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angela-edmunds.livejournal.com) wrote in
ways_infirmary2006-05-20 10:10 am
In the infirmary...
Angela slept for a long time, but now she's awake.
She still doesn't remember anything, but as the drugs are pushed out of her system, she's becoming more aware of things, more coherent. She feels ashamed at the anger she still feels with her mother and grandfather, and shoves it down inside until she can't feel it anymore.
Wasn't their fault, after all. They tried...
Not hard enough...
But there are other things to occupy her mind besides squashing down her anger--like the memories the drugs stirred up, the nightmares, the fact that she really doesn't remember anything specific that happened while she was gone.
She doesn't even realize how long she was gone. Or why she was taken. Or even an idea of by whom.
She tries to focus on what is actually good right now--the fact that she's clean, and in a clean gown, that her bed has sheets and the sheets are cool and clean. She strokes the bedsheets with distracted fingertips, the gesture oddly comforting.
She looks for a moment at the two IV's, one in each arm, and sighs. She feels really, really weird. She pokes at the toast she has for breakfast, half-heartedly eating only a couple of bites before completely losing all enthusiasm for it.
She doesn't know what to do with herself. She feels dull and flat and stupid.
She still doesn't remember anything, but as the drugs are pushed out of her system, she's becoming more aware of things, more coherent. She feels ashamed at the anger she still feels with her mother and grandfather, and shoves it down inside until she can't feel it anymore.
Wasn't their fault, after all. They tried...
Not hard enough...
But there are other things to occupy her mind besides squashing down her anger--like the memories the drugs stirred up, the nightmares, the fact that she really doesn't remember anything specific that happened while she was gone.
She doesn't even realize how long she was gone. Or why she was taken. Or even an idea of by whom.
She tries to focus on what is actually good right now--the fact that she's clean, and in a clean gown, that her bed has sheets and the sheets are cool and clean. She strokes the bedsheets with distracted fingertips, the gesture oddly comforting.
She looks for a moment at the two IV's, one in each arm, and sighs. She feels really, really weird. She pokes at the toast she has for breakfast, half-heartedly eating only a couple of bites before completely losing all enthusiasm for it.
She doesn't know what to do with herself. She feels dull and flat and stupid.

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Finds her, gives a small wave.
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"Hey."
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Moving farther in, coming over.
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"Hey," he replies, quietly. Asking how she's feeling seems silly for various reasons, and instead his eyes fall briefly over the toast, then he murmurs, "You should... probably eat that."
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Doctor McCoy comes up, his eyes kind as he approaches.
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The smile is gone as quickly as it appeared.
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Which is why she's hovering across the room (shifting her weight from one foot to the other) with a thermos of chicken soup and another thermos of tea.
Chloe, a mother proper, is not.
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"Hey, sweetheart," he says softly. "How are you feeling?"
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"I'm...okay, I guess." Her voice is still flat and not very loud.
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He smiles when he comes back and sees she's awake. "Hey, gorgeous. You get enough sleep?"
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"I think so." She drops her eyes to look at her hands. It's hard to look at anyone for very long right now. "You were there, when I came back, weren't you?" She seems to remember...something, but it's hazy.
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She forces a smile when she sees that Angie's awake.
"Hi,"
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Nita doesn't make it in until later in the day, and her first sight of Angela makes her hesitate. Bad memories.
Still, she moves forward -- quietly, in case Angela's asleep.
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Angela hears Nita approach, and says, "Hey, Nita." She pushes herself into a sitting position.
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"You're really here!"
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She looks tired and beaten, and her lip would be throbbing if not for the remnants of painkillers, but otherwise, she's okay. At least physically. She hasn't slept in a while.
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"Hello, Angela. It is good to see you returned."
The relief in his voice and eyes is clear.
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There's a slight smile that runs away from her face rather quickly. She is pleased to see her friends, though, make no mistake. It's just hard to make herself smile when she really doesn't feel like it.
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What she sees when she gets there is a tired, thin and wan looking Angela.
She doesn't know what happened with her, but she's going to find out! She wonders if a magical healer has been called in as she approaches.
"Angela? I just found out you were here... is it all right to visit?"
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She was worse yesterday. She's better today, at least outwardly. She runs her tongue over her split lower lip, wincing a little.
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