Invasion: MSV Chapter 12
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marysuevirusTitle: Invasion:MSV
Fandom: Marvel Universe
Rating: 18+
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the recognizable characters here. They and the world this is set in are the property of Marvel Entertainment. The Purple Team is the property of ginevrasm (Morgan/Faye), ladydeathfaerie (Dare), sessys_fangirl (Jehnna), nanaeanaven (Roxxy) and dazzledfirestar (Haley). They are not to be used without permission. I make no money from this, and it is simply a form of entertainment.
Warnings: graphic M/F sex, language, character death and as always... ANGST
The med lab was chaotic. As soon as the heroes had taken down the creature everyone started to wake up. The staff was trying to get them all to stay calm, trying to answer questions and trying to clear room for whatever casualties may be coming in. Most of the coma victims were at least a little confused as to what had happened to them and how they’d gotten to the X-Mansion, but when they figured out what was happening, they started behaving themselves. Even so, they wanted answers. Hank couldn’t blame them, but he didn’t have any answers to give just yet.
The sound of the med lab door being kicked open caught his attention. “Hank! Get your furry blue ass out here, now!” The voice that was bellowing for his presence caught Beast slightly off guard. He left the office and found that the footprint on his door matched that of their fearless leader. “Where should I put her?” Again, it took a second to recognize the woman in Scott’s arms.
“Here,” He indicated a gurney not far from the growing group in the doorway. Logan, Remy and all of Haley’s teammates were gathering behind Cyclops. Scott set her down gently. “What happened?”
“Damned if I know, Hank. I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“She went after it herself. No one was close enough to see exactly what happened.” Roxxy stepped up beside Hank. “There was a flash of light, similar to the light that the creature gave off and then Haley was…” she shook her head a little as if trying to clear the picture. “She was floating and giving off some kind of energy.”
“Fascinating.” Hank bent low over the lifeless form.
“Henry…”
“She’s not dead, Rosemary.” He said after a quick check for a pulse. “But she will need our help to stay that way.” He went to work quickly. “Rosemary, blankets please. We have to keep her warm.” She hurried off to collect the things she knew he would need and he was thankful to have someone around that was capable of just that very thing. He looked up for a moment and caught sight of her team.
Dare was leaning heavily against the door frame, her arms wrapped around herself. She looked like, if she let go, she might simply shake apart. Logan had a hand on her shoulder, talking quietly to her, reassuring her. Or at least, trying to. Morgan was clinging to Remy, but not taking her eyes off of her unconscious friend as if, if she looked away, Haley might not be there when she looked back. He couldn’t see Jehnna right away. She’d moved toward Warren, needing no doubt the comfort he could provide her. He was holding her tight, sitting on the edge of the bed that he’d called home for three months. Roxxy was hurrying about, the usual picture of efficiency but as she handed him the blankets, he saw the same look he’d seen in the eyes of the rest of the team. They were pleading with him silently to save Haley.
Two more sets of eyes were doing the same thing as he scanned the room. Piotr stood by his bed, having said that he’d spent enough time lying around, thank you very much. He had taken several steps toward the gurney when Scott had brought Haley in, but now he stood just behind Remy and Morgan, the picture of Russian stoicism unless one got a look at his eyes. No reasonable amount of emotional control could hide the pain and fear that showed there.
Ben Grimm and Johnny Storm had been talking near Mr. Grimm’s bed when Haley had been brought in. It had taken a fair bit of the Thing’s strength to hold Johnny back at first, but then the older man had whispered something to the blond that caused him to slump against his friend. That’s where he still was, the same horrified look on his face, the same pain in his eyes.
Hank hoped he wouldn’t fail any of them as he worked. When he finally had her stabilized, he stepped back, whipping his forehead with the back of his hand. “I’ve done all I can. If I knew what exactly had happened…”
“The energy she released was psionic.” Everyone jumped as the Professor wheeled into the room.
