Re: Hospital: Sam & Loren & Cris (pt 1)
[Time had passed since Sam had last said anything, and her labored breathing let him knew that she was sleeping. If fitful and drowsy half-consciousness could be considered sleeping. Loren watched her blunt little nails dig into her hands in her sleep, and the only reason that he'd laid his hand(with more caution than he'd have given a rabid animal), was because he didn't want her to accidentally rip out her IV in case she seized or just had a nightmare. Loren thought the drugs were supposed to keep both at bay, but he didn't know. He could speak Russian and Farsi, but reading and writing still got all jumbled like his brain hadn't figured out how to connect itself perfectly after all of these years. So he didn't ask for a magazine from the nurse's station. Loren just closed his eyes, and rested, listening to the beeps of her heart monitor while he considered the events of tomorrow. The last time he'd been at this hotel, he'd lured multiple men to their deaths. He'd even brought Micah back to life after playing Dr Strange Surgery on the man in his own kitchen, but now as a member of the Hand, he knew that he couldn't just run around torturing fuckers for the hell of it.
It was about that time that rage came storming across the room. Loren's gun was in his lap, and he thumbed the safety while the rest of his body remained sleep-still. He watched the man's approach through the distorted bulbous chrome of the hospital bed rails. The room was still lit enough that it gave him a decent assessment in that half-lidded glance that never lifted to the man quickening his pace across the tiled floor. Height and weight were considered as less important factors than muscle tone. Dark hair, Hispanic. It was the glint of the badge on the man's hip, which caught the light mid-stride, that was when he passed the gun beneath Sam's mattress with just the use of his thumb, slowly, slowly until it was out of sight. When he drew a deep breath, it was still like sleep, but his core tightened in preparation for the attack a moment before it even came.