Who: Jack and Cecilia (and later, Lennon!) When: 7am Where: the hospital
Cecilia came awake slowly, and in absolutely no hurry at all. She felt better than she had in days, and even her sleeping mind wanted to enjoy that. Finally, some relief. Memories returned to her slowly, but the darker parts of the previous night were still lost to her. Actually, everything about the previous day was extremely fuzzy. She was trying to sort out what had actually happened and what had been a dream when she shifted slightly, and realized the sensations were all wrong. Only after she opened her eyes did she become fully awake.
Being in a hospital should have been a comfort to her, but she still felt that jolt of fear. She didn't like the idea that she had been moved, touched, handled without the most express of permission. She didn't like not knowing where she was. In an act of common sense she most certainly wouldn't have thought of yesterday, she checked her arm for her subject bracelet. It was there. Still in Mount Zenith, then.
She took in her surroundings. Most of what she saw actually was a comfort to her. She didn't like that the antibiotic wasn't labeled, but at least they were getting something. She could hardly argue with it when it was so clearly working. Moving slowly but with much more ease than she would have found yesterday, she transfered the bag of fluids to the same IV pole as the antibiotics so she wouldn't essentially be trapped in her bed. Then she lowered the rails on the right side and slowly, oh so carefully put her feet on the ground. When she stood she felt a wave of dizziness, but she closed her eyes and breathed deeply until it passed. It did pass, and that was another improvement from yesterday. She checked the lengths on the pulse-ox and the oxygen. The oxygen cord was long enough to let her walk around; the pulse-ox wasn't so she took it off and silenced the alarm on the monitor. She was in her element, and she felt better for it. When she felt steady enough to walk, she gripped the IV pole (thankfully on wheels), and slowly made her way to the curtain on the right side of her bed. She yanked it back without much thought, not entirely expecting someone to be on the other side of it. Still, she was only slightly startled to see Jack. This made sense. She winced slightly, only at the knowledge of how loud the curtain had been. She never would have done that to a patient in the real world. She also didn't like just barging in on him. But now that she saw him, in his hospital bed, in the same situation she was, she wanted to check his levels. And she wanted to make sure Lennon was there, too.