blindvictory (blindvictory) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-11-29 17:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | achilles, nike |
Who: Achilles and Nike
What: A chance encounter.
When: Saturday, November 28th; late afternoon
Where: New York's Veteran Hospital
Warnings: TBD
Hospitals seemed to always be the same.
Cramped, filled with beds, unmoving limbs and disinfectants in the air - it was a place where death lurked and bad luck reigned. For many of those confined in a coma, it was just a matter of time when the living decided when enough was enough.
This one wasn't any different.
The waiting room that Nike sat in had a puke green wallpaper that hurt her eyes when she stared at it. The magazines held no interest for her and all she could do was observe the others in the waiting room.. The woman in the black overcoat looked nervously at nurse's station every two to three minutes. A little ways across from a her, a man with red, swollen eyes was hunched over in his seat, putting his hands together and praying to that Christian God, no doubt. Hardly anyone prayed to the Lord of the Underworld anymore or anyone that Nike would have known.
Occasionally her eyes glanced at the clock, counting the time Jared had left her side for his check-up with the doctor. The burns on his arms and legs had healed well and now it was all about seeing if his leg could sustain his weight again and to be used to walk.
There was no one Nike could pray to for his recovery, so all she could do was wait.