Hector (fallen_hector) wrote in oblivionrp, @ 2009-04-27 03:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | hector, hector and leto, leto |
caring for Hector
Who: Hector and Leto
When: Early evening
Where: The medical station
Usually a patient would be woken in the recovery room, but Leto had decided against waking him. She'd kept him on an IV for antibiotics and pain medicine, and had since been simply monitoring him closely. It seemed he would have no problem recovering. The operation had been a success.
Leto sat not far from Hector's bed, with only a small desk lamp on the counter behind her for light. Hector was likely to still be in a lot of pain, he might as well sleep as long as he could. She'd had a busy day, but now she took the time to simply sit and write notes on everything that had happened. She couldn't believe she'd actually done it.
When Hector finally started to wake up, his head felt disconnected. It felt like it took a long time for him to realize he was staring at the ceiling, and even longer to remember what ceiling he was looking at and why. Holy shit. He blinked and looked around the room, not actually feeling strong enough to move his head. It worked. His fever was gone, though aside from that, he couldn't really tell how he felt. He felt... high as a mother-fucker.
Looking around the room, his eyes fell upon Leto. She'd actually done it. He couldn't tell if he was surprised or not. With the light behind her, she appeared illuminated, like a goddess or maybe an angel. Both. She hadn't seen that he was awake, and for a moment he just watched her. And then, for no reason other than that it simply popped into his head, he groggily spoke.
"Apollon caught the wounded Aineias now and away from the onslaught of the battle, and set him in the sacred keep of Pergamos where was built his own temple. There Artemis of the showering arrows and Leto within the great and secret chamber healed his wound and cared for him." His words were a little slurred, so he spoke slowly, being careful with each word.
Leto dropped her pen and looked up, surprised by the sound. She stared at Hector for a moment, and for several moments longer was still too surprised to say anything. "...That's from the Iliad." she finally replied.
Hector smiled lazily. "My ma, she had it memorized." he answered, words still slurring. "She used to recite it from memory all the time." There were times when the family wasn't always able to pay the electric bill, and nights when they didn't have power, his mother would recite Greek poetry to them. "She loved it. That's why she named me Hector."
"Mine too," Leto admitted softly. "She loved mythology." She folded her arms over her clipboard and leaned forward against her legs, thinking deeply for a moment, before speaking again. "The Trojans were led by great Hector of the flashing helm, the son of Priam, and with him were marshalled the greatest hosts by far and the goodliest, raging with the spear."
Hector's smile brightened. "Usually people only remember the breaker of horses part." he said. "If anything." He debated trying to throw another Leto quote at her, but in the end his head was spinning a bit too much. Thinking was hard work. "So I'm not dead."
Leto smiled. "No." she answered, voice still hushed. "You're very much alive. We got it out." she told him. "You have an awful lot of stitches, and you'll need to stay the night down here, and come back down every day for an antibiotic. But you're going to be fine."
"Knew you could do it." Hector replied. "Seems like all the others did too. You had a good crew, yeah?" He grinned. "Who needs doctors, anyway?"
"You were very lucky." Leto responded, modestly. She had been very lucky. It all could have been so much worse, even if it had been utterly terrifying. "Are you in any pain? Do you need a pain shot?"
Hector numbly shook his head. "Can't feel a whole lot of anything right now, yeah?" he replied. "No more shots, please. I may regret that later, but I'd like to feel like I can manage to lift my own head." he added. "What time is it?"
"There's no way to tell." Leto said, shaking her head. "The sun went down... maybe an hour ago?" There were no windows in the medical station, and she hadn't left it much today. Once to check on her son and that was it. "Are you hungry? I could order something for you."
Hector shook his head again. "I'm okay." he said. "I really am. Thank you." He wasn't sure if she would get that he meant it more than just for the offer, so it was worth repeating. "Really. Thank you. For everything."
Leto smiled softly. "You're welcome, Hector." She was still over the moon that it had worked, and every once in a while she had to stop and ask herself if it had really happened. She was still coming down from it herself. She owed Alex, Micah, and Jack. Bigtime. Perhaps especially Micah, which wasn't something she was prepared to think about yet.
Hector watched her for a few seconds, and chuckled faintly. "You're not going to stay down here with me all night, are you? Don't you have stuff to do? This wasn't supposed to be your job."
Leto's expression remained unchanged, and she shrugged faintly. "It is anyway, now." She felt incapable of leaving a patient. Her patient. She didn't like the idea of leaving him alone in here anyway.
He was going to have to fight her on this one, wasn't he? What do you expect from a girl named after a goddess? "I read your journal post. You got a little one." he reminded her. "You should be with him. All I'm gonna do is sleep, I can't be expected to entertain you." he said, smirking. "Go. Office hours are over, yeah?"
Leto sighed heavily and looked around the room. She should go back. Levon's visitors weren't leaving him alone, and they weren't like the ones he normally had. She was still so worried for him. She hated to admit it, but she'd been glad for the distraction working had provided her. After a few minutes of hesitation, she got up. She pulled the phone over to his bedside, and carefully wrote down her room number. "I need you to promise to call me if you feel worse. Any pains, sweats, anything. I'll be coming down from time to time to check your vitals. Okay?"
Hector grinned as he watched her. She must have been a hell of a nurse, back in the real world. He'd always liked nurses better than doctors, anyway. Twice the knowledge and none of the attitude. "You remind me of my mother." he told her. "But I promise."
Leto smirked faintly. "Yeah, I get that a lot." she said. She brought the lamp over to Hector's bedside table so he could reach that himself, and then provided a bedpan. "I don't want you trying to get up on your own." she warned him, giving him a stern look. "So you either use that, or you call me."
"Well as long as there's humiliation involved." Hector replied, sighing heavily. That said, he saluted. "Anything else, Doc?"
"I think that about covers it." Leto answered, still smirking. She made one last note of all his vitals and closed his chart. "Good night, breaker of horses."
Hector grinned and gave a small wave. Shit, even that took effort. "Night, Doctor." So fate had decided to let him live. Either he'd suffered enough, or fate had something much worse in store for him.
Probably the latter.