Who: Sebastian Sullivan and Open-ish What: Long afternoon pushes one toward music. Where: Frye Island Hospital When: After Penny is allowed visitors (though let's be honest... Bast so barged back there Tuesday night.) Rating: PG-ish
Bast had found long ago that it was difficult to convince his girlfriend's mother that she would be fine to get some coffee. He doubted that Penny was suddenly going to vanish and he was still there in case she woke up. Admittedly the last month and a half he had gotten a new level of respect for his boss as someone other than the person who had interviewed him for the paper. Truly for both of them as people in general rather than "Penny's parents" or "the boss". Plus if he felt the need to say anything, he could always start off with "Now please don't fire me for this, but..." They weren't unreasonable either as long as he continued to respect the fact that he wasn't the only one who wanted a little bit of alone time every now and then with the frail girl in the hospital bed. If they seemed to have aged 10 years in the last month, he had probably gained about five himself. He'd have to check when he got home just to see if there were any gray hairs starting to pop up. Maybe they had been expecting him to run or just avoid the hospital as much as humanly possible until she was better and just assuming she would get better. He kept his hopes up and prayed hoping that someone was actually listening up there. Not having his powers just made things all the more frustrating at the moment when he had an idea and couldn't even see if it would work...
One advantage back here was that things tended to be quiet with the exception of the occasional "CODE BLUE" being announced. He kept the door about 90% shut to try and muffle that out and jut let Penny sleep. He had taken one of the stiffer chairs rather than the bed that was also able to lay back into a make-shift cot that he was keeping reserved for mostly family. It was closer to the door but he could still look over and see Penny just sleeping. At least he could do that without being seen as some sort of Edward Cullen-type creep. (Not that he would ever admit to knowing who the hell Edward Cullen was anyhow.) Besides Eddie probably traveled with his own baby grand piano. Bast, on the other hand, was perfectly content with his guitars. Or at least his older acoustic one that was sitting down next to him in its case. He also wasn't the one responsible for putting her in the hospital unlike Edward.
It was a good spot though where he felt like he could just keep an eye out to make sure no one entered thinking they were at another room, and he could still watch the silent heart monitor as it showed the slow steady rhythm of a girl long gone in dream land. For the moment he could only hope that they were happy dreams. He couldn't just try to catch a quick nap and try to find out for himself, so her dreams for once were completely safe. At least from him showing up in the middle and attempting to make it better. She seemed to have figured out when it was just her own version him showing up in her dreams and when he was actually poking around in her head. Their sleep schedules hadn't exactly been on the same cycle here lately as it was, but at least she was sleeping. It was better than could probably be said for most of them.
He scooted back from the door enough that he wasn't blocking it in case someone came back and pulled out his guitar. Gently he just made the minor adjustments to tune the instrument. From there his fingers seemed to know right where to hit. It was one thing he was sure he could always do whether he was picking up people's powers or not (though there were a few that made him sound a lot better and pick up songs faster). He had been practicing a lot more in the last few months. Possibly because he did have someone to serenade even if she did sleep through it and he didn't have the best voice anyhow. He kept the playing and singing low and soft like a lullaby.
Maybe some small part of it would still find it's way into her dreams.