Shatterstar (shatterthestars) wrote in mutatismutandis, @ 2012-10-11 22:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | dazzler, shatterstar |
Thread: The comfort of family~
Characters: Alison and Shatterstar.
Location: Infirmary, Xavier’s.
Timeline: Thursday, October 11th. Evening.
Description: Shatterstar, now able to sort of move, goes to Alison’s bedside.
Rating: F … for feels.
He didn’t know what time it was. His sense for it had left him completely, being so in and out from the medication and the prolonged exhaustion of his ability. All Shatterstar could tell about this particular time of day was that it was … quiet. He could hear the humming and buzzing of machines, the quiet movements of the staff checking in and then leaving, the occasional shifts on the beds behind the other curtains-- it was all loud to him, because of how quiet this time was. He found that he didn’t care for it, that something needed to change. … Obviously, all the time he had spent in the infirmary bed had caused him to be restless. Shatterstar could only take sitting (or, in this case, laying down) and watching movies for so long. Slowly, ever-so-carefully, he moved himself on his bed, the injuries of their adventure in Manhattan still healing and painful grew worse in feeling as he sat himself up and moved to the edge of his bed. He hadn’t stood on his feet for a few days, but that fact didn’t stop him from reaching forward for the rolling IV pole that he was hooked up to. ‘Star used it to help himself up and now that he was standing-- well, there wasn’t much else that he could do than to check up on his friend. While Bobby had proved himself as an exceptional ally out on the field, it wasn’t the ice-boy that Shatterstar walked towards. No, he slowly moved toward the curtain surrounding Alison’s bed. Pulling it back, he slipped himself and his IV stand inside, letting the curtain swish itself back into place. The thought of whether or not Alison would want to see him hadn’t crossed Shatterstar’s mind. While he had been forceful and pushed her to think of their home at Xavier’s so they could leave Manhattan (and thus, leaving behind any rescue attempt for her father), ‘Star didn’t find any fault in it. He did what was needed for his friend and the team they had assembled. And now, he continued doing the friend thing, and carefully lowered himself onto a chair by her bedside. He was quiet for a moment, but it didn’t last very long. Soon, because he was unsure, he asked, “Alison. Are you awake?” |