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alltheheroes2014-12-27 08:28 pm
transonicbubblegum) wrote in alltheheroes2014-12-27 08:28 pm
Breathe deep, breathe clear
Ten l o n g days and nights.
Time has blurred into one long continuous stream that feels so surreal it must be a bad dream. Or at least, that's how it feels for the student that has kept constant vigil at San Fransokyo Memorial Hospital. Leave had been allowed for the students following the fire at the showcase. They had called it a 'tragic incident' and expected students to return after the funeral that had been held on a rather rainy afternoon.
Tragic isn't even close.
Go Go had begrudgingly attended classes only at the insistence of her fellow classmates, but there was no heart in it for any of them as they struggled to push through the hours until they could go where they felt they needed to be most. For her, it meant sitting in the warm ICU room where her professor has been making a slow recovery. She came whenever the other students were visiting of course, but would always return at the shift change for the night nursing staff to arrive. It was easy to slip in with them distracted during orientation rounds. At first, the nursing and nursing aides had insisted she leave, threatening to call security, but a few brief words, and she had managed to stay put. The girl only ever seemed to leave to go stretch her legs, visit the restroom, and get a drink of water before returning right back to her perch. She never bothered the staff or the patient, and perhaps that's the only reason they allowed her in to watch over Professor Callaghan. That, or they felt sorry he had no blood-relations to visit.
Given that she, nor any of the other students, would be contacted if anything went wrong, Go Go had to make sure for herself.
Seated on the window sill as always, she keeps her legs pulled up tight against her chest with her arms wrapped snugly around them, making herself as small as she can while her weary eyes stay locked on the monitors and machines surrounding the inflatable bed that constantly cycles air quietly beneath her teacher. Steadily, the ventilator pumps air in a regular rhythm, providing an audible reassurance that the man laying covered in so many bandages and lines is still, in fact, alive. Every so often she dozes, head resting against her knees just right, but she never completes a full sleep cycle before awakening to the sound of another beeping from a machine.
The numbers on the monitors and machines are so foreign to her. If Tadashi-
If he were here, he could easily translate all of them. Only from experience has she learned what sort of numbers at different spots are acceptable and which are not by watching the reactions of the nurses and doctors checking on him so frequently.
By now the smell of burnt flesh had diminished quite a bit from the first night she had spent in the room, and it makes it much easier to resist the urge to wrinkle her small nose whenever she has to take a deeper breath in an effort to keep herself calm.
All she can do is wait, and for someone that so loves speed...
it's hard.
that was me forgetting lmao
Oops.
"Shoot, hold on." Hiking her up a bit more, he moves a bit more quickly than he had, sighting the envelope on the chair; he seems positively chagrined for letting it slip his mind, because he is, he hadn't put it away or set it up and it would have been in the way and messing things up for Callaghan and the doctors and just made things worse-
It's a bit difficult to get it out of its envelope one-handed, and he manages, quickly looking around for a place-
yet it works
While she could have held herself for a moment to get the envelope open, she appreciates that he was able to manage it one handed. Tired though she is, the delay from Wasabi is still noted. He always knows where to place things for organization in the lab, but in a setting like this, where someone else is in charge of keeping it organized?
"Lean it upright on the inside of the low right rail up by his wrist." Leaving it just slightly towards Callaghan those couple inches to the side of the bed should give enough space for him to lift his arm and turn his wrist to grasp it when he wakes up.
8D;
Though even with a conversation with Go Go, he doesn't seem to have moved very much. A little, yes...and, come to think of it, that's oddly reassuring. Moving a little now means he'll move more in the future, right? And get right back to where he was before.
(Or close to it.)