Who: Matt & Lydia What: Matt comes back injured from a mission, a worried Lydia makes him pay for it Where: Camelot Castle When: Backdated to Tuesday, April 14th 2015 Warnings: TBD but who knows, there's a lot of sharp instruments lying around
The last sixteen hours had been the longest of her life. When they'd gotten the news late the night before that a combat mission had run into trouble, enough that they'd been forced to turn back to Camelot before the mission was complete, Lydia hadn't been able to fall back asleep. More accurately, she hadn't bothered trying, after practically pacing a hole in her bedroom floors she knew enough was enough. She'd never been one who could sit idle, not when there was a part of her that was just waiting for more bad news.
Instead, she'd immediately busied herself with helping to make the preparations for the team's return, and there was plenty to do to keep her occupied. Alerting the medical and kitchens staff in the morning to prepare for soldiers that needed medical care or food when they get back, deploying a small security team to meet the returning members of Camelot at their chosen drop point to escort the wounded back to the castle ahead of the others. She updated Daniel on the situation personally and coordinated with the castle staff, all while keeping track of the combat team's movements with every update over Camelot communications up until the very second that she heard them enter the castle.
Being the head of security, it was possible that some of these tasks didn't necessarily fit into what could be considered her daily job description, but there wasn't a single soul in or around the castle that would have dared challenge her once she set her mind to doing something. For one thing, this was her family's organization. For another, Lydia already had a fairly solid reputation for being able to cut a person down using just words when she was angry enough, and people tended to go out of their way just to avoid a verbal lashing from the more intimidating Evans sibling.
Also? Her boyfriend had been on that mission, so Lydia wasn't exactly in the mood to let anyone get in her way.
The last she'd heard over communications, Matt had been injured. No details on how badly, but enough details on how exactly the mission had gone sideways that it could have gone either way. After a certain point, Lydia had just been glued to the incoming reports, listening to any updates on the number of injuries and how close they were to home. Due to their location and the number of injured, their arrival time had already been delayed twice, and after enough hours had gone by Lydia was really starting to go crazy. There wasn't enough to keep her busy for long, and that's when the more unwanted thoughts started to creep their way back in. The irrational fear that something could still go wrong, even though she'd already been assured that he was alright. Lydia hated that part of her a little, resenting the fact that she could unravel like this for anyone so quickly, but when it came to her family it was true that losing people was almost a curse. She'd lost too much already.
Once the injured members of combat arrived the following night, Lydia made for the medical wing. She was so deep in her tunnel vision that she nearly blew right past Matt's friend Gabe Martinez leaning just inside the door frame with a distracted, "Oh, hi Gabe," before stopping and turning back around with a mildly sheepish look on her face. "Hey, doing alright?" Gabe flashed Lydia a grin and shrugged. He looked fine, just some scrapes and bruises on his face, the standard. "Me? Yeah, I'm good. Just waiting on Andrés, he's getting stitched up." He paused, a knowing look crossing his face that made Lydia borderline annoyed with him as he jutted a thumb over his shoulder. "Matt's, uh, back there."
Lydia huffed out a sigh of relief and barely stuck around long enough to say thank you before she was already barreling towards the back of the wing, only sort of aware who she was practically mowing down in the process. "Where is he? Get out of my way!" Once she finally caught sight of him sitting on one of the farthest beds, Lydia rushed over, wound up and feeling a powerful mixture of pissed off and worried that he was here in the first place. "Matt, what happened? Are you okay? How bad is it?"