Clarice is working with portals (lostinexile) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-02-24 20:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, claire farron (lightning), clarice ferguson (blink), neena thurman (domino), serah farron |
Wait wait wait. Oh my god. It's you!
Who: Neena, Clarice, Lightning and Serah
What: Coming in for repairs
Where: Hospital
When: 2/23
Status: complete
Rating: PG-13 for blood
The hospital was on a lockdown. No one inside it was allowed to leave, for their own safety, though it was admitting more and more triage patients as the injuries outside its doors racked up. The air quality was the number one cause, but there were several cases where the orcs had wreaked havoc on people.
Lightning didn’t mind so much - it made her own stay in the hospital a little more bearable. They’d moved her from the ICU to a normal bed, in fact, to make themselves more room. That was yesterday morning and today her entire wing had been converted into overflow triage and observation areas.
Serah was sitting next to her, taking a bit of a nap in her chair. It was almost midnight when a nurse dragged two women into her room. One was… a pink color, with darker pink hair. Lightning thought that was a little strange, but she barely had time to register that when the dark haired woman the nurse had been holding onto let a noise out of her throat and started trying to run out the door.
“Fuck no. No. NO no no no. NO. Damn it,” Neena yelled, then bent over into a coughing fit that would possibly have woken the dead. When she recovered, she kept right on shouting, “You said… you said a quick trip… just for a splint and some stitches, that’s what you said!”
"Your lungs, your fucking lungs," Clarice said coughing. She wrapped her arms around her, thinking this was something more than just hating the doctor. "Let them put you on the fucking oxygen!"
Serah was startled awake, and grabbed Light's hand. "What...?"
"I can't... I can't... I can't stay here..." Neena wheezed. The nurse, who was used to the occasional hysterical patient, motioned for one of the orderlies to come over and restrain her.
She turned to Clarice, "I'll get a sedative. STAY right here, both of you. You'll both need oxygen."
The orderly restrained Neena, who tried to kick him and even bite him, anything to escape. But in her current state she wasn't really getting anywhere.
It was so comical that Lightning was trying not to laugh. She squeezed Serah's hand a bit, "We've got company, that's all."
"Fucking..." Clarice dissolved into a coughing fit, doubling over on top of Neena. "Sit still...fore you kill us both."
"She's pink. That girl is pink!" Serah pointed!
"Yes, she's pink. It's not really polite to point. Or stare. Maybe she's one of those cos-people. The ones with the costumes and body paint," Lightning responded. She was smirking a bit. This was the most entertaining thing she'd seen since her time in the on-site VA hospital.
Neena thought maybe she might actually be dying, and if she was going to do it, she wanted to do it just about anywhere but in a hospital. Hospitals were unclean horrible places filled with doctors and needles and drugs and shit. She was mainly just glad that it was Clarice dragging her in there instead of Rose.
But still, she wanted out. She wanted OUT. She readied herself to fight the orderly tooth and claw, but that's when the nurse arrived like a knight in shining armor.
She very unceremoniously pulled down the back of Neena's pants, swabbed her, and shot her in the arse with a syringe, "There. That should calm her down enough for us to treat her."
That was it. Lightning started to laugh hysterically. It hurt and made her wheeze, but she didn't care. The nurse gave her a look, "Don't you start, Lady, or I'll put a needle in your ass, too! Don't think I won't!"
"Oh do it, please do it," Serah said, starting to laugh. Clarice ignored them and helped the nurse get Neena into a bed.
"I'll take you out shooting if you'll just behave." That's it, that's the ticket! Just bribe Neena into behaving.
Lightning stopped laughing at that and shot Serah a look that would have frozen even the firey pits of hell, but of course it had very little effect on her sister. The nurse thought it was pretty funny, too, but there was no actual reason to sedate her other patient (even if she'd been heavily tempted to over the week), so instead she busied herself with getting treatments ready.
The orderly helped Clarice roll Neena onto the other bed, then had Clarice sit down. The bribery may or may not have worked, but for the time being she just laid on the bed, looking exactly as pitiful as she felt.
Which was pretty pitiful. And just slightly terrified. She glanced over at Lightning and Serah, then back at Clarice, "If you get me out of here... I will be so good. So good."
Serah just smiled sweetly and batted her eyelashes at her sister as though that’ll make everything all right!
“And how good is that?” Clarice purred, raising her eyebrows and resting her chin on Neena’s shoulder. Unlike kitty pryde some people she had the ability to separate physical relationships from emotional ones.
The look Serah gave Lightning apparently worked, because she slumped back against her pillows and stopped glaring at her sister. Instead, she turned her gaze to the women in the other bed.
The way they were acting towards each other was just annoying. She wasn't homophobic or anything, she didn't really care who someone else slept with. Light's main problem was with public displays of affection in any form whatsoever.
As if sensing the discomfort of the woman in the other bed (and possibly because the sedative was starting to kick in), Neena rolled over in the bed towards Clarice, weakly reaching a hand out towards the woman and purring a bit when her finger hit skin, "I will be so... so good, Clarice... so very good..."
She pet the pink woman's skin with her finger, "Your soft, soft boobs will be happy with me... I will make you so fucking happy."
Serah started giggling because that was so hilarious. “I didn’t know breasts could have an emotion.” She poked her sister in the hand. “Did you know breasts could have emotions?”
“Breasts can have emotions,” Clarice called out, guiding Neena’s hand exactly where she wanted and sighing. If it kept Neena distracted she wasn’t going to complain.
