Peter Kimura Whelan (itakunai) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2016-08-04 10:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2019 [07] july, pete whelan, rose montgomery |
Who: Pete Whelan and Rose Montgomery
Where: UMCB
When: Backdated to 7/10, after these messages
What: The aftermath of Rose's encounter with the rogue Hellhounds.
To put it politely, Rose looked like death incarnate when Pete had gotten there. Despite the blooms of black, purple and green that littered her body she had looked much worse before the sedatives calmed her enough to get cleaned and stitched. He hadn’t done the stitches, and she knew he really wouldn’t have been the one to do them but the mix of his presence and the drugs kept her from knocking anyone out. Samples from under her nails had been taken, her clothes removed and all throughout she had remained silent. Unresponsive, really. The only time she reacted had been when they tried to keep suggest keeping her there, but essentially having her own hospital room as a living quarters for the few remaining weeks was a negotiation factor she lept on. Besides, she was all too eager to be wheeled (that was their negotiation) back to her room in order to put on new clothes. Rose had actually tried to refuse the scrubs, which worked, but only because she was forced to wear a paper gown instead. She thought it was a waste, and had said as much. Now in her room she let herself be guided to the bed, the mere action of sitting down causing her to ball her fist which stretched the stitches of her left hand. Oh, right. Studying the neatly done sutures she remembered the second set on her scalp. She had been told that one wouldn’t scar, it was a clean cut from being split open. Her hand would likely have scars, a matching set for the old ones on her right. Time to buy more rings. Inhaling wasn’t a much better feeling than sitting down, and the black and purple coloring it was no surprise as to why. Agitated by the pain she ripped the gown off in a bruised blaze of glory off, sitting there in her underwear, thankfully free of blood, and a sports bra that some random nurse had given her. “Break it to me, Pete.” Her voice was hoarse but it still delivered the deadpan sarcasm everyone knew her for. “I’m out of the hot doctor club, aren’t I?” "Are you kidding?" He laughed, the sound hollow in his ears; the smile on his face felt more like a grimace as he looked at her, though his gaze was unflinching and sympathetic. Looking away from the truth of her injuries would have been cowardly, and it was the least of what he owed her. Besides, he'd seen it all as she'd gone through her clean-up. "You got a lifetime membership in that club for sure." That had earned him a partial smirk. Reaching out for an oversized white v-neck that was draped across the bed, Rise struggled in an attempt to get it on, managing only to get it over the stitched hand with her good one before realizing she was fucked. Stunned into silence she submitted to the limitations, defeated eyes lifting in a silent plea for help as she swallowed back tears for the umpteenth successful time tonight, though she had already cried buckets in between already. He bent down, grabbing the shirt and kneeling in front of her to help. "Head first," he said, then carefully guided one arm, then the other, through the sleeves once she'd managed to poke her head through the top. "It's okay," he added needlessly once they were done, though he knew it was anything but, resting a hand gently on her shoulder before allowing it to fall. She had been uncharacteristically compliant, not that she would have wanted to fight it in this state. "Anything else? What can I do?" He'd thought he'd had a bad break with his house, which was now completely repaired, but this was -- Not for the first time, Pete felt ill thinking of what had happened to his friend. “Well, unless you've got ice cream I'd settle for some company.” Tossing a look towards the clock she frowned, realizing again she had him break curfew. “Slumber party? Jackson won't be back til the AM. He's on patrol, and I..haven't told him.” She paused, mostly to let it sink in for herself. “I didn't tell him last time either, but last time was a little different. This time I can't really avoid it entirely.” "Yeah. I can stay." Pete hadn't even considered leaving, actually, but that was unimportant. He hadn't been around for the last time and the details he had of it were vague, but at least he was here now. Not that that meant anything when really, Rose shouldn't have had to deal with this any time. Shoving some of the extra pillows, most of which she’d commandeered throughout the years, behind her she wiggled back as gingerly as humanly possible. Left hand very, very, very gently patting the pillow couch she had made of her bed. “Sit. Or take a ride in the spinny chair.” Also commandeered. He obliged her readily and took a seat next to her, close enough for his knee to touch hers, hands resting on his lap as he leaned back. “So, pray-tell, why were you alone on this fateful night?” Pete shrugged one shoulder, turning his head slightly to look over at her, only to find