Leah Stone (reapinghavok) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2013-02-22 02:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2013 [02] february, evan, leah |
WHO: Leah and Evan
WHEN: February 22, 2020; afternoon
WHERE: The infirmary
WHAT: Evan finally wakes up.
RATING: Medium.
Afternoon on the second day, and still no sign of consciousness from Evan. A quiet voice in Leah's head kept telling her that she should step into Evan's place and handle whatever leadership matters needed to be handled, but she didn't want to. Other people could handle things. Other people could give a fuck. The prison could crumble into a million pieces all around them and she wouldn't care. Not as long as the man who lay in the hospital bed was still clinging to life. Leah hadn't left Evan's bedside unless necessity demanded it. The only real necessity was the annoyingly frequent trips to the bathroom. For everything else, Leah let other people handle. She just... didn't care. Dependent or dedicated, either word fit the bill for what she was. Both were entirely true. She couldn't entertain the idea of being without Evan, of having to survive without him. As strong as Leah was, at her deepest core she was the most fragile. George and Kori stayed with her for much of the time, as well as other visitors that stopped by here and there, but they weren't always there and Leah didn't expect them to be. A large part of her didn't want them to be. She was becoming good at spending time on her own again. Those moments when she was alone, just her and Evan in the room, talking to the baby was what got her through. Telling Analeigh about her father; about his bravery and his kindness; his cleverness and sense of humor. Everything Leah loved about him. Everything she'd miss if he wasn't around. The medics had said the chances of survival were extremely high; that he'd wake up and be fine. She wanted to take hope from that, but the pessimist in her was still dwelling on the fact that something had happened to him. Something that could've easily been fatal. Could still be fatal. Puffing out a breath, Leah slowed to a stop. She'd been pacing the room for the past ten minutes or so. Sitting in one place for so long had been giving her leg cramps. There wasn't much room to walk, but she made do. She didn't want to be too far away from Evan, anyway. She put her hands on her belly and stared down at the ever-growing bump. "He's survived worse than this," she said. She'd said it so many times over the past few days that she wasn't sure who she was trying to comfort more: the baby or herself. Analeigh had been kicking in fitful bursts ever since Brandon told her Evan was in the infirmary. "Tried to take on an alligator single-handedly. Survived multiple bite wounds from zombies. Cut himself with his own blade once." Her laugh was hollow. It was both painful and helpful remembering all the times Evan had gotten hurt and survived. "And dealt with my temper just about every day. Papa's made of some pretty strong stuff. He won't leave us." |