vii (luckiestnumber) wrote in rooms, @ 2015-06-15 22:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | !marvel comics, *log, *narrative, marta flores, seven morgan |
Narrative
Who: Seven (ft. Bean + Marta)
What: In the hospital
Where: Brooklyn Hospital Center (Marvel)
When: After the emergency c-section
Warnings/Rating: Nada
Time was another thing that got all fucked up in the hospital. Bean was - how many hours old now? Seven had to narrow his gaze at the clock on the wall to read it in the dimmed lighting. Three-something AM, so this was her eighth hour of being alive. Or her eighth post-birth hour, maybe. He wasn’t totally sure about where he stood in the whole ‘where does life begin’ minefield at the moment. Marta was asleep, had been on and off (mostly on) since their arrival in the recovery room. He assumed that was normal, and that’s what all the books and the nurses said she should be doing. Sleep when the baby sleeps. Except that Bean had actually been awake some of the time, opening her eyes and staring up at Seven in silent curiosity as he held her like tiny burrito. He leaned closer to the bed where Marta slept, glancing at her with the hope that she’d wake up so that they could share in this. And then she could pretend to be annoyed by Seven referring to their kid as a burrito, and he’d get to see her smile. But Marta didn’t wake up, and then Bean drifted off to sleep again while Seven held her close for skin-to-skin, with her curled up against his bare chest under the drape of a hospital gown and a blanket. He didn’t want to risk her waking with a shift to the hospital bassinet - and anyway, he was still riding the wave of adrenaline, too numb to be tired yet. Slowly, so carefully, he stretched out in the fancy recliner that came with the private room, with Bean’s little body against the slant of his chest as she made her tiny, wet-mouth noises of contentment and curled the occasional twitch of a perfect hand while she slept. |