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Who: Andre and Adelaide Jordan
What: She's waking up to some bad news!
Where: St. Mungo's
When: Like a week or so after the earthquake, apparently Cristina fails at telling Leigh she's tagged :[
Status: Finishing in comments!
Andre Jordan was having the worst week ever. He had thought he had hit rock bottom when he found his wife buried in rubble in the nursery, but no, the week just got worse and worse. The first day Andre obsessed over her charts, her vitals, everything. He yelled at two nurses and one healer.
On the second day, Andre was banned from looking at Adelaide's chart. They said he was to involved. That he couldn't be his wife's healer and that he needed to let the healers assigned to her case do their job unhindered. He yelled at three interns, one nurse, and two healers.
On the third day Adelaide's chart was charmed so Andre couldn't even touch it, because he didn't listen. Sure he trusted his fellow healers to take care of her, but they weren't him and Adelaide had to have the absolute best. And why should the fact that he was family deter him? Andre didn't pull his wand on anyone. That was just a rumor.
On the fifth day, Mark made an appearance and physically pulled him out of the room, yelling at him for not letting anyone heal the gash that ran across his cheek. He then informed him that he was now being held to the visiting hours that everyone else was held to and those were now over so he should go home and see to his son, the sitter he hired couldn't watch him forever. Andre instead went to the Spell Damage floor and went back to work.
On the sixth day, Andre was banned from the hospital unless he was visiting his wife, during visiting hours, under the excuse that he was under to much stress and too sleep deprived to practice. What the hell did they know anyways.
One thing they did learn over this period of time though was to stay out of his way. And it was always some intern whom he was sure lost some bet that had to come tell him that it was time to go. And escort him out the building. But Andre didn't think about that right now. He still had three hours until visiting hours ended.
Andre sat on the edge of Adelaide's bed and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear trying his best not to cry, again. "Johnson said you were doing better. I told him that he was full of shit because you still haven't woken up yet. That he needed to do his job better. He said comments like that were the reason I'm banned from touching your chart. Not that I don't believe you're not getting better because you are, bones have healed and most of your organs are functioning again, but you're not awake. You're not better until you are." Andre spent most of his time talking to Adelaide. He didn't know if she heard him or not, but he was sure she would want to know what was going on. "You got more flowers today. From the Burton's. They were the last of the parents that sent you flowers. All the other babies' parents had them here by Wednesday, they on the other hand... anyways that's not important."
There weren't any dreams when you were in a coma, Adelaide had come to find, or was finding out now. She felt a jolt in her chest at the sound of Andre's voice, and her eyes moved and twitched under her eyelids. When her brain was fully functioning at her regular, coherent self, she'd realize that she had probably just forgotten all the dreams she had, and this sudden awakening wasn't all so sudden. As Adelaide's eyes pushed open, her body began to ache, giving her the first hint that this wasn't just a nap she was waking up from.
What the hell was her husband going on about? Adelaide's eyes scrunched as she tried to comprehend. Flowers? From babies' parents? She never got flowers from parents, they were always just out the door and on their way after the kid was there. Never any love for their healer, ohh no. Whatever. Why was she getting flowers, then? She hadn't done anything spectacular, even though Adelaide believed everything she did was spectacular and----
Shit!
It felt like she'd---she didn't know what to compare it to! It was like---like her eyes had their own flip book, and the pages passed by so quickly that at first she didn't understand them, but as the memories flooded back into her head Adelaide soon conjured a very clear image of where she was and why she was here.
She let out a loud groan, shutting her eyes again and trying to lift her hands to press to her head, but she was too weak. Instead her hand closed and opened, and slowly reached toward where she'd heard Andre's voice last. He was there, right? She hadn't been making that up?
Andre jumped at the sound of a groan. His eyes jumped to his wife's face, her eyes were fluttering. He grasped her hand and squeezed it gently. "Addy? Addy, can you hear me?" He got up off the bed to go yell for the Healer because he couldn't do anything but he was stopped when Adelaide didn't let go of his hand. Ugh. There was nothing he could do.
He sat back down on the bed and kissed her hand. "I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere." ha said softly against her hand. She was going to be okay. She was waking up. That was a good thing. He wasn't going to think about all the things that could still be wrong because that wasn't important, what was important right now was that she was waking up. "I'm right here."
Adelaide coughed a few times, feeling like her throat was on fire. How fucking long had she been out? It felt like---she had blinked and woken up, if she wanted to be honest. The ceiling collapsing felt like it had just happened and she was being snapped up by her rescuers, by--by her Andre.
She felt as if she was stretching her eyes to pry her eyelids open, but finally Adelaide was able to blink and take a look around her. Jesus Christ, she actually was in a hospital room! This wasn't some crazy dream! This wasn't a hallucination. Adelaide's eyes were wide s she let her head droop to the side, the only way she would be able to turn toward Andre because the rest of her body was still having trouble waking up.
The thought made her pause--she wanted to say something to Andre, but her healer-training kicked in and she immediately attempted to wiggle her toes. She could move right? Her arm had moved before, but that could have been---"Are---my toes?" she barely croaked out.