“That’s impossible,” Roxxy’s brow crinkled. “Haley doesn’t have any sort of psionic ability. The connections with Piotr and Johnny nearly drove her mad!” She regretted saying it the moment the words left her mouth. The coma victims hadn’t been told anything about the connections yet.
“Wait, what connection? What are you talking about?” Johnny shook off Ben’s hand and moved toward the Professor, his gaze flicked between him, Roxxy and Haley.
The Professor sighed heavily. “While you and the rest of the coma victims were unconscious a psychic bond was formed between the victims and people close to them. Haley was tied to both you, and Colossus.” Piotr had moved closer. “Having no psionic defenses of her own that we were aware of, it seemed that the bond was particularly tenacious.”
“What did this bond mean for her, Professor?” Piotr rested a hand on the back of the Professor’s chair.
“She experienced flashes of what the two of you experienced while she was awake. When she slept, she was thrown into those worlds, those… other lives, head first. She saw, felt… experienced everything you did.” That sent both men back a few steps. “As time passed, it got to the point that she did not have to be asleep to be swept up, as it were.” He looked at both men for a moment, judging how much more would be safe to tell them at that moment. “We thought that the strain of being connected to both of you might have something to do with the severity of her symptoms.”
“She saw everything?” Johnny’s voice came out sounding like he had something stuck in his throat. That answered one question. They remembered at least some of what the alien had pumped into them.
“No,” Dare pushed herself off the door frame, evading Logan and taking several steps toward the small group. “She didn’t just see it. She lived it… she was bounced between three lives like a fucking ping pong ball.”
Logan got hold of her as her palms started to itch and backed her off with a soft, “Easy, darlin’.”
“Why did you not do something to help her?” Piotr spoke to the Professor, anger starting to seep into his voice.
“The only thing I could have done was break the connection, and that would have killed both of you. She wouldn’t hear of it, no matter how bad things got for her.” The Professor’s voice revealed a little of the guilt he felt over the situation.
“How did the alien pick who to connect to who?” Johnny had sat down on a nearby vacant bed.
“It was psychic, genius.”
“Dare, that’s enough.”
“It is a fair question.” Piotr looked like he hated to admit that. “What was he doing in her mind?”
“Actually, it was quite the opposite. The entity picked the person your last thoughts were of when it attacked.” The Professor spoke quietly. “So the question would be, if one felt so inclined to ask it,” Charles shifted slightly, indicated that he had no intention of actually asking the question. “What was she doing on his mind?”
“That’s none of your business.”
“I think it is mine.” Piotr stepped out from behind the Professor.
“Why? Just because she’s with you now doesn’t mean I stopped caring about her.” Johnny frowned, his temper just barely under control.
“Why should I care about your feelings for her?” Piotr loomed over the blond.
Johnny’s eyes narrowed as he looked up at the Russian. “Maybe it’s not my feelings your worried about.”
“Haley would never…”
“She did before you came along, tin man.”
A small mutter from Morgan caught their attention. “You two are un-fucking-believable.” She took several steps toward the men, slipping gracefully away from Remy when he tried to stop her. “She was ready to give up everything for the two of you. Everything. Do you even have a clue what she’s gone through the last three months? I do. I watched her slip away from us knowing that it was all because she wouldn’t sacrifice the two of you to save herself!”
“Morgan, there was nothing…” She didn’t stop for the Professor.
“I know it’s not technically their fault. Fine. But she risked her life for all of us today not only because it was the right thing to do, but because she couldn’t take being afraid anymore. She took it for as long as she could because she loves both of you. But instead of supporting her now that she needs her friends and the people she loves around her, you two are arguing over who she loved more. I’ll tell you who she loved more.” She stepped back, finding her team at her back. “She loved us. We’re her family and no matter what we’re going to be here for her, just like she’s always been for us.”