her already looking back with rapt attention. There was no point in pretending he didn't know what Rose was asking about. "Still figuring things out, I guess." Noa's allegiance to the Hellhounds felt like a topic to avoid, though, considering who was responsible for Rose's current state. "Seeing a little more eye to eye these days, but there's still stuff in the way. I'm not in a rush to figure it out." And maybe he should be, but just then Pete didn't want to look too closely at that. Making a soft hmming noise Rose looked up, trying to wrap her hazy brain around what he said and what he meant. In the end she just focused more on what he said, because if he wanted her to know anything else he would tell her. Well, frankly she was also pretty high. “Better than not trying to figure things out, I guess.” Looking at her toes she wiggled them as she would her fingers when she was thinking, but unfortunately with those indisposed her toes would have to do. It also felt funny, which was an added bonus. “Is she in a rush to figure it out, or is that the one of the parts you’re seeing eye to eye on?” Eyes ventured back up to her friends face, studying him quietly before offering a Get Out of Jail Free card.. “Feel free to change the subject, by the way. I’m probably easy to distract right now. Unless it’s a book, I probably can’t read right now.” At that she frowned, both because she loved to read and because she was telling the truth. “Can’t focus that hard.” Pete laughed at the characteristic bluntness, shaking his head slightly. "No, it's okay. I better figure it out one of these days, and talking about it's probably better than not. I guess both of us are more wait and see kinda people." It did make him wonder if he ought to be more impatient to get it figured out, or worry about why she was so chill about it if she was interested in him at all, but they didn't owe each other anything. Maybe that was why things had stalled out the way they had. He leaned back a bit more, then asked, "You want me to read you something?" Rose was still grimacing from his previous statement, though it had originally been intended as one of the trademark looks that she often gave. Unfortunately for her those seemed to be impossible to do right now, and instead she looked pained and frustrated. She was, no doubt, but mostly at her own situation. Looking up at him she didn’t laugh, only offering a small smile...again, mostly because it was all she was capable of. “Depends on the story. I was always fond of Scary Stories To Tell In the Dark.” Leave it to Rose to want a scary story after the night she had, but fictitious spooks were much more distracting than the real culprit she dealt with tonight. “Or we can watch a zombie movie on my laptop, I’ve still got some that I took from home…oh! I get to go home.” At that she managed a grin. “I get to have my house back.” "Yeah?" He grinned, too; that look on her face, a bit smaller and dimmer than usual but there nonetheless, was always infectious. Especially since it was the only time all night that she'd seemed to get her mind off of what had happened to her. "When're you going to be able to move in? You'll have to show it to me once you do." She paused, her eyes looking up as she tried to think through the drugs. “Umm..” Finally she laughed. “First week-ish of August? I don’t remember, it’s probably on my calendar but we have to have a house warming party. I didn’t have one when I first got it, so I might as well do it now.” "Definitely needs a party, then. After everything, we should take all the chances we can get." Pete hadn't been able to get his old place again, but he'd tried all the same. At the same time, he wasn't sure if given the chance, he'd actually want to go back. "You think it's gonna be weird living there again?" Another pause, but this one a bit heavier. Giving a small shrug she looked down at her stitches. “I mean, I was attacked a few blocks over so that’s the only thing I’m thinking of as weird.” Reaching out she traced the outline of them. “Though, having my nice, comfy bed back is going to be fucking amazing. Literally, and figuratively.” "Oh." A twist of anger and disgust stirred in his stomach again at the thought and for a moment Pete considered whether he'd be able to enact any kind of revenge on the men who'd done this to her. It burned him up knowing that he'd likely worked to help those men, or other guys like them, when he, Lita, and Bea had been working at the Dog Park in their traveling clinic. Did he wish he hadn't put his neck out on the line for them now, after all that had happened? He wasn't sure. Rose hadn't called him over to brood and plot revenge, though, so with a bit of difficulty he dragged himself back to the present: him and his friend and his commitment to making this night a little less shitty than it already was. "How about that movie, then?" he asked, brightening up his voice a bit more. "And you can tell me all about that comfy bed while we count down the days until you don't have to sleep in this one anymore." Makeshift patient examination table bed or not, they didn't get too far into the movie before they both fell asleep. |