Re: Visiting the Hospital
It wasn't Cris that came down. It was Sam.
She'd slept a little the night before, but not much, and it was probably obvious just by looking at her that shit wasn't going so good. But she came down, slow and it took like twenty-something fucking minutes, yeah? To make the walk. But they said walking was good, yeah? And she figured she could sit once she got down there. Because Sam knew Daniel good, yeah? She didn't expect him to come upstairs. He hated hospitals, and she still remembered what it was like when he'd come after shit with Ian. How fucking terrified he'd been, and she didn't want to put anyone through that.
So, yeah, it took a while. But she put a tired smile on as the elevator doors open, and she padded over to where Daniel and Iris and Lou were gathered. She still wore hospital issued pajamas, and her hair was clean. The circles around her eyes were pigment-bright mauve against pale skin, and she looked small without the belly she'd been lugging around for months. Her eyes were swollen, and her hand was tight-grip on the IV pole that featured hanging bags of medicines for her seizures.
"Don't freak about the meds," she said, carefully sitting ginger in one of the waiting room chairs. "It's just getting me back on schedule with my head meds, and there's just today left to go, then I lose my strings or whatever."
And everyone looked unhappy, yeah? Which she wasn't surprised by, but she still tried to fucking smile through it. SMILE WIDER, yeah? "Cris is with the baby."