Who: Bast Sullivan and Penny Zimmerman What: Going against orders Where: Mainelander Offices//Frye Island Hospital When: Saturday afternoon
For though they may be parted; there is still a chance that they will see. There will be an answer. Let it be...
Bast tapped on the edge of his desk with a pen along with the beat and glancing around occasionally. He wanted to make for sure that no one was going to wander in there and wonder what was going on. Especially if that person happened to be John Jones doing the last thing that he needed right now. It was hard enough to manage a power under the eyes of the usually observant Penny without her possibly waking up and getting ready to rip him a new one. Besides he admittedly hadn't thought too much on the possible consequences otherwise. There wasn't really a chance that she would be even worse afterward though, was there? True, the song seemed to be fighting against him but there was only so long even he was willing to sit back and "let it be" when there was something that he could do about it.
Otherwise he was going through his usual work with his new iPad while listening to Beatles while Penny was napping off in the break room. It might have been him but she looked more tired than usual even if it was just the school week catching up with her again with the possibilities of a cold or any number of other things she usually came across on an annual basis. People around here didn't always seem to know the meaning of hand sanitizer after all. Even his desk was cleaner than usual considering they were usually both there playing Lois and Clark. One more glance around seemed to confirm that the break room was going to likely stay abandoned now that most people had their afternoon coffee and sugar rush. With any luck he would be able to sneak in there and get back out before she even noticed.
Wrapping the earbuds and putting them back in his desk and just stretched. Yep, coast was still clear enough while he carried his coffee mug back for a cover story and shut the door behind himself. Blinds drawn to block out the activity going on outside made it a lot easier to kneel down next to her and being careful. One false move and the skin to skin contact would have him back to power reading and a potential headache until he could swipe something that wasn't going to be deemed a potential danger if he sneezed. Between paper and the number of electronics around there, it didn't leave much that was actually "safe". He centered his focus on the task at hand and just reached over to rest a hand on her shoulder. Healing cuts and such was probably one thing, but actually trying to get it through her entire body to a degree had him focusing harder.
When his vision started to blur though he just tried to shake it off. He'd had that happen before, though usually with the use of someones vision powers that took some getting used to using. All it was doing though was getting worse and he wasn't even noticing any sort of improvement. Was there supposed to be even some sign as small as more color in her cheeks or something? Bast close his eyes to try one more time, sure it was just a matter of trying too hard to get it to work even as his head was getting lighter and lighter. He felt almost weak. Maybe it was finally working...
His hand just slid down her arm barely making contact with her hand as he blacked out on the floor next to her.