Liliya Kennedy (evenindeath) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-02-13 15:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-08-31, liliya |
You know nothing of my kind
Who: Liliya and Naoki
Where: UofM hospital --> Home
When: Mid-afternoon
It was anyone's guess as to who was happier that Liliya was going to be released from the hospital and allowed to go home - Liliya or the staff that had had to put up with her while she was there. She was a vampire for the love of everything holy and they had no idea what to do with her past pumping her full of blood when she came in and keeping it up. She remembered a fifteen-minute discussion the doctor and nurses had had over whether or not they needed to hook her up to an I.V. drip like everyone else to make sure her fluids were right. She had finally gotten tired of it, her head was already pounding and she wanted silence, so she had snapped off at them how moronic they were being. All she needed was blood, B- and preferably from a witch. If they tried to put anything else into her then it was a waste, she needed it about as much as they needed to eat their morning cereal soaked in blood instead of milk. One of the nurses had looked like she was going to be sick after that, but Liliya did not give a single damn. They had shut up and, after setting her broken leg and fixing up her non-existent one so that she stopped bleeding out, had pretty much left her alone. Well, there had been that small incident where someone had thought she needed to be hooked up to a monitor and she had actually shouted because there was no way in heaven or hell that she was going to keep her heart going just to appease their silly little doctor needs. She had spent over a day in this forsaken room and that was plenty time enough. Via had visited her once, bringing her that lovely bouquet of lilies and starflowers, and several other members of the Cyri had as well. Including Maureen who had managed to not get even a little damaged in the explosion. Liliya viewed that as highly unfair, but knew better than to say it.
Speaking of the devil, Maureen was seated in the chair next to Liliya's bed, studying her nails. "I still don't see why you have to have him come and take you home. I'm perfectly capable."
The real answer to that was that Liliya did not want to listen to Maureen as she drove her home. Here she had been trapped in the bed and unable to get away from her sire, but once she left it would be easier. Once she was out of the hospital there was no longer a good reason for Maureen to stay here instead of going back to Lansing, so she would leave. Liliya was grateful for that. She was only equipped to handle her sire for a few days at a time, not nearly a week. A week of exposure to Maureen would have been enough to make anyone feel frustrated and Liliya was no exception. Especially now when she had been hurt because of some idiots and a few bombs. Hurt was also an understatement. Her leg may have been healing quickly, she would be able to use it just fine in another day or so, but the one that had been blown off was another story. That was going to take awhile and it was going to be very obvious what had happened. Liliya had never wanted to be viewed as damaged and now it looked like, at least for a time, she would be. "Because it looks better that way, Maureen," Liliya explained. Again. "Having my husband take me out of the hospital and home looks far better than having my sire do it. Makes me seem more... human." She hated the taste of that word on her tongue. Maybe it would become easier to say when she was as old as Maureen and had forgotten what it was like to be alive. "So why don't you leave and when you get back to Lansing you can call and check up on me. I'll be home by then." Home and in a wheelchair for not even a day, then would come the crutches. Because Liliya Kennedy would be truly damned before she ventured out in the public eye in a wheelchair.
Maureen made a scoffing noise, but she still tossed the magazine she had been pretending to read onto the nightstand before standing, smoothing invisible wrinkles out of her suit before she turned to leave without even a good-bye. Liliya had not been expecting one. But it did feel a lot nicer in the room now that she was alone. Letting out a sigh, she relaxed back onto the bed and focused her eyes up at the ceiling before she reached into her mind for that little part that connected to Naoki. She did not care if he was already on his way or not, she was going to give a little tug just to make him realize how much he needed to be there now. Because if one more nurse forgot that she was already dead and tried to offer her the hospital food instead of a package of blood then she was not going to be held responsible for what she did to them. Even politicians were allowed a little lee-way when they had lost a leg.
It was doubtful that Michael would see it that way, though, so Liliya just really needed to get out before she got herself into real trouble.