Jean-Baptiste Calvert (save_a_horse) wrote in oblivionrp, @ 2009-04-23 15:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | az, az and jean, jean |
Small Miracles
Who: Az, Jean
Where: Attendants of Aphrodite
When: Morning
Jean hadn't woken up Az, even after he read Leto and Sean's notes. He was still in shock. People were missing. No, check that, the entire medical staff was just gone. He wanted to offer aid to the lovely woman who was asking for anyone's help who had any medical training whatsoever. He did. He knew first aid and CPR. But he knew the second there was a single bloody drop of blood, he'd be utterly useless. Best to just stay out of her way. She had enough troubles as it was without him fainting.
So he'd asked the FBI man who'd taken a head count if he needed any help. Not that he could think of anything he could do off the top of his head. But it was something. Something more than just sitting here wondering who was next. When it would stop. What else could go wrong.
Jean sprawled out next to Az, not wanting to wake her, but bloody hell, he didn't want to let go of her either. Ever. But she needed to know. She wasn't some bloody shrinking violet who needed to be coddled and protected all the time. Hell, she'd probably take this better than he was.
Besides, he had some good news as well. Nikko's leg was all better. He had no idea how or what happened, but the huge beast was bounding around on it as if it'd never even been sore. He wished he could be more pleased about it. He really did.
"Azzy," he murmured, nuzzling her cheek. "Wake up, love." This was not going to be easy.