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t h o m a s ➽ mccormack ([info]thomases) wrote in [info]valesco,
@ 2013-03-24 23:59:00


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Entry tags:kendall broadmoor, louis bonaccord, rose knightley, saoirse mullet, thomas mccormack

OPEN HOSPITAL THREADS
He blinked up at the ceiling of the hospital room, arms lifted over his head as the nurse examined his slowly healing wound. She was making some idle chatter about how good it was looking, and how he'd regained so much color back in his cheeks, and just how strong he was! Thomas rolled his eyes in plain sight of the woman, and he was glad that she'd taken slight offense to it and opted to finish tidying up his bandages and pulling his shirt back down. Thomas' crossed his arms over his chest as soon as the examination was done and rolled to his side, away from the open doorway.

As much as he was physically feeling better, he was still mentally exhausted. His parents had been hovering nonstop, his sister had managed to release a statement about how she was doing, and the long nights alone had let his thoughts wander, and wander, and wander.

A knock on the door startled him before his thoughts could trail off like they had been, and he peered over his shoulder to tell the nurse to leave him be, but was surprised to see that it wasn't the handsy nurse, or his parents. He turned over completely and gingerly pushed himself up on his elbows.

"Hey," he said, surprised.





Saoirse likened herself into believing that it was her incessant inquiring of 'When can I see people?' (because they all knew that her family wasn't showing up anytime soon) was what had finally broke down her Healer's seemingly strict visitor policy. It wasn't fair, really, and made little sense because she was fine to begin with, and didn't exactly understand why Mungo's was keeping her here for so long. They kept alluding to 'lingering effects' and 'mental health,' not to mention physical safety (it appeared that the Ministry had finally taken some interest in her and Thomas), but she felt... fine. Truly, and honestly, fine for what she and Thomas had gone through.

Perhaps it was that everything hadn't set in yet, or even more hopefully, it had and all smacked of finality enough that her mind had found peace. But regardless, Saoirse didn't dwell on it, and simply focused her attention on waiting for that moment when someone other than one of her Healers walked through that door. But it was a patient wait, so she had been forced to occupy her time otherwise.

She had just finished securing herself down into a comfortable position against the small mountain of pillows at the head of her bed when the door opened. All thoughts of taking a nap left her, and Saoirse shot up to meet this new face. She blinked, blankly, for a moment, apparently having been so focused on getting to this moment that she hadn't much thought about how to react after the fact. She pressed her hands into her sheets, and ducked her chin to her chest sheepishly.



ooc: so apparently Thomas and Saoirse are popular people and instead of flooding the comm with a million threads, Emma came up with the idea of a 'group' post of sorts where the two can have various threads with whoever wants to visit.



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[info]flower
2013-03-31 04:18 pm UTC (link)
As she pressed her chin into Thomas' back, Rose felt her eyes begin to water again, and it was much more difficult to withhold them. She hadn't been sure--- the healers had said he and Saoirse had returned relatively unharmed (save for Thomas' wound), but that didn't mean... she had been concerned that this time around, something worse than loosing magic might happen, or...

She had refused to entertain the idea that Thomas wouldn't return, but that still... it was difficult to... Rose swallowed the heavy lump forming in her throat, and wrapped her arms around Thomas tighter instead of letting this trail of thoughts continue. What mattered, now, was that he had been returned safe, and he was walking, and talking, and breathing, and would overcome this scare just like he had before. But no matter how firmly Rose believed that, she couldn't quite shake these leftover emotions from all the what-if wonders within the past few days. Clutching Thomas fiercely, her hands moved to hold up the sides of his face. She pulled way just enough to look at him fully, sad but determined.

"You and me? Us?" Rose started, wishing her voice sounded less sobish. Her hands moved again, to help ensure that he would actually be looking at her when she spoke. "We would never end like that." She nodded her head, more for Thomas or for herself, she wasn't exactly sure, but that was necessary to establish nonetheless. "Okay?"

Without waiting for him to respond, Rose quickly pulled Thomas back to her, and she continued to ramble over his neck. "That's not how it's supposed to go, we're supposed to grow very old and judge everyone and each other while doing so, so---" She cut herself off, unwilling to speak any further. He would understand, they always understood each other.

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