mason normandin ( werewolf ) . (biggestbaddest) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-03-02 23:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-08-01, mason |
disrupted in life by the unknown.
Who: Mason and Telyn.
Where: The Hospital.
When: Early evening.
Mason hated hospitals, he had decided. Not only were they constantly buzzing with a level of activity that bordered on maddening, incessant and frantic and loud, but the smells were nigh on unbearable, certainly to a werewolf, even one such as him who had been out in the town all day trying to help clear up after the bombings. At least out there the scents had been spread out and broken up by the rain; even the wave of blood from that debris as he'd uncovered the girl had been easier to bear than this particular cocktail, antiseptic and potent, so much of it man-made and unnatural. It was offensive, and it wasn't helping his mood in the least. Sitting there in that waiting room chair, looking decidedly dishevelled and dirty, not at all like his usual self, Mason was waiting on two things, as he had been for more than an hour. So far there was radio silence on both fronts, and he wasn't sure how long his patience could hold out.
For one, he was waiting to be seen by a doctor himself, given the battering he had taken when he'd caught that concrete slab; his shoulder was throbbing and bloody, his hand was still stinging and probably in need of a good cleaning, much like the other flesh wound, and then there was his knee. His knee was the worst, he could tell even as he sat there, unmoving, and he hated the thought of moving just about as much as he resented the idea of staying still much longer than he already had. Then there was the girl. They still hadn't updated him on her condition, and he had specifically asked to be kept in the loop. Why? Because he wanted to follow it through to the end. Besides, he had gotten involved, and the least they could do after he'd put his own safety on the line the way he had was let him know whether or not the girl had even survived. Given how much blood she had lost and how long she'd gone without food or water, there was no telling what kinds of complications might arise during treatment.
Mason knew all about medical complications. Just thinking about that had a familiar roughness rising in his throat, the beginnings of what would have been a growl if he had swallowed it forcefully down again, rocking his weight stubbornly forward and pushing himself awkwardly up and out of the chair that was too small to hold his large frame anyway. The nurse behind the desk angled her gaze anxiously in his direction as he approached the desk, trying and failing not to limp and reshaping the pain of putting any kind of weight or pressure on his knee into determination -- and a healthy dose of anger at being shoved off to one side like this -- and when he reached the counter he set his good hand on it and called the woman's attention his way with a direct, "Excuse me." She looked up -- and up; she was seated and he was tall -- at him and blinked.
"Can I help you, sir?"
Well, wasn't that a loaded question. "I came in with the girl they pulled out of the wreckage downtown," he said pointedly, holding her gaze the entire time. She had trouble returning the attention he noticed; had she been a wolf, she would be a submissive, lowering her gaze from his like that. In wolf form, she would probably roll over and show her throat and stomach. "Is there any word yet? I asked to be updated when there was news about her condition."
"I haven't heard anything, sir," she said, as if that was a good enough answer.
It wasn't. "Can you call someone and find out?" He formed it into a question for no reason other than he knew he ought to. This was a hospital, and he wasn't in charge here, though there was a part of him that wondered if perhaps things might not run a little more smoothly if he was. The nurse muttered something about checking upstairs, and then she scurried away, leaving Mason at the desk to shake his head and sigh loudly in frustration and disbelief.
The sooner he got out of here, the better.