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Discussion in 'Elysium' started by Michael Langdon, Mar 12, 2019.

  1. Michael Langdon

    Michael Langdon American Horror Story
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    MARCH 3RD | AFTERNOON | THE HOSPITAL | @Jaesa Willsaam @Kylo Ren
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    Jaesa disappearing for a few days and not answering texts wasn’t unusual, Michael had very quickly learned that she wasn’t the most sociable of butterflies and sometimes it could be a while before he got a simple reply to the most casual of messages. However the message he finally received after a particularly long stint of radio silence wasn’t the one he’d expected to get. Her absence was explained by the fact that she was in the hospital. She’d been in a coma for a few days. The news came a little shocking to him, he’d always seen her as a powerful figure, so sure of herself and her abilities, she was certainly more in control of them than he was and yet he forgot that unlike him…she was mortal. She could be physically hurt and someone or something had done just that to her.

    He had a strange mixture of emotions swirling around in his chest at the news. On the one hand a distant part of him could see her weakness in this moment, would be able to pick at it like a bird pecking a wound, but a more grounded and human part of him felt sympathy for what had happened to her. He liked Jaesa, she was a friend and he so seldom truly made those. That she had been hurt was unfortunate and yes he could be distant and cold about it if he really wanted to be, but he didn’t necessarily want to be that person entirely. Something bad had happened to her and he was her friend, he ought to treat her like one.

    That was why when he turned up at the hospital he had a modest bouquet of ‘get well soon’ flowers and a card in an envelope with similar sympathies attached. Because that was what people did, it was what friends did and he was trying. He requested where she was from the reception and was guided up to a ward and located the private ward, passing door after door of the dying, ill or injured. Beyond the open doorway was a neutral looking room that smelled of cleaning fluid and sickness to his nose, a large hospital bed was in the centre of the room with Jaesa contained within and that seemed to be all there was save for an upright chest of efficient looking drawers to the side of personal items.

    Michael had pre-warned her in a text that he was coming but he had no idea if she’d received it or not because he hadn’t looked to see. He hadn’t told her when though and he certainly hadn’t told her he was coming armed with the traditional goods of a hospital visit, flowers and card. He strolled into the room with the same confidence he strolled everywhere, posture straight and controlled, chin lifted just slightly but not enough to yet be arrogance or ego. One hand held the bouquet of yellow roses and light purple irises and the small card was tucked under his arm and clamped between his elbow and his side. It seemed like nobody else had made the effort to send her anything looking at the drab interior and Michael was thankful at least for the colour they’d inject into the room.

    He gave a little courtesy knock on the door as he walked through to let her know he was there and wandered into the room, moving to the side of her bed with a suitably concerned look on his face that was quite earnest when he saw her. She looked frail and tired compared to the usual confidence she exuded, it was strange to see someone like that. It made her look vulnerable. She’d probably have hated that he thought that.

    ”Hi,” He said in gentle greeting and flashed one of those innocently charming smiles of his at her, ”I came as soon as I could, and I bear gifts. Apparently this is what people do-” He explained as he placed the card and the flowers onto the table of drawers beside her bed. With his hands free now, instead of turning away, Michael instead turned towards her and swept in to give her a hug. It was perfectly natural for him, he cared about her and though he suspected she’d hate the display, she’d nearly died and that deserved a hug of gratitude that she had not.

     
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  2. Jaesa Willsaam

    Jaesa Willsaam Star Wars

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    Shifting restlessly in the bed, Jaesa scowled across at the television that was playing on the opposite wall. At some point, the channel had shifted to Elysium's News at Twelve and she didn't know where the remote had gone to change the damned thing, so she just scowled at it as though that would make it change the channel or - even better - just turn off entirely.

    She could feel Kylo's amusement at her frustration and restlessness drifting across their new bond, and sighed heavily, letting her head fall back against her pillow. She was sick and tired of this place. She was on the mend, thanks to the strength Kylo had been sending across their connection, but the doctors were still baffled enough about what was making her recover faster than they expected that they were being especially stern in their rules and restrictions. She still couldn't get up and stretch her legs, no matter how much she told them she thought she could do so.

    The only thing that had made her feel better had been Perrin visiting the previous evening, even if his concern and fear for her health had been frustrating in its own way. It had been good to see him, especially given what had happened with Rey. At least one fucked up relationship was perhaps salvageable.

    The only other person she was expecting to visit her was Michael, one of the only other friends she had. She'd seen the text saying he would come and see her, but he hadn't told her when and her lack of any self-esteem or confidence in her personal relationships these days led her to assume it would be a while before he bothered. So when she felt a familiar sense of someone drifting along the corridor towards her, she sat up a little straighter in her bed, frowning. She really had not expected him to turn up so soon.

    "Hi," she murmured in response when Michael came in and spoke. Her eyes followed the bouquet of roses and irises as he set them on the cabinet. It was actually the first time anyone had ever given her flowers, for any reason, and her mind jumped immediately to what Kylo might assume when he came back from collecting their lunch from the food truck outside, that his grandfather had paid to cater for her stay. Kylo was the jealous sort, even when they were just "friends", and explosively so at that.

    "At least you didn't bring me fruit. I hear that's the common thing to do for the sickly and infirm," she said dryly, wrinkling her nose, but before she could say anything else, Michael had turned towards the bed and swept in for a hug, his arms slipping carefully and gently around her even as she stiffened, unable to help or hide the discomfort and alarm at the sudden closeness and touch. Jaesa had never been particularly good with hugs, not unless she was incredibly close to someone, like she'd been with Perrin and Wolfgang. Even Rey, she had been stiff and uncomfortable and had trouble reciprocating whenever the younger woman had hugged her.

    With Michael, too, Jaesa didn't move as he embraced her, her hands held still on her lap, feeling the emotions from Kylo's end of the bond shifting as he sensed hers, and her sense of him approaching the private room.
     
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  3. Kylo Ren

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    Jaesa was coping as well with being stuck in a hospital bed as he imagined a rabid wild dog might in a cage; the only thing missing being the foaming at the mouth, which Jaesa might still develop if the nurses kept her much longer. They seemed to like updating Kylo on her status more than they liked informing her; which was saying something, since they altogether hated him and made no efforts to hide their disdain for the fact that he never left.

    Besides, occasionally, to sleep in his own bed or get food. He was on a mission for the later when he sensed something other than the usual stir-crazy restlessness on Jaesa's end; a spark in interest, to a newcomer. A friend. Someone Kylo didn't know. He'd never been under the impression that Jaesa had many friends, but apparently with her accident, they were coming out of the woodwork. He waited, visibly impatient with crossed arms and a sour expression, until the food was handed off. Then, just as he began back towards Jaesa's room, he felt the shift to discomfort.

    Kylo's steps quickened. Thankfully, his grandfather had thought to put the food truck as close to Jaesa's room as it could be, and the trip up the stairs and down the hall was made quickly under the man's long strides. By the time he pushed the door open, making no attempt to be discreet, he was just in time to witness a man bending over to embrace Jaesa. Beside the table, which now held a lovely bouquet of flowers.

    "Jaesa. Who is this?" He shoved the door shut and stepped into the room, eyes going straight to her with disregard for the blonde standing there.

     
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