Gabe Winters (ex_blindside211) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2009-08-14 22:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | #solo, 2009-06-12 |
Waking Up Alone
Who: Gabe
Where: His house
When: Morning
Note: This occurred at the hospital.
"Le-me-go," Gabe mumbled, his head shaking as he threw his arm out, hitting the back of the couch. His head was heavy as he tried to lift it, his limbs fighting to stay weighted down. Gabe fought against them, the result being a tumble onto his living room floor, his legs tangled in a blanket. He opened his eyes in confusion. Hadn't he been in the hospital, fighting off orderlies? How did he get home? And when? He tried to push himself up to a sitting position, his arms still weak from the tranquilizers.
"Take it slow." The words came from his mother, who sat in a chair beside the couch. Her hair was pulled back and greasy, and she had black circles under her eyes. She set a book aside and moved to help him back up onto the couch. "What time is it?" he asked as he sat back, stretching out his legs. He needed them to work and now he knew better than to force it. "Eight o'clock," Thessaly answered. "They knocked you out again when you began to fight, worried that, as an obviously distraught werewolf, you'd shift. As a medical professional, I was able to sign you out and bring you home. The police still want a statement, but I told them they could come by when you woke up." She wasn't in a hurry to call them though. Their time would be better spent looking for those kids.
"I have to find her," Gabe said, trying to force himself to his feet. His first attempt didn't work out so well and he collapsed back onto the couch. His mother watched, concerned not for his inability to walk, but of his single-mindedness. Claire had not been at the hospital and was one of those reported missing. She didn't ask how Gabe knew, figuring that it must be instinctual in some way. "You're not going to be able to do anything for her, if you don't take care of yourself," she said. "Stay here, stretch a little, and I'll bring you a sandwich and some juice." Rising from the couch, she disappeared into the kitchen. As much as she wanted to keep her son home and protect him, she had the feeling that was a battle already lost. When she returned to the living room, he was standing, wearing the green hospital scrubs they'd given dressed him in, and stretching. She set the sandwich and the juice on the coffee table. "Promise me you'll be careful. And call the police if you find anything. Don't go charging in on your own," she said, lips pressed together.
Gabe looked at his mother. He could tell she was tired, and would probably sleep better if he stayed home and rested, but he couldn't rest and wait. He couldn't do nothing while Claire was gone. Maybe he wouldn't be any help, but he had to say he tried. He could feel her out there, their bond still in tact. That meant something, even if all it told him was that she lived. That was enough to keep him going. "I'll be careful," he said, giving his mother a hug. If Claire wasn't in trouble, he would have stayed home and worried from there. But there was always a chance he might find something that the authorities had missed. Or, even more likely, he might catch Claire scent. That's what he was hoping for. Being a werewolf had failed him in battle; the least it could do was help him track down his mate.