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sayitwithpocky2012-11-10 11:34 pm
bandagedbandit) wrote in sayitwithpocky2012-11-10 11:34 pm
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Because putting our characters' hearts through the wringer is our fave recreational activity
[Getting phone calls at awkward times of day informing that Clarissa had been in an accident was something Silver had probably adjusted to by now, but for the message to be delivered as heavily as this is something sickeningly new.
The call comes early in the morning, an unknown number flashing on Silver's PokeGear. The voice on the end of the line isn't Clarissa's, like it almost always has been before, her speech peppered with curses and pained yelps, or slurred by painkillers. This time it's an unknown woman whose voice has that slow and authoritative tone to it, weighed with that certain familiar seriousness that tends to make hearts and stomachs do a 180-degree rotation and tie each other in knots.
When Silver reaches the hospital a grave-faced doctor sits him down in an office and lays out the facts about Clarissa's serious head injuries and unconscious state. She might not live past the next couple of days, and even if she does there's no guarantee that she'll wake up again; they tell him to brace for the worst, and ask him things like whether she has family.
As Silver enters Clarissa's room in the intensive care unit, he'll find lying in bed with an oxygen mask strapped to her face. Most visible areas of skin are covered in huge dark bruises and one of her arms is in a splint, but more disconcerting is the thick bandaging around her head. She's surrounded by wires and machines, her slow heartbeat etched out in green light by the monitor at her bedside.]
The call comes early in the morning, an unknown number flashing on Silver's PokeGear. The voice on the end of the line isn't Clarissa's, like it almost always has been before, her speech peppered with curses and pained yelps, or slurred by painkillers. This time it's an unknown woman whose voice has that slow and authoritative tone to it, weighed with that certain familiar seriousness that tends to make hearts and stomachs do a 180-degree rotation and tie each other in knots.
When Silver reaches the hospital a grave-faced doctor sits him down in an office and lays out the facts about Clarissa's serious head injuries and unconscious state. She might not live past the next couple of days, and even if she does there's no guarantee that she'll wake up again; they tell him to brace for the worst, and ask him things like whether she has family.
As Silver enters Clarissa's room in the intensive care unit, he'll find lying in bed with an oxygen mask strapped to her face. Most visible areas of skin are covered in huge dark bruises and one of her arms is in a splint, but more disconcerting is the thick bandaging around her head. She's surrounded by wires and machines, her slow heartbeat etched out in green light by the monitor at her bedside.]
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Deep down he always knew it'd come down to this, given her track record. One of these days she would really get herself killed, and that's part of why he'd been fighting his feelings so hard. (The other part being, of course, that she was always picking on him. Funny how that doesn't even matter now.)
He was used to her getting herself almost killed, she was the woman who ended up in the hospital after tripping and landing on a fucking tree branch after all. Every time she'd end up in this situation he'd hide his worry behind anger, then pick on her for being such a clumsy idiot.
But right now all of that seems a million miles away. This isn't just a case of "oh, she tripped and hit her head and needs to be waited on hand and foot", she's fucking dying.
And he doesn't know what he'd do without her.]
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The doctors go back over everything that had been discussed with Silver the day before, talking a little more about Clarissa's chances of recovery. It's not impossible but the risks are high, and any trauma to her brain is difficult for them to judge at this point in time. The opportunity for on-site grief counselling is tactfully offered, but in terms of help for anything other than Silver's emotional state, nothing can be done but to keep Clarissa under observation and wait.
They say they'll grant him time to visit her unescorted today, but it can't be long.]
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Damn it. Just...
[He can't even be scared looking at her, he knew this would happen. He did, so why is he even upset?
Because she's dying. The doctors said there's a small chance, but in doctor-talk that doesn't mean anything.
She's dying.
His throat tightens and he swallows back oncoming tears as he sits beside her bed.]
...hey. [stupid comment is stupid but it's all he's got. Even if she won't answer.]
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But...she might hear. Maybe. If Silver keeps trying. Hearing is the sense that usually experiences the least deterioration, even if a person is dying.
Either way that doesn't change the fact that the room remains deathly quiet, save for the hums and beeps of machines.]
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[In stupid movies and stories, a heartfelt love confession or a screaming plea for them not to die usually wakes them up. But Silver is not that kind of person. So she'll have to settle for him saying words in a numb voice]
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Guess I never really prepared for this. I knew it'd happen, but you always bounce back...