Noah (hellboundlife) wrote in commandhq, @ 2018-05-12 18:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | calvin banner, p: mena, p: mj, sandy jameson, ~cassidy porter, ~p: lexi |
Who: Calvin Banner, Cassidy Porter & Sandy Jameson
What: The two boys visit their girl
When: Right after Sandy gets out of solitary
Where: The infirmary
Rating: Low'ish
After she’d been released from solitary, when that door had opened, Sandy had clung desperately to Rachel - the first piece of human contact in four days that hadn’t been some nameless hand on the other side of a door passing food through. Because of the state she was in, she was taken to the infirmary and told that she’d have to wait there until she was rehydrated, until they deemed her okay to leave because she hadn’t eaten or drunk for a long time and there were concerns over her mental state or something... she’d stopped listening.
In fact, she’d zoned out completely when she came out of the cell, out of solitary and her powers were immediately turned back on in full force as she was removed from the dampening field.
Her knees had buckled, but Rachel’s hold on her had been firm, not letting her fall. The sudden noise rushed through her like a tsunami, roared into her head and she reached out for her connections, like tendrils searching through the minds of the base to locate her people. One by one, she reconnected, even the subtler ones. Cal - [Infirmary]. Cas [Infirmary]. Scotty. Tammy. Aidan. Grey. Dove. Her mind brushed Alejandro’s to check he was still there, brushed Orla’s and gave it a gentle nudge but didn’t stay, just retreated. Settling back with the connections, something clicked back into Sandy’s mind, settled and soothed the pain that had been present in her chest the whole time she’d been away.
This place is bullshit -- ice queen -- sleeping on the floor -- such children -- clusterfuck -- Jesus I’m hungry -- Training? Really?
The sound was comforting, but by the time Sandy had come back to herself she was on a bed in the clinic with an IV in her arm, a bag of fluids hanging nearby and bandages around her hands. Panic clutched her first, but she sensed minds nearby that she knew, Calvin and Cassidy. Her boys. Her- she needed them.
She wanted to be where they were.
She tugged on the IV, trying to either pull it out or loosen it or something so she could move because she needed to get to them. She didn’t want to be on her own anymore, and she was on her own in this small room and the door was closed and-
Ever since Cal had been given a timeframe for when Sandy would be released he had been watching the clock and counting down until the moment she was free. He was still worked up and super on edge because with a nickname like Rocket there was very little left to the imagination as to how he’d gotten that particular name.
He felt the soft touch of Sandy in his mind and upon the instruction of [Infirmary] he stopped everything he was doing and immediately made a beeline for it. You did not want to get in his way right now not if you wanted to be standing by the time Cal had plowed right through them.
His hands were still bruised from the battering he’d given the punching bag a few days before though thankfully that was the least of his worries given that he needed to get to Sandy as soon as humanly possible.
He rounded on the infirmary and without sparing a glance for whoever might be around he walked right in and immediately spotted Sandy trying to yank the IV out of her arm. First of all, why the fuck did she need that? Secondly, she needed to not do that or it would hurt.
“Hey, hey,” he muttered as he immediately covered Sandy’s hand with his own.
Shortly after Cal arrived Cassidy appeared. His guitar slung on his back as normal, he approached the two. Rounding the other side of the bed Cas leaned down and kissed Sandy on the forehead. “Hey beautiful.” He was always the more physical out of their group, he placed his hand on her arm. His eyes flicked up to Cal with a bit of concern. They had her hooked up to stuff, that meant something had happened in lock up right?
Sandy stilled when Cal’s hand covered hers, stopping her pulling it out. Then Cassidy turned up, coming around the other side of the bed and kissing her forehead and she reached out, catching their hands with her own. If asked about it later, she would vehemently deny that she clung to them, but she did. She felt her eyes burning again and she glanced up, first at Cal, then at Cas and looked so very grateful.
She opened her mouth to say something, but no sound came out, so she switched to a tactic that they were all familiar with. It took no effort at all for her to link their minds so she could talk to them both.
[Thank you for coming] she said, sounding almost worried that they might not have done. The worried thought - they’re mad at you - bled through, Sandy’s sheer exhaustion meaning her normal control was somewhat lacking. Her eyes dropped to Cal’s hands and she frowned. [What happened to your hands? Cas- You’re not hurt are you?]
