Hal knows the strongest thing in the universe is (willpower) wrote in doorslogs, @ 2012-11-16 03:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | ra's al ghul |
Who: Jack
What: A refusal and an outro
Where: The hospital
When: Recentish
Warnings/Rating: A wee bit of violence.
After nine, the lights were turned down in the hospital so that they would be less disturbing to those patients that were staying the night. Technically Dr Michaels was in the observation room now and Liam was well cared for by the staff here, but Jack still hadn't left. It wasn't a requirement that he stay, but it was the right thing to do as Liam's doctor.
Earlier that day he'd called Shelly and had everything for the week rescheduled into next week. It had seemed the prudent thing to do when the 24 hour observation that he had wanted for Liam had turned into a 72 hour obs period instead. Checking on the window to the room one last time, he left the smaller observation room.
Stopping at the staff restroom, he washed his hands before splashing cold water on his face. He'd go down to the cafeteria, grab a late bite to eat and then go find one of the physician sleep rooms to crash in for the night. He supposed he could go home to his own bed, but no-- he'd stay.
'You should go to the hotel, Doctor.' Came the strange, new voice. Jack had known Charming, arrogant and deceptively sweet when it suited him, but this one was oddly formal.
"I'm not going to the hotel," Jack said to the mirror, to the nameless one in his head.
'You may enjoy remaining in this place but I do not. You could --'
"I'm not going to the hotel," Jack repeated firmly.
There was a pause from the voice in his head. 'As a physician I respect what you are doing for your patient but you must know when one is beyond saving --'
"He's not beyond saving--"
'He is, Doctor. It is only natural that you cut him loose to use your talents on those that deserve them.'
"I'm not--"
'Go to the hotel, Doctor.' It was final, an order. Jack didn't know who he was or what he wanted, but he wasn't leaving. Liam could still be helped.
"No," he repeated, gripping the edge of the sink tightly.
'Go to the hotel!'
This time it hurt, the words painful as they streaked from the other man's consciousness into his own. "No!" He said, much too loudly, not even realizing it as his hand slammed into the mirror. He wasn't leaving Liam, wasn't going to cut someone loose just because some arrogant ass in his head ordered it to be so.
"Fuck," he whispered as he drew his hand back, staring at the mirror in horror. Flexing his hand, he winced at the sudden sharp pain in it and reached down to pull a bloody shard of mirror out from between his knuckles. The sleep room would have to wait until after he got stitches.