Bette (eleutheromania) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2018-01-12 09:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | #september 2017, reagan |
Who: Dominik and Reagan
What: Visiting
Where: Mercy Hospital, Room 16
When: Sunday morning, 24th
Status: Complete
Warning: Language?
Dominik knew Nate was going to call Reagan as soon as he left the room. He had that nagging feeling she would walk in at any moment and raise hell of some kind. His door was open and he was watching the hustle and bustle of the doctors and nurses. Someone had mentioned a fog so thick you could cut it with a knife. There had been a lot of accidents. He’d heard Darren earlier, but it wasn’t for him. He knew Fin had been admitted as well. He turned to avoid him, not wanting him to see him in such a state.
He was finally allowed something to eat, for which he was thankful. Even if it was cubed up red Jell-O and a cup of broth. It tasted like that cheap broth that came with ramen packets. He’d given up on it after the first sip. He sat in relative silence, his gaze falling to the bruises along his arms. He should’ve walked away with more than the story they told.
His mother and sister had left to check on his father. He was alone and it gave him a lot of time to think on his life choices and how much he didn’t quite care about them at the moment. The morphine put him in a state between bliss and absolute agony. It itched all over and he’d scratched tracks into his arms near the I.V. His shoulder was stiff and each time he got up to move around, his ankle would give out on him. He was restless here. Like an animal left in a cage too long.
Ioana had dropped off his phone and a few items to keep him occupied. Snapchat had lost its charm. He blindly reached for the jell-O cup, scooping some out and sticking the spoon between his lips. He seemed to have forgotten about the spoon stuck between his lips by the time he heard those familiar footsteps coming down the hall. Dominik raised his brows, his gaze following slowly as his drug induced brain caught up with him.
Reagan was not thrilled with the situation, but then again, who would be? Being woken up at the ass crack of dawn by her brother was bad enough. Being told Dom was in the hospital was worse. She had woken Caius to tell him what was going on before assuring him she would be fine to drive alone. It was best not to overwhelm Dom in the hospital, especially since she had no idea what had happened. The drive to Mercy took much longer than it should have due to the fog, but Reagan managed to get there without incident. After speaking briefly to Nate, Reagan walked down the hall to Dom's room with purposeful steps. She needed to see with her own two eyes that he was okay.
When she stepped into his room, Reagan's gaze narrowed at the sight of him and she slipped off her purse to set it in the nearest chair before approaching his bedside. "What the fuck, Dom," Reagan said. She reached out to snatch the spoon dangling from his lips. "What happened to you and who do I have to punish for it?"
Dominik had forgotten the Jell-O, it had turned to liquid by the time she grabbed the spoon out of his mouth. He swallowed, albeit a little nervously, his brows still furrowed in the confusion, “I needed a nap,” he told her, “a nice long nap with maybe some morphine. Did Nate tell you the bus story? I wasn’t looking where I was going, WHAM! I don’t remember a thing.”
That was quite possibly the worst explanation he could come up with. He supplied a sheepish smile instead. He looked like he was on his deathbed and he was still making jokes. He should’ve been in a full body cast from what the nurses were telling him. Instead, he’d walked away with a sprained ankle, a busted shoulder, a black eye and a few stitches over his brow. He wasn’t ready to talk about the concussion yet. They wouldn’t let him leave and he didn’t want to be here.
He sat up slowly, wincing as he propped himself against the pillows, “Magda was a little push happy. I think she wants my money, or something. Babe, I don’t know. I’d rather not get into her mind. That’s just asking to be dropped into a bag of feral cats.”
He had the shakes, some of it out of fear and some from the medication. He never felt so strongly about not wanting to go home before.
"Push happy," Reagan repeated, her face flaring with heat as the anger began to settle in. "You mean she tried to kill you. When is enough enough, Dominik? She's going to succeed one of these days if you don't do something about it. I don't really give a crap what's going inside her mind." She sat gingerly on the edge of the hospital bed and reached out to take Dom's hand in hers. It took everything Reagan had no to leave the hospital and drive through the damned fog to find Magda and get rid of the old woman herself. "I'm not going to sit by and let her do this," Reagan whispered vehemently, not wanting anyone else to overhear. "You shouldn't either."
“Something crawled up her ass. I don’t remember an argument, but I remember the look on her face when she gave me the shove,” it was horrifying to him how an individual could look so serene in such a chaotic moment.
Dominik had always been an outlet for her anger. She was forced to take care of him and not a penny was given to her. He adored his aunt despite her anger. Now? Now he was starting to see the bigger picture. Magda would always look down her nose at him, the bane of her existence. It hurt, but he knew what he needed to do.
