|Rosalind Elena 'Lena' Rainmayr (sat_by_the_fire) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2013-07-21 04:28:00
|Entry tags:||lena rainmayr, thomas kemp|
WHO: Lena and Thomas (I suppose this can be open to friends and family, but can stand alone!)
WHAT: Thomas moving out of ICU
WHEN: Saturday evening
Lena hadn't been allowed to see Thomas yet, because she wasn't family. And while she understood that the rules were presumably there to keep traffic in the ICU down, she really wanted to be reassured the man she loved was alive and as well as could be expected after brain surgery. When Thomas' mother informed Lena that Thomas was being transferred back to the wards, she had rushed to the hospital and sat in the waiting room, chewing on her pinky nail until the transfer was complete.
And so help anyone who tried to keep her from Thomas after that.
She stood and raced into his room where she found her boyfriend stretched out on the bed, his head wrapped in bandages. But he was smiling and some of the sparkle that had drained from his eyes while waiting for the operation was back. It was clear he wasn't really feeling fantastic and he still looked pale and exhausted, but it was miles better than how he had been on Thursday.
"Hi, handsome," she grinned at him and she went to plant a kiss on his cheek. "You have drawings on your bandages!"
"Hello," he smiled back at her. "My sisters and Jamie did it. The first one had a hamburger and a zombie. It's been changed but they just see it as an opportunity for more art. I am so glad to see you."
"That's my line, silly." Fondly, she leaned forward and rested her forehead against his mattress. She almost purred when she felt his fingers thread into her hair ever so gently. "How do you feel?"
"My head hurts, but nowhere near the pain I was in before the surgery. They said it can resurface a little bit on recovery and the headaches can get worse before they get better, but at least the AVM is totally gone. No seizures since then. And if I keep going like this, I can go home in a few days. Still don't want me standing today though, which is really okay. Too tired."
She lifted her head and kissed his wrist. "No numbness or confusion?"
"Only a little bit. Well and I woke up this morning and thought we were still in Greece for a good five minutes, but the doctor said it's normal. Actually, what he said was 'I would have expected even more confusion, this is nothing'. So...there's that."
"I promise if you call me the wrong name in bed for the next few months you get a free pass," she said with a wink and when he laughed, she was delighted to hear it. "Was getting pretty worried, mister."
"You and me both." The expression on his face was momentarily dark, so she kissed his wrist again and watched it lighten.
"You'll be home soon and on your way to getting better. And in the meantime, your family gets to draw on your head, what more could you want?"
"This morning Charlotte brought me waffles too. It was pretty spectacular!"
"Ah, she's a good one, that Char. Did you keep everything down?" When he nodded, she was relieved. Watching him go days hardly eating at all was incredibly unpleasant. "If you want anything else to eat, I can fetch it for you."
She was distracted by his fingers, tracing their way down her cheek. "Maybe later. Now I'm just glad you're here. Want to keep it that way."
Lena's cheeks coloured and then she crawled onto the bed without restraint so she could plant a kiss right on his lips. It was what she had wanted to do for days, and it was worth the wait.