07-01-2015, 11:24 AM
Ivan stared at the ceiling, bored. And tired. Fact was, making yourself feel something based purely on day dreams was tough to the point of being nearly impossible.
Course it didn't help that he could barely move- without pain anyway. Bout the positive was when one of the cuter nurses came in to help him eat. His sides hurt by the end, from the laughing and teasing, but it was worth it. Hey, he had to do something, trapped as he was in his bed. And it took his mind off of things.
A man came into his room- looked sorta professional though his longer than normal hair said that he wasn't on the force or anything. Not a doc either. He also didn't have that take charge kinda look he and his fellow officers had, the one that made people step up and start to tell him what they knew so far so he could make the right decision.
Still, he was glad for a visitor. At the man's words, he smiled. He wouldn't say he was super-religious, but he did try to do the best he could. He'd been baptized at St. Catherine's along with most in his neighborhood. He'd been one of the altar boy's for Father Filyeva, the Archpriest and saw him occasionally on Sundays or on Easter and Christmas. The Reverend sometimes called him about a parishioner who needed help but was afraid to go the police; to talk to a kid who was having trouble staying on the right side of the law. And he had come to see Ivan while he was in the hospital.
Ivan immediately felt a familiar sense of respect in the way this man spoke and held himself. There was a quiet serenity about him. He might not be in charge the way that Ivan or a doctor might be- for a situation that needed someone to make a life or death decision right then and there- but that didn't make him or what he did any less important.
He tried to sit up and only managed a bit before the pain in his sides became too much. "Yeah. That'd be nice."
He looked around. "Day-time TV suc...I mean, is really bad."
He smiled. "You makin' the rounds?"
Course it didn't help that he could barely move- without pain anyway. Bout the positive was when one of the cuter nurses came in to help him eat. His sides hurt by the end, from the laughing and teasing, but it was worth it. Hey, he had to do something, trapped as he was in his bed. And it took his mind off of things.
A man came into his room- looked sorta professional though his longer than normal hair said that he wasn't on the force or anything. Not a doc either. He also didn't have that take charge kinda look he and his fellow officers had, the one that made people step up and start to tell him what they knew so far so he could make the right decision.
Still, he was glad for a visitor. At the man's words, he smiled. He wouldn't say he was super-religious, but he did try to do the best he could. He'd been baptized at St. Catherine's along with most in his neighborhood. He'd been one of the altar boy's for Father Filyeva, the Archpriest and saw him occasionally on Sundays or on Easter and Christmas. The Reverend sometimes called him about a parishioner who needed help but was afraid to go the police; to talk to a kid who was having trouble staying on the right side of the law. And he had come to see Ivan while he was in the hospital.
Ivan immediately felt a familiar sense of respect in the way this man spoke and held himself. There was a quiet serenity about him. He might not be in charge the way that Ivan or a doctor might be- for a situation that needed someone to make a life or death decision right then and there- but that didn't make him or what he did any less important.
He tried to sit up and only managed a bit before the pain in his sides became too much. "Yeah. That'd be nice."
He looked around. "Day-time TV suc...I mean, is really bad."
He smiled. "You makin' the rounds?"