Saint Francis of Assisi (compati) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2020-07-08 21:03:00 |
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Current mood: | worried |
Entry tags: | saint francis, will scarlet |
Who: Saint Francis, open to anyone at the parsonage/visiting Tuck's body
What: ...visting...Tuck's body...
When: Wednesday afternoon
Where: Parsonage
Warnings/Notes: Dead Body, TBA
Tuck's skin had gone gray.
It made the bruising stand out even more, the sickly purples and blues in stark contrast to the lack of colour. Francis was having a very hard time not simply sitting beside Tuck's bed and watching the man's chest every moment, just waiting for him to breathe in again.
Willing him to breathe in again.
The fact that there was no way to know just how long that would take was excruciating.
Francis had managed to busy himself, sending an email to the Sacred Heart deacons and then the congregation, that Tuck was unwell and not up to receiving visitors but that Francis would be filling in for however long it took. They had accepted that easily enough, but if this dragged on for weeks there were going to be questions.
When one of the Merry Men (Francis hadn't actually noted who) mentioned he was hovering again, Francis went to make himself useful in another way. He baked a honey cake with berries from the church cemetery. He made a lovely noodle stir fry as well. It seemed people had about the same level of appetite he did, however, and it all sat untouched, at least for the moment.
Finally, he returned to Tuck's bedroom and he sighed. "I suppose I should look over your notes, Michael. Prepare for Sunday. I just keep hoping you'll be back by then." It was unlikely. And even if Tuck was alive again by Sunday, who knew what state he would be in? Francis had seen immortals come back to life, and take months to come right afterwards. It was the main thought he couldn't get out of his head. Tuck would be coming back for sure, but how would he be?