Claire Fox (she_wolf_seer) wrote in st_margarets, @ 2014-04-08 17:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: claire fox, character: trent kane, location: the infirmary |
Who: Claire & Trent
What: A visit
When: Wednesday, April 9th, late afternoon
Where: The infirmary
Rating: TBD
Claire had been in this room twice this year. Once after the Wendigo and the other just recently from her close call with Andrei. She was all healed from that but the whole ordeal still weighed heavily on her mind. What happened? Why was she so helpless, she’s never helpless, she hated feeling helpless. She shook her head. No time to focus on that. Trent was here, on that cot looking so pale it scared her. Her heart pounded in her chest. Trent was her one little beacon of light in her life. He could make any moment better with a joke or a smile. Now here he was, looking so lifeless and…not him. She had to keep reassuring herself that she saw his chest rising and falling as she walked closer to the cot.
Once she was right next to it she sat on the edge by his hand. She ran her fingertips gently up his far arm across his chest and down the other, scared that even the slightest touch would injure him further. She slipped her hand into his and ran her thumb across his knuckles, hoping that small action conveyed how she was feeling. She wanted to fix him, she wanted to do something. She had to….why didn't she see this coming? Why didn't whatever forces that sent her visions choose not to warn her in regards to Trent. He was her friend, did they want this to happen? She couldn't believe that anyone would want someone as wonderful as Trent to be hurt this bad. At that moment she never hated the visions more. He was in this bed because of her. Because she couldn't see it so she could stop it...she wasn't able to save him.