don't let demons in your hospital Who: Bubbles and Nick When: During the elementary school field trip Where: UofM hospital
It hadn't been Bubbles idea to come to the hospital and really, she hadn't wanted to. Hospitals were supposed to be a place that she got to go to and celebrate -- in her head -- the most recent death that she had caused. This? This wasn't that. This was being forced to go to the place and act like she gave any sort of damn about the people who'd gotten hurt in the bombing when really it was their own fault for being stupid enough to go. When she'd first been told about it, Bubbles hadn't wanted to use the allotted time to draw. Then she'd been told she had to, so she'd gone along with it. Drawing number one was... well, the teacher wouldn't even let her take it home and called her aunt. Drawing number two was of kittens, rainbows and sunshine and went over well. That was the one that the teacher thought Bubbles was carrying when they got off the bus. Because that could be given to someone by a curly-haired little girl with dimples in her cheeks without creating a fuss.
What she really had tucked under one tiny arm was a drawing that celebrated her favorite part of the last week: that angelic-blooded air elemental and the were wolf with his pack of dogs. That had been fantastic and the only way it could've gotten better would've been if they hadn't all run away before someone had died. It was always so sad when they ran and Bubbles couldn't catch them because they went different ways. Took all the fun out of it! People watched too many horror movies in this day and age if they knew that splitting up meant the big, bad monster couldn't get them both. Or in my case, the tiny monster. Bubbles giggled and just gave a wide-eyed stare in response to the look that her teacher gave her. Apparently they weren't supposed to giggle as they walked through the halls of these injured people. Had none of them heard of witches? Sure, white witches were completely disgusting and Bubbles wanted nothing at all to do with their magic, but these poor little mortals were all broken and medicine could only do so much. Good. A mini-rant was forming in her mind when the teacher stopped and motioned towards a room on the left. "There you go, Bubbles, just go in and give your drawing to Mrs. Hill. When you're done the nurse will bring you down to the lobby."
Bubbles just gave her very best smile and skipped into the room after waving a good-bye to Briony since she figured that the other demon's drawing had to be at least as bad as her own. Mrs. Hill was sitting up in her bed and smiling towards her. I can fix that. She looked to be in her early forties, like Bubbles' aunt, and probably had kids of her own. "Well hello there, dear." Bubbles hated being called 'dear'. "I heard that you have something for me?"
"I sure do!" Keeping that smile on her face, Bubbles skipped the rest of the way and thrust her drawing out towards the woman. It took all of five seconds for the blood to drain from her face as Bubbles climbed up in the bed and nestled in next to her, jabbing one finger at the painting. "I had to use a lotta red here. People just have so much blood in them, it's amazing!" She giggled again, the sound deceptively child-like, and turned her head to peer up at the ashen-faced woman. "Didja see lotsa blood down at the bridge when it exploded?"