dr. jane cooper (andadoctor) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2010-12-13 09:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | batman, robin, watson |
Who: Luke & Thomas (Later w/ a side of Jane!)
What: Thomas takes care of Luke and calls Jane to make sure he's okay.
Where: Batcave Warehouse
When: Friday morning (12/10)
Warnings: PG-13 due to references to violence?
The cold that awaited them outside the plant was actually welcome in comparison to what he’d dealt with inside the freezer. At least it was natural and came with a vast expanse of sky that meant freedom, and he breathed in as much of the night air as he could before his lungs started to burn. During the last few days Luke hadn’t thought he would make it this far, not without sacrificing Wren in the process, but his relief was overshadowed by other things. Guilt was the strongest, followed closely by worry and even shame. It felt like there was everything and nothing to say at the same time, so he opted for the latter and kept silent. Weariness made it easy for everything pass by in a blur, and he didn’t think about what was happening as much as he just let it happen. First he was outside and then he was inside a familiar car, staring out the window without really seeing anything. He kept a hand around his neck without even realizing it, fingers brushing absently at the marks the rope left behind.
It was only when the car came to a halt that he finally seemed to snap back to attention, hesitating momentarily before allowing himself to be led inside the warehouse. He was aware enough to recognize that it was safe, secure, and probably the next best thing to a hospital. In comparison to Thomas, though, Luke didn’t think what injuries he had were anything serious - bruises and marks would fade, but bullet wounds were something else entirely. His own lack of food and water over the past few days seemed to have slipped his mind judging by the way he looked at the IV when it was slid into his arm, but after a couple of moments he simply sighed, leaning back and tugging the thermal blanket - which he hadn’t let go of yet - closer around himself. His focus was fickle, sliding in and out of awareness, but ironically enough he was too tired to sleep.
After what felt like hours, but in reality was only a couple of minutes at best, Luke forced himself to actually start paying attention to what Thomas was doing. “It isn’t bad, is it?” He was referring to his gunshot wound, not realizing that the lack of clarification could be mistaken for something else.