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ways_infirmary2012-03-30 10:20 pm
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"Alone she sleeps in the shirt of man
With my three wishes clutched in her hand..."
Simon finally hooked him up to a morpha -- morphine, whatever it's called here -- drip once the nerve block wore off and the supposedly unidentifiable opioid had left his system. Gaeta's half-drowsing, eyes closed in a vain attempt to sleep outright; the pain's still too great, though, and the exhaustion more prominent.
And if he sleeps, that means he can't do the only thing that's worked so far.
"The first that she be spared the pain
That comes from a dark and laughing rain..."
The words are a little roughened with hoarseness, a touch slurred by morpha -- but his voice still rings clear through the infirmary.
[ooc: for continuity's sake, all threads now take place before Boyd's and Simon's.]
With my three wishes clutched in her hand..."
Simon finally hooked him up to a morpha -- morphine, whatever it's called here -- drip once the nerve block wore off and the supposedly unidentifiable opioid had left his system. Gaeta's half-drowsing, eyes closed in a vain attempt to sleep outright; the pain's still too great, though, and the exhaustion more prominent.
And if he sleeps, that means he can't do the only thing that's worked so far.
"The first that she be spared the pain
That comes from a dark and laughing rain..."
The words are a little roughened with hoarseness, a touch slurred by morpha -- but his voice still rings clear through the infirmary.
[ooc: for continuity's sake, all threads now take place before Boyd's and Simon's.]
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Eyes bright, he asks, "You've seen him? Is he here?"
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"I met him here, a little while ago. He's a sweetheart."
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You'd have to be deaf to miss the undercurrent: I want him here with me.
"But...you haven't seen him any time recently?"
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She bites her lip.
"I'm sorry. Last time I saw him he was writing you a letter ... I haven't been in for a few weeks."
What she wouldn't give for a little deus ex machina right this second.
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The words sink in a little deeper, finally bypassing the morpha: oh.
"He wrote to me?" whispers Gaeta.
Oh, Louis.
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Sweetie.
Aphrodite's hand rises to her mouth, fingertips smoothing absently over her cheek.
"Yes," she admits.
"That looked like the shape of it."
Because he cares, he cares about you--
She doesn't doubt that Mr. Lieutenant Felix Gaeta sees that.
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(Any more than he already has, anyway.)
Shakily, Gaeta nods. It hurts to move his head too much. Everything hurts.
"I was going to try to meet him here," he explains, pushing out the words through the constriction in his throat. "So we wouldn't be apart the whole two months."
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They'd be tears of frustration, anyway. What a lousy way to treat the first real devotees she's met in ages-- she can't even answer their prayers.
What she assumes are both their prayers, anyway.
"--Oh," she realizes.
"Does he ... does he not know you're here?"
Any here will do, such as Milliways-here, but what 'Dite means specifically is hospital-bed, missing-some-leg-here.
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"I just wanted some water," he manages at last. "I got Bound."
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"Well-- didn't the ... doctors, or someone ... want to know who to tell? That you were here? Oh, never mind, you know--"
A slight pause.
"I could try to find him for you. Bring him here. If you'd like."
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And yet --
"You could do that?"
Please.
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She thinks it mostly works.
"I can try."
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"Please, Lady Aphrodite," he whispers, as fervent as a prayer -- which is exactly what his words have become. "If you're able. Please."
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Carefully, she steps in close and bends down, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.
"You got it, sugar," she murmurs.
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He doesn't know if it's the morpha frakking with him or what, but her presence seems so much bigger than this room. (He's pretty damn sure it isn't just the morpha.) He's almost afraid to open his eyes, to look upon the goddess' beauty again.
"Thank you."