WHO: Bridget, Patrick and George WHAT: Hospital visits WHEN: Monday afternoon/evening? WHERE: Hospital! WARNINGS: Mentions of violence? Possibly language.
Bridget was feeling more calm now that she had slept and eaten and it had sunk in that she was safe. David, bless him, had stayed at her side through it all. She didn't want to be without him or at least someone she trusted for a very long time.
Which was why it was fine that when Patrick and George stopped by. She smiled wearily at them when they walked into the room and when Patrick moved beside the bed, she held her arms out for a hug. Pain or no, she wanted to thank them for what they had done. "It's so good to see you," she whispered into Patrick's wild hair. "Thank you for coming. And you," she said, reaching out for George as well.
George squeezed her hand, leaning down to kiss her forehead. He'd been nothing but regrets since that afternoon, full of what ifs and should haves. Should have been better, should have been smarter, should have kept them safe.
But seeing Bridget alive and whole, well. He was pretty sure he'd do it all again just to make sure she was all right.
"How are you feeling?"
Bridget heaved a heavy sigh and she tried her best to give Patrick and George a brave smile. It came out kind of sideways. "Not magnificent. I won't be able to walk for- It might be a while."
George glanced at Patrick, trying not to look worried. He offered Bridget a small smile back in return. "One of us might be able to do something for you. Heal you. If David hasn't already."
Bridget lifted her eyes to meet George's suddenly. "David did. Lucifer left me blind and he gave me back my sight. My feet are- He pushed nails through them. They did a lot of damage."
George slumped down in one of the chairs at Bridget's bedside. "God, Bridget, I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. We should have gotten their sooner, should have had a better plan. Anything. I'm so sorry."
Patrick sat next to his brother, unable even to think of anything to say. He felt sick to his stomach seeing the extent of the damage Lucifer had done to his sister in such a short amount of time.
"No, George-" Bridget licked her lips and she gave him an adoringly exasperated look. "This isn't your fault. The whole time I was there I kept thinking 'what would my brothers do' because you and Patrick and Sebastian...you're the bravest men I know. You've all been through such terrible things and you're still here trying to make other people's lives better. I could have crumpled into a ball and done nothing but scream. But I didn't. I prayed."
George offered her a smile. His guilt was still going full force, but hearing her talking like normal again made him feel less scared.
"Pretty sure you earned plenty of bravery points yourself. You stared Lucifer down and lived to tell the tale without losing your mind."
"Heh. Well that remains to be seen. I don't know how much longer I could have- You got there just in time I think. I'm trying not to stress too much because of the babies, but I'm still terrified. Maybe that's why they won't hold still. Do you want to feel them?" she asked George. Patrick had already had the pleasure. And he looked like he was feeling off-colour and needed to not move any way.
George leaned forward, resting a hand against Bridget's stomach. Sure enough, he could feel the kicking even through the hospital gown.
"Jeez, they're trying to swim laps," he joked. A little quieter, he said, "Settle down, you two. Last thing your mom needs is temper tantrums before you're born."
Bridget smiled weakly at George. "I'm just so relieved they're alright. They can kick me as much as they want. Lucifer- He said he was going to take their souls and let Wrath raise them. My little boy and girl."
"Wha?" George wished he had a more intelligent response, but dear God. Wrath around babies was a recipe for tragedy and horror, and while it wasn't a big suprise that Lucifer would find that hilarious, it was still unpleasant to think about.
"I'm so sorry about Wrath," George said after a moment. "She, um, she doesn't quite understand human emotions, or how people will react. She'd have probably ended up letting you go, if Lucifer hadn't..."
"No, I-" Bridget nodded. "I know. Wrath wasn't so bad. I didn't enjoy waking up in an unfamiliar apartment, but she gave me water. She wasn't even unpleasant until I didn't understand what she was asking. Then she chained me to the radiator and turned it on." Bridget swallowed roughly. "I don't think I mind so much that I'll be in a wheelchair. I don't know as I want to leave my apartment for a while..."
"She wanted to know how you could go from being furious to calm again in the space of a minute," George said, wincing as he explained it. "I don't think she really gets pregnancy, either. But me and Patrick can keep you company in the apartment, along with David. We'll tell you embarassing stories about him."
"She-" Bridget was speechless for a moment and then she rolled her eyes. "Right. Well." Bridget let out a deep sigh and then she laughed. Not hard or long, but she giggled with the mirth of a traumatised person who was beyond tired and who was relieved to hear something so utterly ridiculous.
"Oh boys," she said, breathing once she stopped laughing. "You both need to cheer up. I'll be alright. You saved me."
"Michael saved you." Patrick hadn't said much and Bridget had almost forgotten he could.
"And as far as I was told, he didn't come with you. So who called him there?"
"Oh, um." George picked at his nails nervously. "I'm not sure. We were all praying pretty hard. I sent a prayer right at him, so that might have helped."
"That's my point," Bridget assured him. "I didn't think to ask for his help. You did. You saved my life. I...I was sure he was going to force himself on me. And then I fainted and I couldn't have stopped it if I tried. I have no doubt if he had kept me there he would have, just to gloat about it. You did stop him."
The thought made George's stomach roll, and he'd have pulled Bridget into a hug if he wasn't afraid that might accidentally hurt her.
"We'd have gotten you back, Bridget," George said. "No matter what it took."
"That's why I have such faith in you," she said, reaching out for him. "I love you. My big brothers. I'm going to be okay now.