Sadie Thompson, Geokinetic (likepetrichor) wrote in invol_rpg, @ 2012-11-10 00:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! log, ! plot: horror, sadie thompson, teresa flores, ~ horror: ivi |
WHO: Sadie Thompson & Teresa Flores
WHAT: Parakeets are sad together.
WHEN: Late Friday night.
WHERE: In the infirmary.
WARNINGS: Sadness?
STATUS: Complete.
Other students weren’t sleeping, for fear of being pulled into George Cooper’s nightmares. For her part, Sadie wasn’t afraid to sleep. She knew she should be - there were people who would miss her - but part of her half-hoped that if she fell asleep, she might find Sam and be able to get him back safely. The other part of her didn’t want to sleep, didn’t want to miss any symptoms that her brother might exhibit. So for the time being she just sat at Sam’s bedside, dwarfed in a man’s army jacket and arms folded on top of the bedside table and head down. Her gaze focused on the faint rise and fall of his chest. She was only dimly aware of the other students doing the same, and of the medical personnel drifting about the room, checking on IVs and vital signs. Teresa moved quietly in the medbay, carrying a small tray with sandwiches and coffee for the students keeping vigil. Her rosary was wrapped around her right wrist and it clinked softly as she set the tray down on an open table. She looked around for people still waiting to be fed and noticed her teammate, tiny and lost in that huge jacket that probably belonged to Sam. “Sadie? Lindinha, how long have you been here?” Teresa tapped her shoulder, trying to see if the girl was still awake. She knew Parakeet was very lucky to lose relatively few to this strange coma-sleep-nightmare and she wasn’t keen on losing any more. “Have you even eaten anything today?” It took Sadie a moment to respond, for her teammate’s words to sink in and rouse her to attention. “Uh...” she uttered, unfolding from her position and rubbing at her face with her fists. A ball chain slithered through the fingers of her right fist, the metal hitting her gently in the chin. She blinked at her hand for a moment, then shoved it deep into the pocket of her jacket. “Not that long, I think...” she answered, offering Teresa a weak smile. “What time is it?” Even as she pretended like she hadn’t been there almost all day, her gaze slipped from the older girl to the tray she was carrying. Whatever preoccupations her mind and heart had, her stomach still needed sustenance. “It is after two, maybe,” and Teresa looked around for a clock but didn’t see any on the walls. It was a testament to the state of her frazzled nerves that she forgot to simply check the phone sitting in the back pocket of her jeans, which she had been checking for updates a mere ten minutes ago.“Take a sandwich, you must be hungry. There is only coffee here but there is also hot chocolate in the kitchen if you want it.” She glanced at Sam and without realizing it she started to fiddle with the rosary around her wrist, automatically shifting it around and rolling the first bead between her fingers. “There is no change?” Gratefully, Sadie helped herself to a sandwich and before she knew it, was devouring it within seconds. Perhaps she should have sought out food earlier. Once she’d licked the last crumbs from her fingers she gave Teresa a tired, sheepish shadow of a smile. “Thanks,” she sighed, following her teammate’s gaze to her brother. “No... I don’t think anyone’s had any change. They’re all just asleep.” Instead of watching Sadie eat, which would be kind of weird, Teresa let her eyes wander across the medbay. Despite the fact that none of them could be woken Teresa couldn't shake the feeling that she had to be quiet, to tiptoe around them in case sudden noises would somehow make the situation worse. Even the soft whisper of the rosary beads seemed rude, or was that the sound of her own voice whispering Hail Marys? She had said so many today she wasn't even sure if she was saying them aloud anymore. "De nada, if you are still hungry I will get more." Now that her job was technically done, however, Teresa didn't know what to do. She could move on to the next person but she didn't want to leave Sadie alone like this, but if she stayed she'd have to talk and Teresa never knew what to say. "He is very strong, your brother," she said finally. "He will be back soon to be bossy, that is what brothers do, yes?" “Yeah,” Sadie said weakly, feeling the burn behind her eyelids again. “Bossy and overbearing,” she added, but on the last word she choked and went silent. What would she do if Sam didn’t come back? How would she go on? Her family was so splintered and broken already, every hole she tried to plug just seemed to open up wider. Her thoughts started to stray to her mother and grandfather, and how they would - or wouldn’t - cope with the death of the Good Child, the one that didn’t screw everything up. She shook her head abruptly and swiped at her eyes. She couldn’t go there. Not now, not ever. One thing at a time. “How’s Sol? And Mikael and Callum?” she asked, all in a rush, to divert her worries from Sam to her teammates. Obviously they were no different than him, but she hadn’t gone to their beds today, so she couldn’t say for sure. Oh dear, she was only making things worse, wasn’t she? Teresa bit her lip, wondering if she should have kept quiet instead. This was why she hardly ever spoke in training - other people were much more eloquent than she was and she was happy to let them monopolize the conversation. (Plus, when you had Raphael on your team sometimes it was hard to get a word in edgewise.) “They are the same. I do not think I have ever seen Sol like this, not moving,” and she tried to smile but she glanced over at his bed and the smile faded. Sol was always so lively, even without the constant movement that his powers gave him, and seeing him so still was unnatural, like he was already - Não, pará-lo, stop it, she thought quickly. There is always hope. Instead she reached out to pat Sadie’s arm, although she wasn’t sure if she was trying to reassure her teammate or herself. “I will keep praying for all of them. Sam too.” Sadie fell quiet, then. Had she been praying? Really? She’d done the usual please God let them be okay, the bargaining, the constant pleading running through the back of her mind, over and over again, please, please, I’ll be so good. But Sadie wasn’t very religious - she went to church, but she’d been the girl goofing off in Sunday school, uncomfortable around the devout. “Do you think we could pray together, maybe?” she asked finally in a small voice, looking everywhere but Teresa - all around her, students slept. There were just so many people out, trapped in nightmares, going through God-knew-what. Teresa was good. Teresa knew how to pray, properly, so that maybe God would hear. Teresa nodded. “Oh mi hija, of course.” |