perhaps they reminded her too much of her mother. Sybil couldn’t begin to try and pretend she knew what Asa’s relationship with her mother was, but she suspected it wasn’t warm and fuzzy. That she could relate to as Sybil’s was anything but warm and fuzzy with her own mother. “You want me to dance with you?” Sybil asked and laughed softly. “Alright, I’ll agree, but as long as you don’t get mad at me for stepping on your toes.” A part of her was giddy at the thought of getting to dance with Asa. It didn’t matter that both arrived with someone else, this was going to be a fun little private moment. She let the dark haired woman pull her into a hold and followed her instructions of where to place her hands. With both in the hold Asa wanted, Sybil moved with the more skilled dancer and couldn’t keep the giggles that slid from her lips. She was no great dancer, and she had stepped on Asa’s toes a few times, but over all the dance was just as much fun as Asa promised. 

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sybilsbclat​:

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She didn’t think it was wise to say out loud the reason she was so jumpy was who was amongst the guests of honor. Sybil had stumbled across a Scordato wedding accidentally and walked in on the arms of the brother of the bride. Since the moment she arrived and took stock of who was here, she’d been trying to keep her cool and to act like a normal civilian. “I was just lost in my thoughts.” Sybil defended, but she felt her jaw fall open at his words and she straightened up and rolled her eyes. “A church mouse? In this dress? I’d love to see what you actually think someone who’s not a church mouse dresses like.” The dress as sexy, it hugged every curve and showed off her best assets without being trashy. Even Logan had just ogled her breasts in this dress. Church mouse indeed! “Little tip for you, girls don’t typically like it when you forget their names. I only hope you remember what it is before you run into her again.” She laughed, believing him since Sybil was not alerted to any plans that were in motion tonight. “I didn’t trick anyone, he asked me to go with him the other day.” Sybil didn’t want to spill that it was the brother of the bride, or that they had both been drunk at the moment of their first meeting. Those were just a touch too embarrassing. 

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He eyed her, “I meant that attitude,” he smirked at her, grabbing one of the appetizers the waiters walked around with, “if the attitude matched the dress, you and I both would be toasting to the bride and groom with a glass of our favorite drinks.” He had ogled her once in that dress and wasn’t afraid to do it again. Right now, Logan didn’t care if he came off as an asshole, because he is an asshole. Shrugging, “I doubt she even cares about me,” he continued to lie, “I think I’m her arm candy to make someone jealous.” He sighed as he leaned against the bar, “I think I’ll be fine, honestly.” He wasn’t here as someone’s date, he was here on a mission and waited for the bell to be rung, metaphorically. He turned back towards sybil and smiled, “but don’t worry, I’ll never forget yours, Sybil.” Logan motioned to the room, “well, where is this prince charming of yours, I should meet him,” he grinned, “see if he’s even worth your time.” He was screwing with her, just to see her squirm. His eyes found Lottie’s across the room, “on second thought, I think I’m going to try my hand at one of the other bars and see if I have better luck,” he walked off into the garden.

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sybilsbclat​:

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Sybil had been to a fair share of weddings from those she knew at Mercy, but it was safe to say anyone outside her normal civilian part of her life was not the type to have weddings like this either. Once upon a time Sybil had dreamed of getting married, she wanted the picture perfect wedding with a happy family and kids in the future. But since she joined the Vipers she felt like that would only now ever stay a fantasy. 

If it were possible, her cheeks only turned more red as Aeva teased her. “I didn’t know he was the bride’s brother when I agreed.” She admitted in embarrassment. Phillip was nice, he really was great, but she hadn’t thought how deep in the wedding she’d be when she agreed to the random date with the guy she met at the bar. “No! I mean, he’s a great guy, and really good looking. But I don’t think I’d have agreed if I knew he was the bride’s brother. It feels a bit more serious to attend with him than with some random person attending the wedding.” Plus there were far too many Scordatos here than she had wanted to be around and hadn’t known would be here. 

   “Talk about a surprise, I suppose?” Attending a wedding with the bride’s brother clearly was unexpected, but it sure sounded like the start of the plot of any classic rom com. “I say you take it as a compliment. He could have gone with anyone, but he chose you. That’s high honour.” she reassured her, wanting her to feel good about the date, despite the clear uneasiness that could come with it.

   “Which is why I think you should get back to him and entertain him.” Aeva urged, placing her hands gently on Sybil’s shoulder, moving behind the woman to slowly nudge and push her off towards the right direction. “I’m sure he’d love to enjoy your company.” she remarked, further hyping Sybil up. “And then you should definitely tell me all about him later.” she joked, chuckling as she waved her off. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. But do enjoy yourself, okay? Off you go.” At the very least, she hoped she gave her friend a good nudge, straight towards her date for today.

