Rory Everett is a recovering scalpel junkie (bitofabitch) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2012-07-04 21:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2012 [07] july |
WHO: Dennis and Rory
WHAT: Most traumatic reunion ever, duh.
WHERE: Quarantine
WHEN: Early morning-ish, July 5
RATING: TBA
STATUS: Complete
Rory didn't plan on sleeping. She wanted to stay right where she was, as long as she needed to stay there. She had given up on her family a long time ago, but she had a brother. And he was alive. Except she now knew what his blood looked like against her skin. What his body felt like when he was trying, desperately trying, to bleed out and die right in front of her. For all the calm she had mustered, all the levelheaded, resourceful skill she'd called upon to get her through this medical emergency, Rory walked away from the infirmary without a single drop of calculated calm left in her. She was drained by the time Dennis was moved to quarantine, and she still hadn't told anyone that the mysterious man Finn had brought in, the bleeding bite victim, he was her brother. The one she had basically said was dead. It felt like seeing a ghost, except Dennis had lost so much blood, that was barely that far from the truth.
Rory didn't plan on sleeping, but at some point after scrubbing her hands raw, sending out text messages, and entering her brother's quarantine room, she had dozed off. It felt like seconds, no longer, and Rory stirred violently as a result of that, like she was being shaken awake roughly after just falling asleep. Her head pounded for a moment, the cruel protest of a tired mind, and then Rory inhaled sharply, forcing herself upright in the chair she'd nodded off in.
And there was her brother, staring at her. Not saying a word, not even moving really. Just staring.
It probably made her a terrible sister, the fact that she had never doubted, not even for a moment, that her entire family was lost to her. That AJ was all she had left. Rory didn't have any glimmer of hope, any distant dream that things might've worked out one day. She knew in her heart that Dennis and her father were dead. So she wasn't prepared for this moment. She hadn't rehearsed what she might say on the day she found Den again. There was no speech tucked away in the part of her brain that still wanted to believe in Santa Claus and world peace. Rory was at a complete and total loss here.
So she said the first thing she thought of: "...hey."
And that would have to be enough for now, because seeing him looking at her like that, it made Rory feel like she might cry for the first time in years.