Roxxy put her hand on Morgan’s shoulder, and after a second she spoke, a wry smile on her face. “Dost thou come here to whine? To outface me with leaping in her grave? Be buried quick with her, and so will I: And, if thou prate of mountains, let them throw millions of acres on us, till our ground, singeing his pate against the burning zone, make Ossa like a wart! Nay, an thou'lt mouth, I'll rant as well as thou.” The Professor and Hank both smiled, though it seemed Roxxy was refusing to explain her quotation.
Hank did it for her. “It is from Act five of Hamlet, at Ophelia’s grave. Laertes and Hamlet fight in her grave as to who loved her more. A fitting quote, though I loathe to think that we will be forced to witness a grave side version of these events.” He leaned over Haley again, adjusting the blankets and one of the IVs he’d put her on. “The long and short of it is, if you want to continue this, gentlemen, do it else where because I think we should be discussing Haley’s medical situation, not her love life.”
“I agree.” The Professor turned to Hank, and flashed him a thankful smile. “As I was saying, the energy that Haley emitted was psionic.”
“And as was stated already, Haley has no psionic abilities.” Roxxy moved a little closer to her friend’s bedside.
“No, but her brother did.” No one seemed to be following the Professor’s line of thought. “You are aware that in some families there is a fail safe of sorts that will not let one sibling injure another with their mutant gifts.” A few heads nodded. “Harper Stone was a powerful telepath, but had he ever attacked his sister, her body would simply absorb the energy like a sponge. I had theorized about this when she first came to the institute, but when Harper died, I thought it a moot point.”
“So it’s something like what happens with Alex and me?” A few people started at the sound of Scott’s voice. Many of them had forgotten he was even there. Probably a good thing for Cyclops being that most of the people involved were not his biggest fans.
“Yes,” the Professor continued. “Yes, that’s exactly what it was. When the creature attacked her mind, it began pouring psionic energy into her, and it was close enough to the energy that would have been emitted by her brother that her body absorbed it.”
“And then, what? She hit her limit?” Logan was chewing on his cigar.
“Precisely. What you saw was the psionic equivalent of a dam bursting.” His eyes locked on Haley. “It was no doubt a horrifying experience for her. It wasn’t only the stored energy that would have been released. Any natural energy in her would have gone with it. She’s been in effect drained dry.”
“So…” Jehnna frowned a little as she tried to take in all in. “What will that mean for her if… when she wakes up?”
The Professor sighed. “I can’t be sure. It may behave like a secondary mutation, like Warren’s healing factor. It may never manifest again in any perceptible way. It may mean that she will be more psychically sensitive but until she’s awake I can’t say for sure.”
Everything was dark and quiet. She was alone, and for the first time in a long time, she didn’t want to be. She was frightened and wanted nothing more than for someone to take her in their arms and tell her that everything would be alright. But she was dead, so chances were good that wasn’t going to happen. But then again, maybe sacrificing yourself for the greater good was like a Get Out of Hell Free card. She kind of doubted it. No one would feel so completely alone in Heaven.
A sound slowly seamed into her consciousness, a slow steady beeping. She took a shallow breath and forced one eye open. The lights were dim and the place had the sterile smell of a hospital. She opened her other eye and looked around, vaguely wondering why the second ring of Hell looked surprisingly like Hank’s med lab. For that was where she was sure she was going to end up. She remembered Dante’s Divine Comedy well enough from one of the lit classes she’d taken years ago. The beeping noise sped as she looked around the room. It was the med lab… which could only mean…
“Like the phoenix from the ashes.” She started slightly at the soft, low voice that floated from the shadows. “Welcome back to the world of the living, my dear.”
“Hank?” Her brow furrowed as she tried to piece things together. She’d gone after the alien alone… or had that been another vision?
“You’ve been asleep for nearly two weeks, Haley.” That shook something loose in her mind and she sat up, looking frantically around the room. “They’re all fine. Everyone woke up after you broke through the alien’s shields.”
