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Can I help you?
The Brink
bridget-kildare:
Bridget took a sip from the bottle before placing it on the tray next to the bed. “Probably will get a few “told you so”’s in there too…”
She leaned back against the pillow and gave up trying to keep her eyes open. She felt a twinge of guilt as she thought about how rude it was to Phoebe. She could almost hear her father’s voice scolding her….
Her father… “Phoebe.. Town’s quarantined right?” Bridget mumbled in her half asleep state. “Don’t want my family here… might catch it…”
Phoebe smiled slightly. “Yeah, probably. You’re really lucky actually. I was really worried that you weren’t going to make it.”
“I don’t know about the town, but we haven’t contacted your family, so I don’t think they’re on their way. Unless Freya knew how to get a hold of them, there’s no way they’d know.”
A few moments later, Phoebe noticed how Bridget’s eyes were beginning to droop. She quietly stood up, and headed for the door, passing by the doctor that was on her way in.
The Brink
“Not very long. I just wanted to make sure that you were a bit better before I left…” Phoebe nodded, chewing her lip gently. She didn’t want to lose anyone else to this fucked up disease.
Phoebe flinched slightly at Bridget’s touch, and pulled back. “Sorry, I know you’re trying to be supportive, and everything, but…” She didn’t let anyone touch her without her explicit say so, and the damned funeral put her no touching rule to the test. She didn’t want anyone else just touching her.
“They’ll be in really soon. Probably another five minutes at most. They’re just…They’re really busy here.”
“Hmm…” Bridget’s eyes had drifted shut. She forced them open as a small fit of coughs began. Her arms wrapped instinctively around her chest in response to the pain in her ribs. Tears began to form in her eyes but she forced them back.
“Think my rib’s broken..” Her voice wavered a little bit. She swallowed and tried to steady it. “Thanks for staying… I… umm…”
Bridget’s words caught in her throat. Now that she was beginning to think a bit clearer the reality of where she was was setting in. Hospitals had made her uncomfortable before but after the accident… well, being in one was near unbearable. Phoebe’s presence was helping more that she probably realized. But what about the other patients? If Phoebe was spending time with her it meant that she wasn’t healing them. After a gulp Bridget managed a small whisper. “Ah… Do they need your help?”
bridget-kildare:
“Hmm…” Bridget’s eyes had drifted shut. She forced them open as a small fit of coughs began. Her arms wrapped instinctively around her chest in response to the pain in her ribs. Tears began to form in her eyes but she forced them back.
“Think my rib’s broken..” Her voice wavered a little bit. She swallowed and tried to steady it. “Thanks for staying… I… umm…”
Bridget’s words caught in her throat. Now that she was beginning to think a bit clearer the reality of where she was was setting in. Hospitals had made her uncomfortable before but after the accident… well, being in one was near unbearable. Phoebe’s presence was helping more that she probably realized. But what about the other patients? If Phoebe was spending time with her it meant that she wasn’t healing them. After a gulp Bridget managed a small whisper. “Ah… Do they need your help?”
Phoebe shook her head gently. “Just relax.” She said quietly, grabbing a botle of water nearby to hand to Bridget.
“It’s no trouble. I just...I don’t like leaving before my job is finished.” Phoebe explained quickly. “I mean...You were pretty bad off. I needed to make sure...” She repeated softly.
Phoebe looked up at the clock. “Probably not yet. They’d come grab me if it was urgent. I do have people that I should check on soon though. Plus I’m sure Freya wants to get in here and bother you.” She grinned slightly.
The Brink
Bridget relaxed at Phoebe’s mention of Freya. She should have known she’d be close by. If she had to guess, the blonde was probably pacing the hall right now and would jump Phoebe as soon as she left the room.
A faint wry smile appeared on Bridget’s lips at what Freya had called her. She’d probably be getting an earful later about how much of a stubborn ass she was straight from the source.
The small smile disappeared and her brow creased slightly when she heard the pain in Phoebe’s voice. Wincing, she managed to raise her arm enough to place her hand on Phoebe’s. She used the little strength she had to give what she hoped was a reassuring squeeze. She paused a moment before following Phoebe’s change of subject.
“Okay… How long’s that gonna take? I’m tired… Don’t wanna… fall asleep on them…”
“Not very long. I just wanted to make sure that you were a bit better before I left...” Phoebe nodded, chewing her lip gently. She didn’t want to lose anyone else to this fucked up disease.
Phoebe flinched slightly at Bridget’s touch, and pulled back. “Sorry, I know you’re trying to be supportive, and everything, but...” She didn’t let anyone touch her without her explicit say so, and the damned funeral put her no touching rule to the test. She didn’t want anyone else just touching her.
“They’ll be in really soon. Probably another five minutes at most. They’re just...They’re really busy here.”
If anyone has any symptoms immediately come to the hospital!
Qamar nodded, his fever going down just a bit if felt like. “Thank you very much. I’ll…go by the hospital later and just rest up for now.”
“Make sure to get a lot of fluids. We’ve had a lot of people getting in trouble with dehydration from their fevers and everything.”
The Brink
Bridget relaxed as the dizzy spell passed. The hospital? How had she gotten there? The blonde… Freya, it had to have been Freya. Where was she?
Bridget’s fists clenched as she panicked slightly at the thought of being left alone at the hospital. Phoebe continued talking but she had trouble focusing on exactly what the brunette was saying.
