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log | ongoing | [semi] open
When; early Wednesday morning, after Sylar lays a smackdown
Rating; I can't imagine it would creep above PG-13 for language.
Characters; Faith Lehane [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thesecondslayer] and Lorne [deformiwhats]; also, anyone who would logically visit Faith in the hospital (for visit, read: come to call a dumbass, mostly) or be in charge of her care. (Sup Chase.)
Summary; And when you can't crawl, you get someone to carry you.
Log;
The beep and click of machines, the sterile smell and the blinding white of the walls are like something out of Faith's worst nightmares. She's bloody and pale against itchy sheets again; small and broken and delicate-looking like she never is when she can move.
Lorne sits vigil by her bedside, occasionally reaches over to stoke her hand and mutter nonsense words of comfort when she whimpers, strains against whatever's holding her, wherever she's disappeared to. They've done this before, too.
[ ooc: Opening on Lorne and an unconscious Faith; threads can take place later and with different people as we need. LET'S GO. ]
Rating; I can't imagine it would creep above PG-13 for language.
Characters; Faith Lehane [
thesecondslayer] and Lorne [deformiwhats]; also, anyone who would logically visit Faith in the hospital (for visit, read: come to call a dumbass, mostly) or be in charge of her care. (Sup Chase.)Summary; And when you can't crawl, you get someone to carry you.
Log;
The beep and click of machines, the sterile smell and the blinding white of the walls are like something out of Faith's worst nightmares. She's bloody and pale against itchy sheets again; small and broken and delicate-looking like she never is when she can move.
Lorne sits vigil by her bedside, occasionally reaches over to stoke her hand and mutter nonsense words of comfort when she whimpers, strains against whatever's holding her, wherever she's disappeared to. They've done this before, too.
[ ooc: Opening on Lorne and an unconscious Faith; threads can take place later and with different people as we need. LET'S GO. ]