"My breasts are currently disgusted," Lightning murmured, scowling. She didn't particularly care if it came off homophobic or not. They weren't likely to ever see these women again, and they were being obnoxious.
Now that Neena's hand had found it's destination, she squeezed a bit and tried not to giggle. Giggling hurt. Honestly, even talking felt like knives were poking into her lungs, but she'd have been willing to tough it out. It really felt amazing, though. The boob did, "Boobs have so many emotions. Boobs are awesome."
The nurse chose that moment to come in with a cart laden with oxygen tanks and breather masks. She raised her eyebrows up at the two women in the back, "This is a hospital, not a hotel room. And neither of you would get very far in that condition anyway. Keep it in your pants and put these on."
She gave one to Clarice, and strapped the onto Neena herself. Then tightened it a bit and adjusted it so that the strap to pull it off was out of reach. Neena gave her a look that could have killed, but the Nurse was pretty resistant.
“I can be the judge of that,” Clarice offered, snickering. She made a disappointed sound but happily inhaled real genuine oxygen. “Oh that feels so freaking good.”
Serah thought that Neena looked somehow familiar but she couldn’t place it. “Breasts are nice, but they have to be very certain ones.”
A vein on Lightning's forehead visibly twitched, and she tilted her head from one side back towards Serah so quickly that she could have given herself whiplash, "What."
In the background, Neena only giggled more.
"What? What what, Claire?" Serah darted her eyes and sank down into her chair. She hadn't thought before speaking. "What's the big deal, it's not like I've slept with any women. I can look! I mean I'd rather be with a guy but if the right girl came along..."
“That’s what I said before I met the right girl and now I prefer girls,” Clarice chimed in.
Now that the nurse was gone, Neena twitched around a bit until she found a way to get the mask off her face long enough to talk. Then, she added somewhat deliriously, "Chiming in to say... I spent thirty-something years thinking I was straight and it took bad-touch rapey dreams to get me to see otherwise. Boobs are awesome."
She put it back on her face for a few seconds and then blinked her eyes and added, "I might be a little gay."
Lightning wanted to throw her hands up at this entire topic. Her sister noticed breasts?! But she'd rather sleep with men, which was even worse, "You weren't even the age to know what you were doing when you had sex with that man."
Serah had been... what, 16? It made Lightning want to find Booker DeWitt and kill him. Her eye twitched just slightly. Various monitors she was attached to started to beep a little faster.
"You're welcome," Clarice breathed. "And if anyone wants to find out if they're a little bit gay, just step right up and we'll have a little fun." she giggled.
"I wanted to thank him," Serah said quietly. It had been really stupid, but it hadn't been bad. "Claire, calm down, it's not like Booker is around."
The mention of Booker's name made Neena's eyes widen. She couldn't decide if she wanted to laugh or cry and the end result was that she went into a coughing fit and started slapping her good hand up and down repeatedly.
The mask came off of her face and she started howling, "Oh my god. OH MY GOD! DO YOU KNOW WHO THIS IS? DO YOU?"
She started hacking hard enough that little sparks and dots took over her vision, at that point, and flailed for her mask back.
"...What the hell is wrong with you now?" Lightning questioned, staring at the other woman again. This had stopped being entertaining and was just tiring.
"What? Who? What?" Clarice lifted her head. "Wait wait wait. Oh my god. It's you!" She pointed at Serah! "You're the jailbait she told me about that her boyfriend slept with!"
No wonder Neena was dying.
Serah sank down into her chair. "It's not that funny!"
It really wasn't that funny, and Lightning felt like she might be dying, too. She glanced back over at Serah, watching her deflate a bit, then glanced at Neena again, and scowled, "I'm going to kill that man. I'm going to kill him."
Neena gasped out, "By all... means... fucking... kill... that man... fuck... deserves it..."
“Guys, can we not talk about murder in a public place?” Clarice rolled her eyes, resting her head on Neena’s chest.
“Can we not kill him at all?!” Serah would hit her sister but she was already laid up!
Now Serah sounded even more upset, and Lightning lifted up one of her hands from her bed to put on Serah's. She was too protective of her sister, and she knew it. She hadn't meant to hurt her.
"Alright. No killing him."
At this point Neena had mostly calmed and was just wheezing. She simply signed a thumbs up sign. And started plotting out an escape plan in her head.
Clarice fell silent, closing her eyes. There was just the sound of the oxygen for a minute or two before she said. “Don’t even think about it.”
"I can't spend the night in here," Neena whispered, "I will die. Really."
Her fingers fidgeted a bit with the cord to the oxygen mask.
From across the way, Lightning snorted, "Take me with you."
“I’ll protect you,” Clarice promised. “None of you will die for spending the night in a hospital. God. Babies.”
“Claire really is a big baby,” Serah agreed.
"I am not a baby. I'd just rather be recovering in my own bed, in a place where the jello isn't so horrible," Lightning muttered. It made her even grumpier than usual when Serah referred to her by her real name.
Neena snerked, "I'm not a baby, either. Hospitals are bad, bad places. You don't understand."
She didn't even fully understand, but they always made her skin crawl and her naturally paranoid state even worse than usual. She looked like she was about to try and escape that very moment, in fact, but the Nurse came in with another doctor to hook up some IV fluids and pain medication.
For all Neena had protested being called a baby, she certainly made herself look like one. The second the doctor held up the needle, she passed out. That was probably for the best, anyway, and the Nurse didn't even look surprised.
Mostly, she just looked relieved to be able to do her job in peace.