Delilah (deewall) wrote in neogenesisrpg, @ 2009-03-17 02:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | delilah waller, jebidiah jefferies |
Who: Delilah Waller, Jebidiah Jefferies, Jr.
What: Visiting the sicko.
When: Monday evening. About the same time as this.
Where: Seattle Medical
Rating: PG-13 for language
Status: Complete
True to the nurse's word, Delilah had been moved out of ER and into ICU and from there to PCU because they needed the beds. Epidemics weren't frequent in Seattle and boy was that felt when something like this hit.
Delilah pressed the ice cube to her lips and cringed. People did this for fun? She knew there were some sickos out there but extremely low temperatures and humidity were not her idea of a good time. She shivered and then groaned because that made her arm hurt again. Of all the symptoms to pervade, that was the one. That and the cramping that came and went in cycles. It was hormonal, they said. It was nervous. Whatever the fuck it was, she still had it and that meant another night in hospital.
Armed with a bouquet of flowers and a large arrangement of balloons, no one questioned Jebidiah's intent at the hospital.
"Delilah Waller? May be listed under Hatayama..." he asked, tapping at the nurses station rhythmically as he waited to be steered in the right direction. This was the third wing he had been directed to. "She hasn't been discharged in the past hour, has she?"
The nurse shook her head. "Second ward on the right." They were well out of ICU out here, in the middle of sick people land. Delilah had dubbed it that in the middle of the night, when she'd woken up convinced that she was dead. The afterlife wouldn't smell like urine and sound like people crying. She was pretty sure.
Jeb held back the boisterous hello he intended upon bursting into the room, even doctor's wives couldn't get private space. "Well wishes delivery." he sang in a quiet tone as he shuffled over to her bedside. "How're you holding up?"
Delilah flashed him a smile even before his face registered. It would either be Gil or the nurse. If the nurse, that meant more meds. If Gil, it was sweet of him to stop by. When she noticed it was neither, her face fell just a little. "If you're counting on a delivery, I gotta say I'm going to be out of commission for a long time after this."
"No hurry, I'm sure everyone is too preoccupied at the moment for any deliveries to be acknowledged." Jeb grinned, setting the vase of flowers on her tray and started to tie the balloons to a support rail. "There, something colorful and shiny to stare at while you're high."
"Do I look high?" she asked and a giggle intruded. "The doc can set you up with some... really nice stuff." She lifted her one good hand to mess with the flowers, needing to touch more than see to make sure she was really there. That she wasn't dead.
"You're floating on clouds, baby." he drawled, laughing along with her when she giggled. "I'm high on life, you probably need the stuff more than me anyway. Any idea how long you're in?"
"They'll set me loose," Delilah sighed. "Eventually." She pried one of the flowers loose from the bouquet and buried her nose in it. "S'nice of you to stop by... especially since they've been saying on the news that you're all responsible." She looked at him over the colored petals, not sure if she was accusing or just... checking.
"Come on, I only prefer the electrical kind of viruses." he joked, albeit it quietly and hopefully away from curious ears. "Something bigger is afoot here, way beyond our skillset. We're still digging to see where it is all coming from."
Delilah nodded. "Figures. Can't trust anything you see on TV." And then some. You couldn't trust school, the government, religion... not even your computer screen. So what was left? "Glad to know you boys aren't all dead."
"Keeping above water, at least trying to." Jeb nodded before reaching into his bookbag. "Glad to see you're alive and kicking too. I have a package here, one for you and the other for the guy on your floor."
She groaned, displeased and folded the flower behind her ear. "You gotta be kidding me..." Had he missed the part where UPS wasn't delivering? "I can't, man, seriously."
"You're the only one who can. I wouldn't ask if there was someone else." he pulled the packages and stood, walking over to her closet. "It's not like there's a rush on this, just whenever you can. Like before."
Dee scratched at her temple. Fuck, maybe she was allergic to flowers. "Can I ask what's inside? Can I hope it's candy?"
"No, but I can assure you that whatever is inside will cut down on me dropping in on you to ask for favors by, like, a lot." Jeb answered, slipping the two wrapped boxes into Delilah's bag. "I'll have to visit you like everyone else."
"Promise?" she smirked. "I'm liking the balloons and the flowers. Now I can be the envy of the whole ward." She tried not think about the things she was meant to deliver. It didn't concern her, right? She'd been content with that in the past.
"Well, I can keep up with the flowers, if your hubby won't object." he replied, closing the bag and the closet before returning to Dee's bedside. "But I can promise you that this is your last job from me."
She didn't ask him to promise that. Wouldn't. "Okay. Cool." She flashed a smile and batted her lashes. "Don't worry. Every doctor's wife is supposed to have secret admirers. What else am I supposed to do while he's working?" Ferry packages to strange people. Get sick and think she might die. Realize she won't, not yet, and what that meant.
"I can admire easily, milady." Jeb winked and squeezed the safety rail instead of her hand. He didn't know whether touch was something wholly unwelcome with the nervous system or not. "When you're free, we should do lunch."
She didn't move to touch him, even if he was within reach. "Right. We can meet and talk about the weather. Or compare notes on how it feels to be on the receiving end of a government ass kicking. Metaphorically speaking." Because if they weren't behind it, if the House of Spades weren't responsible - there weren't many other suspects. A shrug. Maybe it was just easier to blame those she hated to begin with.
"Whichever topic comes up first," he grinned, patting the rail then used it as leverage to lean away from the bed. "I've got to catch the first bus downtown to make it back from lunch 20 minutes late, so...feel better, kay?"
Delilah nodded, waving him off. "I'll try. Stay out of trouble and all that jazz." Odds were she wouldn't know if he did or didn't, not until he popped up on some wall somewhere. One name among many.