sever ( rinne savage ) . (silencers) wrote in incheck, @ 2010-09-23 19:07:00 |
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WILL: Will was not good, he'd found, at sitting around and waiting. He'd gotten to the emergency room as soon as possible, had even gotten to go in and see Annemarie for a few minutes, but visiting hours were over now. He knew that she was fine here, that there was nothing he could do to fix her more and that there wasn't any threat inside the hospital that might jump out at her if he were to leave. But he couldn't bring himself to leave. It didn't make any sense, it was an unavoidable car crash that had caused this, but he still felt tense and jumpy as though it were at least partially his fault. Like there must have been something he could've done to keep her safer. The hallway was quiet now, as he sat in one of the uncomfortable chairs, eyes not really focused on anything as he stared at the wall across from him. Patience was a virtue, in Agents more than others, and he could patiently sit here all night. Or at least as long as it took to get some of the guilt to subside. Hearing someone make their way down the hall made him look up, and when he saw who it was he stood, meeting her halfway and pulling her into a tight hug. Too many people were getting hurt around him anymore, his friends, his family members, and for a moment it was as though if he held her close enough, then she would be protected just by that. "Thanks for coming." RINNE: Rinne had only just gotten home and dumped her grocery bags in the kitchen when she'd picked up Will's message. By the time she got home the frozen things wouldn't be anymore, she'd left them standing on the counter without thought and headed right out the door again. Annemarie was one of the people in her life she counted as important for a variety of reasons, it was good to have a Handler that she thought of as a friend and could talk candidly to, someone she trusted and hoped trusted her too, and having found out that she was pregnant Rinne had only felt more protective of her, not wanting one of those rare and precious friendships of hers to be damaged. It wasn't hard to find and get to the right hallway, Agents were always getting into places they shouldn't. While she spotted Will as soon as she turned the corner, his figure easily identifiable to her she didn't announce herself in the reverent atmosphere of the quiet hall, she didn't need to anyway, he saw her and she gripped him fiercely in return when he hugged her. "No problem. I'm glad you asked me to." WILL: He held onto her for a long moment, again breathing her in and realizing how that small action could calm parts in him that seemed eternally at odds with one another. "Can't go in and see her. They want her to rest." He let go of her slowly, hands moving to linger at her arms before they dropped away and he turned, moving back to the chairs. "A truck hit her." He paused, not sure if he should really be the one giving out the next bit of information, considering how personal it was. But, then, it wasn't as though it was something that could be kept secret, and Rinne wasn't just anybody. Her relationship with Will aside, she was a family friend, and one of Anne's Agents. "She lost the baby." That phrasing would never stop being strange to him. Like it was something someone had just misplaced carelessly. He wondered if they'd used that same terminology about him when he'd gone missing and was presumed dead. His eyes went back to Rinne, searching her for a reaction as he had most everyone he'd seen that knew. The words felt like nothing inside of him, and so he was using others to gauge the appropriate reaction. RINNE: Every embrace did just as much for Rinne in return, in different ways, granted, but no matter how mechanical it might be, feeling his arms go around her and the press of him against her senses flooded her with reassurance, it took the sharp edges off of things, the difficulties of a life with the Agency didn't seem quite so cutting. Looking at the door to Anne's room, she nodded along to what he was saying, they shouldn't technically even be around after visiting hours, she knew that the doctors would be wanting their patient to rest now, but she knew that Will could be an immovable force when he wanted to be and if being here was important to him then so be it. Rinne would have come down anyway of course, it was a knee-jerk reaction, even if there was nothing she could physically do. When he told her the worst news her eyes turned to him. "Oh Jesus," she said, a hand rising to her mouth as she immediately looked from Will back to the door. There were some things that were just to fucking awful to get your head around and losing a baby had to be one of them. Rinne shook her head softly and moved her hand to bite the side of her thumb and a characteristic tick that went along with her brain-gears whirring. "That's-- shit, poor Anne." A sigh cleaved through her and she sat down next to him. WILL: He watched her, seeing her go through the motions that he'd seen on others. At least he wasn't sociopathic enough to think of trying to mimic them realistically? "Yeah." A hand went up to rub over his face some. Poor Anne. Even if he had no connection to the fetus, he did to his sister. She was in there hurting, physically and mentally and emotionally, and he wished he could do something to make it better. There wasn't really anything to be done, though, aside from staying out here in case she needed someone when she woke up. Being here with Rinne though, in the silence of the empty hospital hallway brought back to the forefront of his mind the realization that he was incredibly lucky that she was here, alive and well, breathing and unharmed. Everyone around him had been getting hurt recently, it seemed. It was making him realize how (despite his not wanting to acknowledge it) any of them could go, at any given moment. A mission could go wrong, a car could hit them -- and if something happened to Rinne the next time she went out, if something happened to her after she walked out of this hospital, he wouldn't be able to forgive himself for keeping her so far from him just for the sake of his own issues. "Rinne.." Will hadn't exactly been a romantic poet before, and now that he was back he felt even more stunted in that respect. "I know I said I didn't know what I'm doing. And I still don't." Good start there, champ. "But shit keeps happening lately, and...I want to be with you. Like before, like.." Like going out, although for some reason that phrase seemed like it belonged in another universe now. He shook his head to clear it. "And I know..I know we're just sort of going with it and seeing what happens, and if you don't want this then I get that. I know I'm not the same. I'll probably suck at whatever we try to do. But if I didn't say something.. If I didn't say something, and something happened to you..." RINNE: For a few moments she had been staring across the hall, thinking about Annemarie and what he had just told her but when Will got her attention with name she sat back some and looked at him expectantly. They had been just taking things as they came, she had been taking things one day at a time, trying to respect his need for space and time, or more recently when he needed or wanted her and not asking for more. Fleeting thoughts were given to how selfish it made her seem to others, because it was no secret that her strong feelings for him hadn't subsided and when or if he wanted her she would drop things to be with him, only fleeting thoughts though, she didn't care what people thought generally; this had nothing to do with them, it was about her and Will. Without having meant to she’d gone quiet for a long stretch there and when she spoke she was looking at the floor, as if the words she wanted would appear and arrange themselves into the correct order on the squeaky linoleum. "I know you’re not the same," she said softly, turning her dark eyes on him. "I know that. But you -- you’re still Will, even if you’re different, even if you don’t know what you’re doing. I don’t know what I’m doing either." She shuffled a bit in her seat, her shoulders leaning towards him a little, hips turning and making the conversation more private despite them sitting in a hallway. He was right after all, anything could happen to any of them without warning, she could have died in Japan, she could die on the next mission, or get captured, go MIA, there was no knowing, there never was. Whether he would welcome it or not she reached for one of his hands in both of hers, smoothing the warm pads of her fingers over his knuckles, the rough patches and hinges of his fingers, familiar and necessary. Rinne’s voice became somewhat more fierce and deep. "But I love you, Will. I want to be with you too. We’ll figure it out on the way." That was, after all, what Agents seemed to do best. WILL: He looked down to her fingers moving over the back of his hand, feeling that familiar sensation of her hand in his, something that he'd gone for too long without. Her words repeated in his head, running around and around, trying to hold onto things in his mind, make themselves permanent instead of just fleeting mentions. I love you. I want to be with you. His hand turned over in hers, slowly, before his fingers closed, tightening around hers. "Okay." He didn't know how it would go, at all. He still wasn't sure in the slightest if this was in any way fair to Rinne, to try and put her through this while he worked shit out in his head. But if she was willing, then it was what he wanted too. He didn't want to lose her again, and especially not because of a voluntary choice on his part. "Okay." |