Molly Carpenter | The Dresden Files (ladyofwinter) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2013-09-17 21:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, ~25 points, ~~molly carpenter (ladyofwinter), ~~valen (recondeur) |
WHO: Valen and Molly Carpenter
WHAT: Visiting at the hospital
WHEN: Tuesday evening
WHERE: King's Daughters Hospital
WARNINGS: TBD, likely low
STATUS: Closed/Ongoing
Molly hated hospitals. Every time she stepped into one, she couldn't help but remember the days she had lived in the waiting room, watching for every doctor, hoping that one would come to them and tell them that her father was going to live. It was a grueling experience, certainly one of the worst of her life, and she had no desire ever to repeat it.
Valen, of course, wasn't her father, or even family. His life also wasn't on the line, as far as the doctors knew. But he was alone in this place, without family or friends, and Molly felt for that. She'd not had friends in a long time, and for a long while after Harry died, she'd even been estranged from her family. But they'd been there, and somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew that they would still be there for her, when she needed them.
Valen had nothing of the sort. He was alone in a world completely unlike anything he had ever known, and sick, on top of it.
They'd said it was some sort of withdrawal. Molly remembered the use of magic that had gotten her into this mess to start with, and entertained the idea of 'helping' Valen only for a very brief moment. It was a terrible idea, and would very quickly introduce her to a warden with a sword.
But if she couldn't help him, at least she could be there. She didn't know what she could do, other than offer moral support, but she felt she should do at least that. They'd only been acquainted a little while, it was true, and she had more questions about him than she had answers, but as pathetic as it was, he was one of her only friends here.
Great job there, Molly.
She'd been there since early in the morning, as soon as visiting hours began, and had left a couple of times to get food, or a cup of coffee. It still didn't keep her awake, though, and as she sat reading the paperback romance she'd brought with her she felt herself drifting off. Finally, she dropped the book on the floor, the loud smack of it on the tiling waking her up.