[WB] Wednesday November 20, 2013 WHO: Asher Diederich, Nikolai Mason, & Colin Redding WHAT: A hospital visit from friends WHEN: Wednesday, November 20, evening WHERE: Hospital Wing RATING: TBD, lowish? STATUS: Closed, incomplete
What abysmal timing. That’s all Nikolai could think at the moment. Somehow it had never occurred to him that Asher could get himself hauled to the infirmary while puttering around on campus. Though, really, it should have, considering some of the bizarre things that had happened on campus over the last few months. Still, had he not heard through the grapevine that the incident was down to power failure he would’ve been at a loss for how someone as competent as Asher could be caught on unawares or stumble into an accident. Either way, the timing was atrocious, only days after their chat on Friday, but there wasn't anything to be done about it.
Nothing was clear, though. There could have been a head injury involved and Ash was lucid enough to text; that was the extent of his knowledge and not knowing bothered him. It would need to be corrected immediately. But the worry and the concern (and dare he go so far as to call it fear?) nagged at him constantly since that first text from Colin. (From Colin, his mind emphasized with a slightly bitter tinge, though he pushed the petulant thought aside easily enough.) Rationally, he knew that Nye was among the best healers he’s had the pleasure of working with and had patched up exceedingly nasty wounds for the telepath himself. Somehow that only fractionally quieted his upset.
When he got the text, Nikolai had been indulging, as usual, in a bit of painting. This time rather than a canvas he was painting a clay vase, though he wasn’t sure what he would do with it afterwards. Within minutes of receiving the text, he’d already pulled on a pair of slacks, then shrugged on a casual jacket and tossed a scarf around his neck, in lieu of a heavy coat. His pigment-stained fingers tapped out a last text as he strode out of the apartment building. The trip to the hospital wing didn’t take long as he speed-walked across campus, stride abnormally long for his relatively short legs.
A scowl marred his features the entire way and anyone with half a brain knew better than to interrupt him for anything less than an emergency. Once he entered the building, Nikolai didn’t bother to ask for directions to the other man’s location: his telepathy and clairvoyance were more than enough to help him find Asher. That familiar mental signature drew him onward. He didn’t spare a glance for anyone else at this point and pushed open the door to the other man’s room without any warning. Though it was conceivable that Asher had recognized Nikolai’s mind touching his during the search, a touch most wouldn’t even register, much less recognize. His gaze fell upon Asher, looking worse for the wear, and he felt his chest tighten at the sight.
Ash… Nikolai projected as he let out a sigh of relief at the same time, the emotion filling their link. Seeing the other man made him feel immeasurably better. What the hell? Despite his harsh words, his colorful fingers reached out to run along Asher’s jawline. Worry still clouded his features, lining his forehead while he pursed his lips.