Rosalind and Robert Lutece (quantumtwins) wrote in witchinghour, @ 2016-04-04 16:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: emma swan, character: robert and rosalind lutece |
WHO: Rosalind Lutece and Emma Swan
WHERE: Clint's apartment
WHEN: Monday afternoon
WHAT: Catching up/healing
WARNING: None
STATUS: Started GDoc, finishing in thread/In-Progress.
It had been several weeks since Rosalind’s possession, but in the scientist’s mind it felt as if it happened only yesterday. She doubted that she would ever forget her ordeal, or the aftermath of it all. She bore the scars on her arms, and in her leg. That one was the deepest, and while Clint had done a wonderful job at stitching it up it was still taking more time than Rosalind liked to heal. Perhaps it was because she insisted on walking on it too much. She had reopened the sutures once not long after she had awoken from her coma by attempting to walk to the bathroom on her own. She was too stubborn to not try, and that was possibly her biggest fault. Now she used a cane, when Clint wasn’t there to help her, and when she heard the knock at the door she hurried to open it. “Emma, it’s so good to see you,” Rosalind said as she opened the door to invite her friend in. Though the two women did not see eye-to-eye in the beginning they had become friends over time; quite possibly the closest female friend that Rosalind had in this place. She didn’t have many to begin with, but those she had she held in high regard. She used the cane to steady herself as she walked, and took Emma over to the couch where she had a pot of hot water waiting and two cups waiting on the coffee table. “Thank you so much for stopping by,” she said once she was settled. “How have you been?” *** Emma knew a lot about possession in this place; maybe not first hand, but she’d seen exactly what it had done to Jefferson, all those months ago, when they were still settling in and getting used to this place, trying to work out how to survive it all. Even before her feelings for him had deepened she’d been concerned watching him, seeing those changes unfold. The sleep deprivation, nightmares, slow return to normal. She might not understand what it did to the mind, but she’d seen it’s effects on the body. So finding out that Rosa had gone through it, somewhat different from what Jefferson had endured, Emma wanted to check up on the scientist. She wasn’t close to a lot of people here, fewer of them were women it seemed, outside of Ruby -now back in their own world- Emma only really was close with Claire and Rosa. So, despite the fact that she’d probably be better working through the list of people who were there, cataloguing who’d been taken away, Emma snagged some tea from Jefferson and made her way to the self-appointed ‘Avengers’ end of the apartment building. It made sense they’d huddle together, and Emma knew that Rosa worked with Tony, so after the lab ended up attacking him, she wasn’t entirely surprised that the logical thinking group ended up somewhere together still. “It’s no problem at all,” of course seeing Rosa, it was still a little bit of a shock. Emma closed up the door behind her, taking slow steps along behind Rosa on the way to the sitting area she’d set up. “You really should’ve just told me to let myself in, jeez, you’ll do more damage hobbling like that before you’re ready.” Then again, Emma knew all about being damn stubborn when it came to recovery. *** Rosalind was more stubborn than most, and she hated staying off her feet for long. She had done enough of that in the weeks after the possession, at Clint’s insistence, nothing but bed rest and waiting for him to help her around the apartment. She was surprised that she hadn’t worn out her welcome already. “It’s better than it looks,” she said to Emma with a smile. “The cane helps to keep pressure off of it so it doesn’t hurt all that much.” The fact that she was still alive was enough for the scientist. An inch or so to the left and she would have severed her artery, and bled to death in front of Clint. “It’s actually healing up quite nicely,” Rosalind said to Emma. She pulled the hem of her skirt up her right leg, and began to unwrap the gauze. It revealed the long cut that ran up and down. It was still slightly red, but the stitches were holding in place. It was tender to the touch, but she imagined that a cut as deep as that would be even after several weeks. She had, or the demon had rather, plunged the knife nearly through her quadricep. She smiled a bit sheepishly at Emma, and shook her head. “That’s not to say that I’m not going to appreciate your healing touch any less. You’re a dear friend for offering to do so.” *** Shrugging off her jacket, prepared of course to stay for a while, Emma just rolled her eyes. Not serious wounds didn’t require canes for hobbling around. “I’m sure it’s fine, yes.” With her jacket off, Emma pushed her sleeves up as she leaned over to get a look at the wound. It did look like it was healing up fairly well, which was good, since it might not render Rosa disabled until she suffered another death. Emma had bore the scars of her torture test up until she and Killian had died just a few months before, and then there was no trace of the horrid experience save for Emma’s memories. “Well, at the very least I can get the muscle to knit together, that’ll help you work up the strength. And if it’s still giving you problems, I can come back and finish healing it.” Her magical ability with healing was probably her best, she figured it was because of her inherent white magic, and the healing being such a huge part of that. “It might tingle a little at first.” But clearly it had already been treated to stop severe damage. “Did you already go to the hospital about this?” As she placed her hand over the stitched wound, Emma let the magic seep through her, hand glowing white with power. *** Emma was right, of course. The injury was serious enough that healing took much longer than a usual cut or scrape. Rosalind felt a sharp pain whenever she put pressure on that leg even with the assistance of a cane. But the two women were stubborn, and when they were injured they had a tendency to brush it off completely. The scars would be a reminder of what had happened, and like Emma, Rosalind would not soon forget the harrowing experiencing. She watched intently as Emma placed her glowing hand over the wound, and despite the fact that it had several weeks to heal it still tingled quite a bit. She winced a bit, biting on her lower lip to stop herself from making a sound, and after a few moments it became comfortable, and soothing. Rosalind let out a soft sigh as she felt the warmth of the healing magic. “I didn’t go to the hospital,” she answered after a few moments. “It’s been all Clint, really,” she said with a grin. “He’s looked after me quite well.” There was a slight blush to her cheeks, and she cleared her throat to stop herself from smiling more. “He’s been very kind.” |