He gripped Reagan’s hand in his own, sensing that if he hadn’t, she would’ve been well on her way to his home.
“I can take care of her,” as soon as he could work up the courage to go home again. As much as he hated hospitals, he was thankful for the vacation from the old woman.
Something crawled up Magda's ass, so she pushed Dom down the stairs. Unbelievable. The woman was evil and something needed to be done about it before she succeeded in truly hurting Dom. Reagan breathed in through her nose to exhale some of the rage away just so she wouldn't yank her hand from Dom's and drive over to that senile old woman's house herself. There was magic she could do, something to cripple the bitch for good… but Reagan would never hurt anyone Dom ‘cared’ about without his permission.
"Can you?" Reagan asked, arching a dark brow. She looked skeptical. "Can you, Dom? Because you're laying in a hospital bed looking like shit warmed over. And maybe you can take care of her, but the real question is, will you?"
Dominik honestly didn’t know if he could, but he would defend anyone that she threatened. He would always throw himself in front of the bus to make sure others were safe. Magda was his problem, but she’d raised him (not without complaint). She often told him horrible things to bring out that hatred and anger- it would make him stronger she’d say. He listened and believed every word.
He shrugged his injured shoulder, thankfully not feeling a lick of pain.
“I’ll do what I have to do. I don’t want her lashing out at anyone because of me. Don’t go near her, Rea. She’s dangerous,” he glanced up at her, “I would gladly take the help though.”
Reagan studied Dom for a moment, her own eyes darkening with temper before she exhaled and swallowed with a small nod. "I'll help you. You know I will." Magda was dangerous? Reagan was dangerous. She was just better at hiding it. And that old lady didn't scare Reagan in the least. "But first you need to get better. And I don't want you going back home to her either, not until you have a plan in place. Do you have a place to stay? I have a guest room if you need it."
“No, I couldn’t ask that of you. I have a hotel room I rent out when I need to get away. Nate offered, but he snores,” he let go of her hand very slowly, moving to relax into the mountain of pillows behind him. “Don’t tell him I said that. I don’t want another prank war.”
“Nate says it could’ve been worse. I think either Magda is a healer or I have a talent I don’t know about,” he pointed out the bruises along his arm, “broken. Someone healed them before I got here. Still sore, but not nearly as bad as a break.” Magda had broken his arm when he was five. That pain wasn’t something you could just forget. “I guess I’m just lucky.”
“Hey, thank you for coming. It was starting to get lonely,” though he’d rather she wasn’t driving in the fog he kept hearing about.
Reagan gave him a Look, mostly because he knew his presence was never asking too much. If the roles were reversed, Reagan was sure Dom would be trying to take care of her too. "It's more than luck," she murmured, "we both know that. If she has the ability to heal you like that, she can kill you too. Obviously she's not above trying, or at least hurting you to prove a point." Reagan squeezed his hand gently. "I'll be here as long as you need me to be. Do you want anything? I can go raid the cafeteria, or go buy you some decent coffee."
Point taken. Dominik was afraid of Magda, but that fear was just adding fuel to the revenge idea. He was going to make her pay for what she did, for the way she treated him the last twenty years. But first? Dom let himself be that vulnerable pile of skin and bones.
A heap of pathetic dark witch that relied on the comfort of others. He craved comfort in the worst way, but that hardened exterior wouldn’t allow for it.
“Coffee would be nice, anything from the cafeteria. I can’t survive on Jell-O cups. Nurse said to take it easy on the food though,” he lifted his arm to show her the I.V., “this thing is bugging the fuck out of me.”
"Leave it in," Reagan instructed, reaching out to run her fingers over the IV. "You need it. But I'll go get you some coffee." Maybe they had a small café in the hospital. From what Reagan understood, a lot of the town was without power, so Joyland was not an option. Not that she thought it was open this early anyway. "I'll grab you something decent to eat too." Reagan stood. "I'll be back as soon as possible. If your crazy bitch aunt shows up, just scream as loud as you can. You should make sure she's not on the guest list."
“I told them,” he huffed, but that didn’t stop the old bag from coming in and making his life miserable. She had the gift of charm. “And thank you. Pancakes would be amazing, if you can find them. I heard the town is still going through some power grid crisis. These machines keep resetting.”
“The power is out, yes.” Reagan sighed. And what a pain in the ass that was, especially with the fog. At least the hospital had generators to keep it running. “But don’t worry. I’m not coming back without coffee and decent pancakes. Try to get some rest.” She leaned over to press a kiss to his forehead. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”