“Where is everyone?” She was suddenly aware of how dry her throat felt. Her voice was scratchy from lack of use.
“It’s nearly 2 in the morning, they’re all asleep.” He pulled himself out of his oversized desk chair and got her a glass of water. “Rosemary didn’t want you to wake up alone, so I volunteered to sit with you while she and the rest of your team rested.” She sipped her water, the confusion not leaving her face. “You’ve had a steady stream of visitors. It seems that everyone involved wanted to make sure you were not left unattended. I think Piotr is asleep outside,” Hank let out an exasperated sigh which left Haley wondering how much trouble had been floating around the med lab, “guarding your door.”
Her brow crinkled further. “Guarding my door from what?” Hank studiously ignored the question as he took her now empty glass and refilled it. “So… is everyone still here? I mean…”
“A few of our coma patients have stayed nearby, yes.” He thought for a moment before speaking again. “He has tried to visit you, Haley.”
She swallowed a large gulp of water. “Let me guess, Piotr wouldn’t let him near me.” She felt back against her pillow with a sigh. “I guess I can’t really blame him. If he’d spent three months thinking…” she stopped dead and Hank actually had to walk around the bed to make sure she hadn’t passed out again.
“You can’t blame yourself for any of this.” He spoke carefully. “But I imagine it will take time to… readjust.”
“Yeah.” She suddenly wished that one of her teammates had been there when she’d woken up. She could tell them that she blamed herself. She could tell them that when she first began to wake up, she was shocked to find herself alone, thinking that her husband should be there beside her… and she could tell them that she wasn’t sure which one she’d wanted there more. “Hank?”
“Yes, Haley?”
“Could I have some more water?”
Fandom: Marvel Universe
Rating: 18+
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the recognizable characters here. They and the world this is set in are the property of Marvel Entertainment. The Purple Team is the property of ginevrasm (Morgan/Faye), ladydeathfaerie (Dare), sessys_fangirl (Jehnna), nanaeanaven (Roxxy) and dazzledfirestar (Haley). They are not to be used without permission. I make no money from this, and it is simply a form of entertainment.
Warnings: graphic M/F sex, language, character death and as always... ANGST
The med lab was chaotic. As soon as the heroes had taken down the creature everyone started to wake up. The staff was trying to get them all to stay calm, trying to answer questions and trying to clear room for whatever casualties may be coming in. Most of the coma victims were at least a little confused as to what had happened to them and how they’d gotten to the X-Mansion, but when they figured out what was happening, they started behaving themselves. Even so, they wanted answers. Hank couldn’t blame them, but he didn’t have any answers to give just yet.
The sound of the med lab door being kicked open caught his attention. “Hank! Get your furry blue ass out here, now!” The voice that was bellowing for his presence caught Beast slightly off guard. He left the office and found that the footprint on his door matched that of their fearless leader. “Where should I put her?” Again, it took a second to recognize the woman in Scott’s arms.
“Here,” He indicated a gurney not far from the growing group in the doorway. Logan, Remy and all of Haley’s teammates were gathering behind Cyclops. Scott set her down gently. “What happened?”
“Damned if I know, Hank. I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“She went after it herself. No one was close enough to see exactly what happened.” Roxxy stepped up beside Hank. “There was a flash of light, similar to the light that the creature gave off and then Haley was…” she shook her head a little as if trying to clear the picture. “She was floating and giving off some kind of energy.”
“Fascinating.” Hank bent low over the lifeless form.
“Henry…”
“She’s not dead, Rosemary.” He said after a quick check for a pulse. “But she will need our help to stay that way.” He went to work quickly. “Rosemary, blankets please. We have to keep her warm.” She hurried off to collect the things she knew he would need and he was thankful to have someone around that was capable of just that very thing. He looked up for a moment and caught sight of her team.
