J. K. Griffith (red_oak_tree) wrote in expresslogs, @ 2012-04-23 18:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, {james griffith, {sidney prescott |
Characters: James Griffith & Sidney Prescott
When: Monday; early afternoon
Location: Infirmary
Warnings/Rating: Really probably not high
Summary: James returns to his surrogate bed in the infirmary. Fun and excitement ensues! Maybe! (Beware of the sleeping cameo! Peeta)
Status: Open/On-going
With all the possibly murderous beasties gone back to wherever they came from, James thought it probably time he returned to the infirmary. The beds had been freeing up over the course of the weekend as fewer people were violently poisoned by the bastard wasps and he was a little concerned that someone else might want the rather pleasant room he had been squatting in. That and it was more comforting to be near people, because he could all too easily imagine himself dying alone and out of the way. Despite his thoughts prior to his arrival on the train, that wasn't the way he wanted to go.
He'd packed up his new battalion of medication in his old medical bag (they were sufficient to stave off a majority of the pain for a few hours at a time, but their potency was lacking in the long term, which only lead to him taking more than he probably should. He was down to his last few mils of morphine, but that was for special occasions) and half gathered the clothes and things he'd been living in for the last week, limping back down the carriages of the train to the more familiar surroundings of the hospital.
His previous bed was free, which was nice. A boy occupied a bed on one side, his expression deeply lined with concern even in his sleep. James felt sorry for him. Whatever it was that was troubling him was clearly bigger than he could contain. Still, he was as quiet as he could be, unpacking his little collection of bits and bobs and pulling himself up onto the bed. Fuck, his body really hurt today. It probably wasn't going to be a good day.