The Aftermath of the Full Moon @ 04:15 pm
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March 8th, 2012Comments
Waiting had not really been easy for Sera. She had cried, paced the room, cried some more, texted Jenny, smoked half a pack of cigarettes, spoke to the healers every chance she got. She even went to the hospital owlery and sent an owl home, mostly to her mother but she had her hopes that her father would show up as well. Surely even he wasn't that awful of a person, Tatum was his daughter, and he would want to know, right? She knew that her mother would. She could only imagine her reaction if she found out later and hadn't been told.
She hated to joke with her sister's condition still as it was, but Madeline would probably kill both of them. She was always still asking and worrying about Tatum, after all, even if the redhead didn't believe it. She hadn't heard back from either of her parents yet, but assumed that her mother would show up once she got word. Her father too, hopefully, even if she didn't think Tatum was remotely ready to forgive him for everything. If he even bothered to show up at all, maybe this as sad as it was, would be what he needed to see how wrong he had been about pushing them away. This was his last chance really, as she saw it. If he couldn't look past his stupid out-dated beliefs and be there for his daughter when she needed him, when they both needed him, then that was it. There would be no second chances for forgiveness later, no going back on any of it. If he didn't show his face at some point in this hospital, he was dead to her. Sera had only been in to visit Tatum for a few minutes so far, after she had gotten out of surgery, but at that point she had still been unconscious. Before she woke up, the hospital had tried to keep anyone who wasn't family out of the room, just to give her some rest time before she was smothered with other visitors. Sera had been expecting to have to put up a fight to get Mack in with her, expecting them to claim that she wasn't technically family, but everyone actually seemed surprisingly understanding of everything. It was a good thing, really, she didn't think she had enough energy right now to fight with anyone. She had already yelled at Hunter a few times. Waiting a bit before she went back into Tatum's room as she began to wake up, giving Mack a chance to get some alone time with her first. Once the room was empty, she peeked in to see if Tatum had dozed off again. If she did, she would just come back later, rest was very important for her sister right now. Surgery had gone well, from what she had heard, but still needed time for her body to heal up and get better, and that wasn't happening without rest. Seeing Tatum's eyes at least partially open, she hurried over to the other girl's bedside, leaning down and kissing her sister's forehead. "How are you doing, sis?" she managed, choking up the moment she spoke. Tatum was cleaned up considerably, compared to how Michi had described finding her, but it was still all hard to take in. Whatever had gotten her definitely hadn't gone easy on her. "I'm sorry I give you such a hard time," she got out, just barely. "You scared me."
People coming into the room and waking her up was becoming a routine, and Tatum supposed that she ought to just get used to it. She wasn't the most popular girl at school, but even with just her small circle of friends and family, they were keeping her busy. Sam and Mack had been in already, and neither conversation had left her feeling very good, between Sam's news about her attack and her bickering with Mackenzie. She was alive though, just incredibly sore and groggy, as Sera made her way into her room.
Receiving a kiss on the forehead from her little sister was the last thing she expected, and she had been half dozing, perking up a little as the brunette spoke to her. "Oh s-sick, cooties.. get the f-fuck outta here," she coughed, very slowly propping herself up on her pillows and reaching up to press a hand against her forehead. She noticed Sera choking up, and she felt a little bad, feeling her own eyes welling up a little despite herself. She had a feeling this hospital stay was definitely going to bring it's share of visitors and it's share of crying. She was touched, honestly, that the younger girl was so upset. They were never especially close, or at least they were never a pair known for admitting how close they really were, but she was very happy to see her sister there. She was the only family Tatum had left at this point, and they had to do sappy things like be around for each other, especially in the worst of times. This was the worst Tatum could remember ever feeling, so it was about right. "H-How much do I look like s-shit?" she asked, looking up at Sera and managing a rather weak smile. Tatum was taken back slightly by the brunette's apology, and she balked softly. "If y-you.. weren't a hardass, I'd b-be freaked out. It's y-your job," she muttered. "I didn't mean to s-scare anybody.. b-but everybody keeps s-saying that." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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