09-14-2015, 11:33 AM
Ivan felt disappointment well up as the pastor high-tailed it out of there. Damnit!!! He ground his teeth in frustration. Now that he was alone, with the machines and TV on silent mode, the room seemed so empty.
He lay back down, feeling the now cool pillow against the back of his head and ears. All of his pains were gone and he felt constricted now around his middle where he was bound.
He was tired. It was odd. Not like he had been out all night partying or anything. All he did was sleep. But the quiet of the room seemed almost overwhelming. He didn't like it. He could almost hear the slight hum of the air control system switching on and off. He had gone somewhere, touched and opened something that he normally kept a lid on. And now that he'd exposed it, it was hard to stuff back in the box.
His eyes fell on the TV and the endless scroll at the bottom. It was hard to read at this angle. The images seemed distorted, as if through glass. Or water. But he knew what it said. He squeezed his eyes shut and felt the ghost of a tear at the corners. He swallowed and tried to push it all away. But the images from the screen and from the marketplace followed him.
Despite his tiredness, sleep was a long time in coming.
Despite his miraculous recovery, the doctors wouldn't release him just yet. He played it off, of course. And, of course, they didn't believe him. But it wasn't a crime to recover quickly. Especially when they looked at his record and saw that not only had he already been AT the Guardian but had been released on the Ascendancy's orders. Lucky, that.
Not that he minded totally. Not when one of the hot nurses came by to check on him. Then he totally played it up, flirting and joking. Officer injred in the line of duty wasn't exactly a turn off, after all. He even had a few new numbers in his phone. But it was all a game. None of it felt real. Underneath it all, that sense of disappointment seemed to suck it out of him.
Still, no use crying over spilled milk. That wasn't who he was. He may not have his mojo back just yet, but, well, life didn't wait on you. There was a job to do. Some assholes to track down and stop.
One in particular, he thought. And for that he'd need help. Dorian probably would be pissy but it couldn't be helped. It had been worth the risk, despite how it turned out.
Finally forcing the docs to discharge him- and wearing some actual freaking pants in for what seemed like forever! sheesh you never imagined how nice it felt to be fully dressed!- he walked out of the hospital and into the squad car that had been sent to pick him up. He chatted with the officer for a bit and then pulled out his wallet and dialed up Dorian. Might as well get this over with.
He lay back down, feeling the now cool pillow against the back of his head and ears. All of his pains were gone and he felt constricted now around his middle where he was bound.
He was tired. It was odd. Not like he had been out all night partying or anything. All he did was sleep. But the quiet of the room seemed almost overwhelming. He didn't like it. He could almost hear the slight hum of the air control system switching on and off. He had gone somewhere, touched and opened something that he normally kept a lid on. And now that he'd exposed it, it was hard to stuff back in the box.
His eyes fell on the TV and the endless scroll at the bottom. It was hard to read at this angle. The images seemed distorted, as if through glass. Or water. But he knew what it said. He squeezed his eyes shut and felt the ghost of a tear at the corners. He swallowed and tried to push it all away. But the images from the screen and from the marketplace followed him.
Despite his tiredness, sleep was a long time in coming.
Despite his miraculous recovery, the doctors wouldn't release him just yet. He played it off, of course. And, of course, they didn't believe him. But it wasn't a crime to recover quickly. Especially when they looked at his record and saw that not only had he already been AT the Guardian but had been released on the Ascendancy's orders. Lucky, that.
Not that he minded totally. Not when one of the hot nurses came by to check on him. Then he totally played it up, flirting and joking. Officer injred in the line of duty wasn't exactly a turn off, after all. He even had a few new numbers in his phone. But it was all a game. None of it felt real. Underneath it all, that sense of disappointment seemed to suck it out of him.
Still, no use crying over spilled milk. That wasn't who he was. He may not have his mojo back just yet, but, well, life didn't wait on you. There was a job to do. Some assholes to track down and stop.
One in particular, he thought. And for that he'd need help. Dorian probably would be pissy but it couldn't be helped. It had been worth the risk, despite how it turned out.
Finally forcing the docs to discharge him- and wearing some actual freaking pants in for what seemed like forever! sheesh you never imagined how nice it felt to be fully dressed!- he walked out of the hospital and into the squad car that had been sent to pick him up. He chatted with the officer for a bit and then pulled out his wallet and dialed up Dorian. Might as well get this over with.