Deb Geller has looks that can kill (glarebeholder) wrote in undeadsiegeic, @ 2014-07-12 04:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | deb, travis |
WHO: Deb & Travis
WHERE: Hotel - Banquet Hall turned Infirmary
WHEN: July 12, 2014; 3AM-ish
WHAT: Concern and reminiscing, but mostly grumping.
This room used to be some kind of banquet hall before, used for fancy parties and strange conferences. Situations greatly preferred, despite how annoying they had all once seemed, to the setup it currently housed - the infirmary. At some point cots had been pushed in, makeshift dividers thrown up to offer some shred of privacy. Stubbornly Deb hadn't thought about having to be one of the people sitting in this room. Stationed next to one of the stupid cots, worried about a loved one. Yet that's where she'd been for hours now, once the group had returned from their supply run carrying an unconscious Travis. She'd dropped into the chair next to him and had refused to move since, glaring at anyone who even tried to suggest she should. He looked pale, and thinner (but who didn't lately). She had no idea how the supply run itself had gone, didn't know if they'd managed to get anything. Didn't care about anything but the idiot who'd lost enough blood, or gone into some kind of shock, to pass out on the way back to the hotel. The medics that kept checking on him had undoubtedly explained it to her, repeatedly, but she just wasn't listening. People's voices weren't really registering, sounding foggy and far away instead; not worth trying to understand. An attempt to find a comfortable position had resulted in Deb pulling the chair as close as possible to the bed, pulling her legs up to hug her knees. At some point in the last half hour or so she had slumped forward slightly, not quite asleep but far from completely awake either. Idly she picked at a loose thread in the blanket, staring at her fingers. Occasionally glancing up enough to reassure herself that his chest was still rising with each breath. Blue eyes were rimmed red from tears she refused to shed, and heavy from the tiredness seeping into her bones. She was nauseous, and tired, and far too attached to this stupid boy who was clearly going to do nothing but shatter her heart into a million pieces one way or another (but by god she'd rather have him alive and not with her if she had to choose how it happened). |