|Jess Van der berg (insolentia_) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2017-09-17 15:45:00
|Entry tags:||jameson kemp, jess van der berg, jesse delacroix, victor brannigan|
Who: Jess van der Berg, Victor Brannigan, and open to their friends and families
What: Hospital aftertimes
When: Saturday late night/Sunday early morning
Warnings/Notes: Aftermath of torture, maybe descriptions
While Victor required a lot more medical attention that JJ herself did, now that she was safe she felt like something had snapped inside her. She didn't want to be out of Victor's sight for a second and, thankfully, it seemed like he felt the same way. And so they had been given a room together, and she had watched while the doctors and nurses patched him up and did what they could to address his physical wounds. She felt like she was half his watchdog and half like she needed him to protect her still. To stand between herself and everything bad.
Had he broken at the last second? Yes. Did she blame him for even a moment? No.
"Hey," she said to him, when they were finally alone. She knew the waiting room would be full of their people and the onslaught of them was about to begin. She was so pleased she was about to see them again, but for this last second alone, there was something she needed to say. "It's okay."
"It's not," Victor sniffed hard as he ran the fingers of his one good hand over the bandage on the other. "I told them- I told them to hurt you."
"You couldn't take any more," JJ said with feeling. "I know. I know you couldn't. It's okay. They didn't hurt me, Michael got there in time. And even if they had, it's not your fault. Victor. It's not your fault." She could be strong for him here, in this place of safety. How strong had he been for her when the circumstances were so much worse. "You reached your limit."
Victor just covered his face with his good hand, and waited for the door to open, admitting the people they loved into the room.