She pried her eyes open to look at Phoebe again. She frowned. Had Phoebe just apologized to her? What for? For not doing a better job healing her? “No. No… s’my fault. She told me… didn’t listen.” The warmth Bridget had felt had begun to fade. Her muscles began to ache and she was painfully aware of how raw her throat had become from the coughing. “Thank you…”
Phoebe gave another smile. “Yeah, um...Freya’s outside.” She nodded. “She said she had to call the ambulance.” Phoebe said slowly. “She also said that you were quote, “stubborn as an ass.” She added with a smile.
“It’s no trouble. I’m just trying to finish what my brother started to do.” Phoebe mumbled painfully. She bit her lip, looking down, silently wishing she didn’t bring up Dimitri.
“But um...yeah, the doctors will be in to check you over, and then Freya can come in.” Phoebe refocused the conversation.
The Brink
Bridget felt warm, but it wasn’t like the heat waves from before. This was gentle, soothing even. The sharp pain in her chest began to dull. Was she dying? No… this was something else.
Her coughs quieted and slowed until she was able to breathe in between them. Each breath stung as it moved in and out of her lungs, but she was breathing again. As relief flooded through her she became aware of a hand pressed against her forehead.
It took a minute for Bridget to open her eyes. Disoriented, her sluggishly scanned the room until her gaze found the brunette woman sitting in the chair beside her. She looked familiar… “I… gave you muffins… right? You’re… Phoebe…” Bridget closed her eyes again as a wave of nausea hit. Thankfully, it wasn’t anywhere near as strong as it had been before. “Wh-where am I…”
Phoebe smiled softly, nodding. “Yeah, you gave me muffins.” She sighed, looking around for a minute. There wasn’t any way that Bridget would have any clue as to where she was. “You’re in the hospital. You caught that thing that’s going around. That horrible plague.”
Another quiet moment passed. “You’re going to be lid up here for a while. I healed you, but it takes a bit to take affect. It might be a while before you’re up and moving again. If you’d come in earlier you’d probably be able to leave soon, but since you were so bad off it’ll take a while. Sorry.” Phoebe smiled sheepishly. “I’m not...I haven’t used my powers a lot, so I’m a little out of practice.”
The Brink
Bridget’s screams had died off long before they wheeled her through the doors of the hospital. Her coughs had worsened further and it had become difficult for her to breathe.
Some part of her was dimly aware of being jostled, of the sound of urgent voices, of the fluorescent lights passing quickly overhead. Her consciousness began to slip as the pain and dizziness kept worsening.
No.. She had to hang on… Falling asleep… not good… But so much… pain… oh God… make it stop…
She didn’t even notice as the gurney stopped and someone approached it.
Phoebe was making her rounds at the hospital.Se saw the red head being wheel past, and instantly recognized her. Someone with the team beckoned her as they wheeled the young woman into her room, and set her into the hospital bed.
The EMT’s said something to Phoebe about a baby, and a pregnancy..As soon as the room cleared, Phoebe moved next to Bridget’s bed, placing her hand on the woman’s forehead. The warm, golden glow surrounded Bridget. Phoebe could tell that there was only one person that she was healing, not two. She really hoped tat the EMT’s ad been mistaken.
Phoebe took a seat next to Bridget’s bed, waiting until the woman woke up.
If anyone has any symptoms immediately come to the hospital!
Qamar stayed still as Phoebe did…whatever it was that she was doing. He was filled with a warmth. “Hm…I do feel a bit better…thank you, very much.”
Phoebe gave a small smile. “Good. I mean, you’ll probably still feel like shit for a bit. Take it easy for a while. In a couple weeks someone will come and check your blood for signs of this thing going around, or you can come to the hospital. Most likely it’ll be completely out of your system. Hopefully.”
This isn’t my fault...
Sorry. I… I’m sorry. I’m just… freaking out.
I know. I know.
I didn’t mean to snap, I just...you know.
If anyone has any symptoms immediately come to the hospital!
Qamar coughed into his hand and looked up at her. “I…I think that would work best…don’t want it to get worse.”
“Okay, just hold still, okay?”
Phoebe gently placed a hand against Qamar’s forehead and shut her eyes, concentrating on forcing the disease out. A golden glow came from her hand and encased Qamar in it’s warmth. After Phoebe felt the disease leave him, she let go. “Feeling better?”
This isn’t my fault...
How can you be so sure? People are dying… What if one of our friends end up getting sick?
Yeah, I kind of fucking noticed that people are dying, Elyse..
This isn’t my fault...
I… But… Okay…
I just don’t want anyone else to get hurt because of me… I can’t let that happen again. And if this is my fault, I have no idea how to fix it. I’ve never been able to fix it..
It’s okay. We’re figuring out what’s happening, and how to keep everyone safe.
Really. It’s going to be okay.
If anyone has any symptoms immediately come to the hospital!
“Fever and delirium mostly…”
“Yeah, that’s not good. Do you...I can heal you if you want...”
This isn’t my fault...
Because I… I’ve seen something similar. People I loved, they got sick out of nowhere. And it was my fault… What if this is my fault too?
Elyse...No one knows what is causing this...You can’t just assume that it is your fault, okay? Even if you did have something to do with it...it’s not like you had any control over what happened, okay?
This isn’t my fault...
It’s not stupid. It’s just… I’m scared they might be there because of me. Maybe I… maybe my control is slipping, I don’t know…
Don’t hesitate, okay? I’ll do whatever I can to help you. I don’t want you to feel like you need to deal with this on your own.
Why would you think that?
I wont. I just...I’m okay. I’ve got my work at the hospital to keep me busy.
If anyone has any symptoms immediately come to the hospital!
“I suppose I should come in for a check-up.”
Yeah?
What symptoms do you have?