Aideen can play doe eyed and stupid at the drop of a hat when needed it unfortunately became a skill she had to hone pretty quickly. While she'll be careful about who she doles it out to because she doesn't want to get called on it, she absolutely has in the past, and may in the future try it to get what she wants.
Grace hums softly, the smile on her face grows a little wider. At least there’s something good throughout all this - a baby is one thing. “That’s great, glad she’s doing well. It’s not often I get to see the little ones.” Yet her question perks her up again, brows knit in confusion. In all honesty this is meant to be her job & her job alone.
“Well…” Grace glances down at the papers again, notes sprawled out in Joseph’s messy handwriting. “It’s just a bit of a mess at the moment, all my work got mixed together so I’m having to go back through them and sort them out into piles.” She bites down on her lip, just a bit is an understatement. It’s gotten worse these past few weeks, note taking, stock lists, sermon papers - it goes on.
“I have a few things that need to go to John, Jacob and Faith. Mostly stock lists.” Flicking through she then shrugs. “A couple sermon notes that Joseph has coming up…and some other private bits but I can deal with that myself.” Glancing up at the woman she gives a questionable look. “I’m not sure if you’d be up for doing it.”
Ava always did make got a good talking point (One of the few topics that got Aideen willingly running her mouth; otherwise she typically was content to sit and speak when spoken to), Aideen relaxing as Grace hums and her smile widens.
It's not often I get to see the little ones. While most of the families were tucked away in the Valley near John's bunkers, with her medical training she was sent where she needed and well- the question of what to do with Ava during those times was a bit of a sore spot with Aideen.
But she'd rather not think about that, head tilting as Grace explained her predicament with the paperwork.
There's no real curiosity piqued at Grace mentioning private items that she'll deal with herself. Aideen learned long before Eden's Gate to not stick her nose where it didn't belong, and with how fully ingratiated she was in the Project, "don't look" meant Aideen would not even consider looking.
"I can't make any promises, but I can try. And if it makes it easier, I can take the stack for Jacob back with me when I leave today." She's only down for a short time period before moving back to the Whitetails. If it lessened a bit of the load on Grace's plate, she could help sort and then take the stack with her. It didn't particularly matter to the medic one way or another, but if she could help someone then she would.
[[Placing under a cut just to be cautious wee. Aideen gets rocked by an escaped prisoner.]]
Her head feels like it is going to split in half and her shoulder isn't not happy with her either.
Distantly she can hear the Chosen speak to her, but it sounds like he’s under water. There’s also two of him, which she knows is not good. There should only be one.
Definitely a concussion. Hopefully her shoulder is just soft tissue damage. Whatever the damage, Aideen would gladly take it over the alternative.
There’s something wet on her face, her fingers lightly touching near her cheekbone only to pull away bloody.
He’d hit her hard then. It certainly felt like from the way her ears were ringing.
He being the sinner who’d managed to slip his leash unbeknownst to anyone. The one who Aideen had stumbled across blindly when turning a corner, literally.
She expects to see a red covered face. St Francis is crawling in Chosen, the number of people whose faces are uncovered far outnumbered.
She knows the face of everyone who does not don that particular shade of red in these halls, and she doesn’t know him. Alarm bells immediately go off as her brain processes what’s in front of her.
For a split second she’d pondered how to alert the others- she certainly couldn’t sit by and let him continue to just stroll around the grounds, but Aideen was not a soldier and ill equipped to detain him herself.
No telling who was more startled. What she did know though was that whether the sinner didn’t notice that Aideen had a 10 month old baby in her arms, being worn in her little wrap as she often did, or simply didn’t care- he saw Aideen as an obstacle to go through.
As quiet as Aideen chooses to be, she can very much so be heard when she wants to be.
She knew the moment he’d decided she was a threat to be dealt with, spinning away and attempting to bolt with a shriek. She was in no position to defend herself or her daughter here in the hallway, but if she could just make it back to the medical wing- Jackson was gone but there were a host of sharp things she can use to ward him off until someone comes to investigate her screaming.
Fingers laced through her hair, tight at the back of her skull. She’s aware of him forcing her into the wall- Aideen in that moment had a choice to make; attempt to defend herself or ensure she could protect her child. It wasn’t much of a choice at all, the decision made as soon as she recognized what’s about to occur.
As the attacker attempted to slam her bodily into the wall, she forced her shoulder to roll in, to avoid being made to crush her own daughter, her other hand bracing against the wall to keep her from rocking forward. The pain that laced up her injured arm competing for attention with the stars that bloomed from her temple.
For what little it was worth, she attempted to kick at him. Tried to do something. Didn’t just lay there and take it, though she’d gladly suffer her wounds to ensure her child’s safety.
She could hear shouting, footsteps. Her attacker pried off of her before he can slam her head against the corner of the wall a second time, a firm hand guiding her away and further down the hall. If not for that firm hold on her, she likely wouldn't have made it to their destination as readily as she did..
It's not until her knees buckle under her that she realizes that while she followed the request to sit, she hadn't even made sure that the chair was lined behind her properly. Thankfully it was, although that was pure luck on her end.
"I'll be fine," she isn't able to really say she is fine, evident by the blood and the fact that she's looking over his left shoulder rather than at him.
It belatedly occurs to her that Ava should be hysterical, and the one thing that isn't ringing in Aideen's ears is the sound of her daughter crying. While the infant's face is scrunched up in displeasure, she hasn't tipped over to crying yet. When Aideen is able to really think on that, she'll start to acknowledge the fact that her green eyed child is odd and doesn't always respond as one might expect.
The room is stabilizing, not spinning so badly now she's had some time to recover. The blood still oozes from her wound- she'll survive. It is not lost on her that usually this situation is reversed, typically a Chosen placed in her care rather than vice versa.
Even after the ~ year and a half she’s been in the project Pre-Reaping, Aideen’s #1 fear is still her husband.
Which is interesting because objectively she’s in a far more dangerous predicament a) being in the Project and b) being in the Whitetails/VC specifically, but her absolutely terror of her husband overrides everything else.
Naturally he’s going to find a way to fuck this up for her tho lmao Im still figuring out the hows and whys
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