Zoie (if_i_believe) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2014-02-14 12:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-10-03, nora, zoie |
the current takes me out
Who: Nora, Zoie and Mama!Irving (NPC)
Where: UofM hospital
When: Mid-afternoon
Zoie's eyes fluttered open and the ceiling of the hospital room slowly swam into place. The sharp aches in her chest and tingles in her hands and legs had vanished; the former replace by a dull, deep ache. Her hand - the one not attached to an I.V. tube - came up and touched the thin hospital gown she was still wearing. I really need to get them to give me personalized ones of these. I could start my own line... Stylish hospital wear, there would totally be a market for it. Underneath the thin material she could feel the new line and the stitches that had closed it up again. So that had been real... she felt a pang that had nothing to do with the raw scar as her finger touched where there was a second one that would likely match, only it was much older and smaller. She had only been a very little girl the last time they had needed to cut her open. Her mother hated when she said that - "cut me open" - but Zoie thought it was true. She had seen a video of it before... it was like gutting a deer, only the goal was to keep the person alive. They had succeeded with her this time so good job on them. But did they have to leave her all scarred up? If she had been able to see her reflection then she would not have been surprised to see that her lips were twisted with distaste. Verbally she always said she did not care about certain things, but the truth was... even if she could... no one would be interested in someone who had as many scars as she did in the places she had them.
With a quiet groan, Zoie managed to push herself up into a half-sitting position. That was when she noticed the other blonde in the room. Her automatic response was a bright smile, but it faded almost before it had fully formed. She wasn't there. Zoie had never actually asked Nora to always be there for her, but she had promised... and it was shocking to find just how terrifying it was despite her age to be left alone. And there Nora was. Zoie looked, but she could see no signs that there was anything wrong with her sister. No casts, no cuts... no indication that she had been in an accident that would have delayed her or destroyed her phone... Zoie was shocked by the emotion she felt building up inside of her. It was not a pleasant one at all and it was accompanied by a wave of guilt. Who was she to just assume Nora would be there to take her to hospital? She was a full-grown woman with a job and life of her own and she did not have to be there taking care of her at every moment. Had she not said that very same thing herself? She insisted...
"Good to see you, Nora." Zoie's voice carried the rasp of someone who had only been swallowing ice chips given by a nurse, but it was still clear enough. "You don't look hurt." Oh, she had said it. The second the words were out of her mouth, Zoie wished she could take them back. "I' sorry, I didn't... I didn't mean that..."