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OOM: In the hospital
Aug. 2nd, 2005 12:42 pmLilly doesn’t try to talk to Aaron right away. He’s sedated, for one thing, and his hospital room is crawling with cops. She amuses herself for a little while by breathing cold air on Sheriff Lamb’s neck, but loses interest after about the sixth time he sends a deputy to check on the air conditioning.
The cops leave eventually, except for the two stationed outside Aaron’s door, a nurse comes and goes, and then it’s just Lilly and the man who attacked her alone in a hospital room. She studies Aaron’s face as he lies in bed, noting the bruises Peter’d given him with grim satisfaction, and tries not to think about the wound Aaron had given her.
It’s hard not to think about that or her death or any of it, though, because Lilly has nothing to do but wait for Aaron to wake up. She distracts herself with thoughts of Milliways; wondering if Meg’s drinking extra coffee for her, if Xander’s new eye is still purple, if Mel and Mike and Indy have taken over the hot tub, if Alain’s considering her offer to be partners in exciting criminal endeavors and if Pete likes Duncan’s new braids. She thinks about things to do when she gets back, too. Finish decorating the suite, plan the suite-warming, send Mal, Inara, Simon, and Kaylee off on a double date somewhere really embarrassing and figure out a wedding present for Bernard and Tonks.
And then Aaron wakes up, eyes fluttering, and all Lilly can think about is what she has to do next.
It’s hard, becoming visible. It’s easier to appear to someone who’s come close to death, especially recently, but not that much easier. She concentrates, trying to ignore the stabbing pain in her left temple as her wound, along with the rest of her, becomes more solid, less transparent, more real.
Lilly leans over the bed, waits till Aaron opens his eyes again, and then smiles.
"What up, murderer-sai?"
Aaron’s eyes go wide, white, and panicky, machines around the bed start beeping like mad, and Lilly can hear nurses rushing down the hall. She lets herself fade, smiling a bit crookedly. It’s a promising start. This might just work after all.
The cops leave eventually, except for the two stationed outside Aaron’s door, a nurse comes and goes, and then it’s just Lilly and the man who attacked her alone in a hospital room. She studies Aaron’s face as he lies in bed, noting the bruises Peter’d given him with grim satisfaction, and tries not to think about the wound Aaron had given her.
It’s hard not to think about that or her death or any of it, though, because Lilly has nothing to do but wait for Aaron to wake up. She distracts herself with thoughts of Milliways; wondering if Meg’s drinking extra coffee for her, if Xander’s new eye is still purple, if Mel and Mike and Indy have taken over the hot tub, if Alain’s considering her offer to be partners in exciting criminal endeavors and if Pete likes Duncan’s new braids. She thinks about things to do when she gets back, too. Finish decorating the suite, plan the suite-warming, send Mal, Inara, Simon, and Kaylee off on a double date somewhere really embarrassing and figure out a wedding present for Bernard and Tonks.
And then Aaron wakes up, eyes fluttering, and all Lilly can think about is what she has to do next.
It’s hard, becoming visible. It’s easier to appear to someone who’s come close to death, especially recently, but not that much easier. She concentrates, trying to ignore the stabbing pain in her left temple as her wound, along with the rest of her, becomes more solid, less transparent, more real.
Lilly leans over the bed, waits till Aaron opens his eyes again, and then smiles.
"What up, murderer-sai?"
Aaron’s eyes go wide, white, and panicky, machines around the bed start beeping like mad, and Lilly can hear nurses rushing down the hall. She lets herself fade, smiling a bit crookedly. It’s a promising start. This might just work after all.