Cal met Cassidy’s eyes with a similar look of concern, especially as he wasn’t happy with the fact Sandy needed to be in medical after her stint in solitary. What the fuck had happened to her in there? Immediately he could feel his blood boiling and that familiar red threatened to descend but he managed to hold it back in favour of being here, in the moment, for Sandy.
[We’re not mad] Cal assured her as his hand tightened its grip on hers. [Worried and angry, not at you, but at the situation] That last bit was important, he didn’t want Sandy to think they were angry at her. Of course then she mentioned his hands and his gaze dropped, head being shook a moment later. [I’m fine, just got a little heavy with a punching bag]
[Not mad at all Hotshot.] Cas had prepared himself before hand to keep that disappointment buried, just as he’d felt with Cal when he’d gotten locked up. [Oh yea, San, completely uninjured. Rocket was just… being Rocket. Too gun-ho on the training.] He chuckled slightly, trying to keep things light for the moment. He wanted Sandy to feel comfortable, not stressed. “Did they tell you how long you’re going to be in here?” He asked, pulling up a seat and sitting close to the bed, still holding her hand as he rested his arm along hers.
Sandy's fingers twisted and tightened around theirs. She swallowed, shifting slightly on the bed. She didn't like how tired she felt, or how she still felt so very weepy. Like she could cry at the drop of a hat. It was tempting to network their minds together, her boys and her, so that she could just hide away there, in the memories of happier - more difficult, sure, but happier - times. Hide away from the world with the people who made her feel safe. Cal and Cas were that, for her. Her islands in the storm of her powers, in the storm of this place. The place she felt safe and secure and complete. Scotty was here now, but he'd been gone for a long time, she needed to re-find where she sat with him, where he wanted to sit with them.
She squeezed their hands again, lacing her fingers through theirs.
[As long as you're both okay,] she told them, [Make sure someone looks at your hands, Rocket.] Because hurting himself wasn't going to help anyone. Plus she'd just done that herself; beat her hands on the wall until they'd bled. She knew it hurt. Rocket was good at hiding his pain but she knew that they probably hurt him. She loosened her grip on his hand, a fraction.
Lolling her head to the side to look at Cas, her lips curled up in a small smile and she shrugged a shoulder. [No, I think I can leave tomorrow... they said I'm dye- uh- dehydrated? So I have to have more of those bags,] she gestured to the IV that was hanging on Cal's side of the bed. [And then I can go. But Rachel had said I have to speak to one of the shrinks, too.]
Her fingers flexed, an anxious expression crossing her face. [You guys can stay for a bit, right?]
Cal just gave a nod of his head, he wasn’t overly fond of doctors, but he’d get them checked out for Sandy because she didn’t need to be worrying about him right now. He glanced up at the bag she gestured to and he felt some tension drain from him when it became clear that the needle in her was actually there to help her and not hurt.
[A shrink?] He asked, confusion furrowing his brow. [Why?] Though obviously they could all do with some help with their unhealthy codependent state and other issues but Cal would sooner die than admit that.
He smiled reassuringly. [Yeah of course we can, Hotshot].
Cas kept his lips and thoughts shut when Cal asked why she was seeing a shrink. [Maybe it would be nice to talk to someone.] He thought, trying to find a positive.
Having already made himself comfortable he placed his other hand over Sandy’s, [I’ve nothing else to do today but keep you company.] he smiled. [You’ll get sick of me and kick me out before I leave.] Cas could always find something to do but at that moment nothing was more important.
Sandy smiled a little. [I’d never get sick of you, Dom,] she told him affectionately. [But I do wish there was a TV in here. That’d be cool.] She was pretty sure if she asked nicely enough the doctor with the shaggy hair would give her one. He looked like he didn’t really care too much about the rules. [Sorry if I fall asleep, though,] she added, fighting a yawn. [Still pretty tired.]
Cal’s eyes cut over to Cassidy as he not for the first time tried to find something positive about the shit being forced on them but he very wisely held his tongue. Now wasn’t the time or the place, not when they were here for Sandy. [It’s okay, Hotshot. Get all the rest you want]
He squeezed her hand again and settled in for a long wait.
Definitely not letting her out of his sight anytime soon.