Dare was leaning heavily against the door frame, her arms wrapped around herself. She looked like, if she let go, she might simply shake apart. Logan had a hand on her shoulder, talking quietly to her, reassuring her. Or at least, trying to. Morgan was clinging to Remy, but not taking her eyes off of her unconscious friend as if, if she looked away, Haley might not be there when she looked back. He couldn’t see Jehnna right away. She’d moved toward Warren, needing no doubt the comfort he could provide her. He was holding her tight, sitting on the edge of the bed that he’d called home for three months. Roxxy was hurrying about, the usual picture of efficiency but as she handed him the blankets, he saw the same look he’d seen in the eyes of the rest of the team. They were pleading with him silently to save Haley.
Two more sets of eyes were doing the same thing as he scanned the room. Piotr stood by his bed, having said that he’d spent enough time lying around, thank you very much. He had taken several steps toward the gurney when Scott had brought Haley in, but now he stood just behind Remy and Morgan, the picture of Russian stoicism unless one got a look at his eyes. No reasonable amount of emotional control could hide the pain and fear that showed there.
Ben Grimm and Johnny Storm had been talking near Mr. Grimm’s bed when Haley had been brought in. It had taken a fair bit of the Thing’s strength to hold Johnny back at first, but then the older man had whispered something to the blond that caused him to slump against his friend. That’s where he still was, the same horrified look on his face, the same pain in his eyes.
Hank hoped he wouldn’t fail any of them as he worked. When he finally had her stabilized, he stepped back, whipping his forehead with the back of his hand. “I’ve done all I can. If I knew what exactly had happened…”
“The energy she released was psionic.” Everyone jumped as the Professor wheeled into the room.
“That’s impossible,” Roxxy’s brow crinkled. “Haley doesn’t have any sort of psionic ability. The connections with Piotr and Johnny nearly drove her mad!” She regretted saying it the moment the words left her mouth. The coma victims hadn’t been told anything about the connections yet.
“Wait, what connection? What are you talking about?” Johnny shook off Ben’s hand and moved toward the Professor, his gaze flicked between him, Roxxy and Haley.
The Professor sighed heavily. “While you and the rest of the coma victims were unconscious a psychic bond was formed between the victims and people close to them. Haley was tied to both you, and Colossus.” Piotr had moved closer. “Having no psionic defenses of her own that we were aware of, it seemed that the bond was particularly tenacious.”
“What did this bond mean for her, Professor?” Piotr rested a hand on the back of the Professor’s chair.
“She experienced flashes of what the two of you experienced while she was awake. When she slept, she was thrown into those worlds, those… other lives, head first. She saw, felt… experienced everything you did.” That sent both men back a few steps. “As time passed, it got to the point that she did not have to be asleep to be swept up, as it were.” He looked at both men for a moment, judging how much more would be safe to tell them at that moment. “We thought that the strain of being connected to both of you might have something to do with the severity of her symptoms.”
“She saw everything?” Johnny’s voice came out sounding like he had something stuck in his throat. That answered one question. They remembered at least some of what the alien had pumped into them.
“No,” Dare pushed herself off the door frame, evading Logan and taking several steps toward the small group. “She didn’t just see it. She lived it… she was bounced between three lives like a fucking ping pong ball.”
Logan got hold of her as her palms started to itch and backed her off with a soft, “Easy, darlin’.”
“Why did you not do something to help her?” Piotr spoke to the Professor, anger starting to seep into his voice.
“The only thing I could have done was break the connection, and that would have killed both of you. She wouldn’t hear of it, no matter how bad things got for her.” The Professor’s voice revealed a little of the guilt he felt over the situation.
“How did the alien pick who to connect to who?” Johnny had sat down on a nearby vacant bed.
“It was psychic, genius.”
“Dare, that’s enough.”
“It is a fair question.” Piotr looked like he hated to admit that. “What was he doing in her mind?”