– end. ( Pre Plot Drop – Marchand Wedding )

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katcrinax​:

“I didn’t know what to expect when I was approached with my invitation.” Kat told her friend softly before looking around. The room was filled with some familiar faces and a lot more that were completely new to her. She knew what Sybil meant and that statement alone kept her on her toes, her ears peeled for the sound of a familiar name since that was easier to match than most of the faces. “I’m having a god time so far, we’ll see how long that lasts.” The brunette added with a laugh, staying by the bar had been helping her mood. “I came with a man named Harrison, what about you?” 

While Sybil mostly kept to herself amongst the Vipers and didn’t get involved in the politics, she was greatly relieved to know that she hadn’t been the only one to stumble into the wedding without being aware of how deep in enemy territory she’d be. It seemed Katarina hadn’t known what to expect as well and that made Sybil feel a little less dumb. “I don’t know a Harrison, but I’m sure if you came with him he’s a good guy.” She grinned. “I came with Phil-” She broke off as she saw him approaching her. “Actually there’s my date right now, his name is Phillip and looks like he’s looking for me.” Grabbing her drink, she waved by to Katarina and went to join Phillip.

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r-scordato​:

   “Perhaps…” He was merely teasing, of course. “But in all seriousness, you can have it.”

   The mention of his leg had Rocco glancing briefly down onto said limb, before looking back to her with a gigantic smile. “My leg is feeling great, thank you very much. Took a few days to ease into it but it’s certainly all good now. Although I don’t think I thanked you profusely enough.” he said, always one to show his gratitude as he was. “Which really, I must keep extending to you.” 

(PRE PLOT DROP - MARCHAND WEDDING)

It was a good ploy, honestly a good try on his part. Sybil knew that calling someone pretty could easily guilt them into sharing. But, she wanted the cookie too much. Sybil didn’t share her food, it was the one thing she loved too much. She took a bite as he inspected and stretched out his leg. “I’m glad to hear it.” She spoke after swallowing and knew he’d be fine. He hadn’t seriously injured it that day. “You don’t have to thank me, anyone would have done the same.” A small prickle of embarrassment tickled her, she wasn’t used to being thanked for doing something that seemed like second nature to her. Finishing the macaroon, she caught sight of Phillip heading her way. “Well, I hope you can get your own macaroon soon. Good catching up with you again.” With a fleeting smile, Sybil left the Scordato and was glad her cover was still intact with him. 

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irinapetrovax​:

Where: Mercy Hospital, Sybil’s room

Who: @sybilsbclat​

( post event )

“How funny is it that someone who works here in the hospital, saves lives all of the time, actually ends up in her own room with a gunshot wound.” Irina gave a shake of her head, there was a small hint of tease in her voice but a part of her felt as if Sybil might just take it as her talking down to her more than anything. “How is the wound holding up anyways? You’re probably going to need stitches right?” The blonde moved form standing at the door to now placing herself at the end of the bed, hand running along the metal rod. “Do you get your own pick of who does the surgery for you? I figure since you work here they kind of ask you who you’d want instead of just putting any ole john on the case.” she continued running her hand along the edge of the bed before releasing a long sigh. “How are you holding up though, truly?”

Sybil was perhaps one of the few people who could sleep peacefully in a hospital. The constant noises, people coming in and out, the beeping and more never bothered her. They were familiar to her in a way that could almost be described as comforting. And she truly needed something familiar and comforting right now. When she closed her eyes, she saw the reception over and over again. The horrified looks of the civilians and innocents who had witnessed the brutal murder. The revenge and brutality was no shock to Sybil, she’d been in this life for four years now. She knew what they were really like. But to do something like that in front of innocents who had nothing to do with the war and children? That was what she couldn’t forgive, what made her feel sick. Sybil was a part of that life though, even if she had no part in the plan, and perhaps that was why a part of her brain thought she deserved to have gotten shot. The familiar voice cut through her slumber and Sybil was instantly awake. Irina. She processed the tease in Irina’s voice, but Sybil was still on edge and couldn’t figure if it were playful or something with more malice. “Very funny.” She murmured and felt unsure of her visitor. “I don’t think they let me pick anyone who treats me. But I know they will get me the best. We look out for our own here.” Sybil responded, she’d had so many visits from her coworkers. Sitting up more and wincing slightly at the pain from her arm she eyed Irina. Surely the other woman didn’t truly care about Sybil’s well-being. Not when she had previously threatened her. “I’ll be fine. Nothing vital was hit.” She had lost a fair amount of blood though, which was why her stay was going to be longer than she expected. “Should you be here?” Sybil asked, eying the door. Since being delivered here, she’d been out of the loop on how things stood. Was Irina wanted now or was it all being kept contained?