losing my mind just a little || owldog
@mickeyfiitz
she wasn’t sure if she was welcome. she wasn’t sure if he’d even want to see her. but Sebastian told her where they were, and Nathalie sure wasn’t going to be welcoming her into the fold with open arms any time soon, and... and they’d lost the egg as far as she could tell -- which they might not have if they had another driver and hacker on the case -- but they did. and no matter how she sliced it, every step of the way, Athena felt as though she were the one to blame. she chose Mickey, but didn’t find him, didn’t get to him, practically made things worse with her dumb birthday/Christmas gift. she didn’t choose the egg and pissed off her mastermind and deprived them all of resources... she was falling apart. she had messed up. and now she was worried the only thing vaguely resembling a maternal figure she had left was going to turn her back on her.
bad day in all.
her feet carried her all the way to the floor he was staying on, but she stopped outside, in the waiting room. what was she doing here? there was no one else from her crew around... it would just be the Vincents. and what did she even have to say to him? she came all the way here, so she might as well peek to see how he’s doing generally, but... well there was no reason he had to know she’d come, right?
“excuse me?” she turned to a nurse who was passing. “i’m looking for a man who must’ve been recently admitted? Mickey Fitz?” please don’t be using an alias.
“Michael?” the nurse scanned her over -- all sympathetic warmth and tender care -- and likely deemed her trustworthy... and suitably worried from the look in her eyes. “you poor dear. must’ve had a bit of a scare there with him. it’s not the worst i‘ve seen around here though. not by a mile. c’mon... i’ll bring you to him.”
as she walked, she just kept repeating to herself, just a peek in, then make an excuse. see him breathing and walk away. but that was shattered when the nurse, well-meaning though she was, burst into the room with a cheery smile, all but leading her in, careful in case Mickey were sleeping. “now don’t be any trouble now! he’s meant to be resting, and you can’t crowd him. but why don’t you sit down right on over here,” she gestured to a chair, “and stay as long as you’d like, we believe friends and family help the healing process here, so our visiting hours are 24/7. let us know if you need a cot, yeah?” a cot?! as in i’m sleeping here? but before the shock could wear off and Athena could protest, the nurse was gone, and she was alone in the room with Mickey.
“gave the team a scare there, Fitz...” she mumbled, glancing at him with the closest she could come to an unaffected facade.