“Actually, it was quite the opposite. The entity picked the person your last thoughts were of when it attacked.” The Professor spoke quietly. “So the question would be, if one felt so inclined to ask it,” Charles shifted slightly, indicated that he had no intention of actually asking the question. “What was she doing on his mind?”
“That’s none of your business.”
“I think it is mine.” Piotr stepped out from behind the Professor.
“Why? Just because she’s with you now doesn’t mean I stopped caring about her.” Johnny frowned, his temper just barely under control.
“Why should I care about your feelings for her?” Piotr loomed over the blond.
Johnny’s eyes narrowed as he looked up at the Russian. “Maybe it’s not my feelings your worried about.”
“Haley would never…”
“She did before you came along, tin man.”
A small mutter from Morgan caught their attention. “You two are un-fucking-believable.” She took several steps toward the men, slipping gracefully away from Remy when he tried to stop her. “She was ready to give up everything for the two of you. Everything. Do you even have a clue what she’s gone through the last three months? I do. I watched her slip away from us knowing that it was all because she wouldn’t sacrifice the two of you to save herself!”
“Morgan, there was nothing…” She didn’t stop for the Professor.
“I know it’s not technically their fault. Fine. But she risked her life for all of us today not only because it was the right thing to do, but because she couldn’t take being afraid anymore. She took it for as long as she could because she loves both of you. But instead of supporting her now that she needs her friends and the people she loves around her, you two are arguing over who she loved more. I’ll tell you who she loved more.” She stepped back, finding her team at her back. “She loved us. We’re her family and no matter what we’re going to be here for her, just like she’s always been for us.”
Roxxy put her hand on Morgan’s shoulder, and after a second she spoke, a wry smile on her face. “Dost thou come here to whine? To outface me with leaping in her grave? Be buried quick with her, and so will I: And, if thou prate of mountains, let them throw millions of acres on us, till our ground, singeing his pate against the burning zone, make Ossa like a wart! Nay, an thou'lt mouth, I'll rant as well as thou.” The Professor and Hank both smiled, though it seemed Roxxy was refusing to explain her quotation.
Hank did it for her. “It is from Act five of Hamlet, at Ophelia’s grave. Laertes and Hamlet fight in her grave as to who loved her more. A fitting quote, though I loathe to think that we will be forced to witness a grave side version of these events.” He leaned over Haley again, adjusting the blankets and one of the IVs he’d put her on. “The long and short of it is, if you want to continue this, gentlemen, do it else where because I think we should be discussing Haley’s medical situation, not her love life.”
“I agree.” The Professor turned to Hank, and flashed him a thankful smile. “As I was saying, the energy that Haley emitted was psionic.”
“And as was stated already, Haley has no psionic abilities.” Roxxy moved a little closer to her friend’s bedside.
“No, but her brother did.” No one seemed to be following the Professor’s line of thought. “You are aware that in some families there is a fail safe of sorts that will not let one sibling injure another with their mutant gifts.” A few heads nodded. “Harper Stone was a powerful telepath, but had he ever attacked his sister, her body would simply absorb the energy like a sponge. I had theorized about this when she first came to the institute, but when Harper died, I thought it a moot point.”
“So it’s something like what happens with Alex and me?” A few people started at the sound of Scott’s voice. Many of them had forgotten he was even there. Probably a good thing for Cyclops being that most of the people involved were not his biggest fans.
“Yes,” the Professor continued. “Yes, that’s exactly what it was. When the creature attacked her mind, it began pouring psionic energy into her, and it was close enough to the energy that would have been emitted by her brother that her body absorbed it.”
“And then, what? She hit her limit?” Logan was chewing on his cigar.
“Precisely. What you saw was the psionic equivalent of a dam bursting.” His eyes locked on Haley. “It was no doubt a horrifying experience for her. It wasn’t only the stored energy that would have been released. Any natural energy in her would have gone with it. She’s been in effect drained dry.”
“So…” Jehnna frowned a little as she tried to take in all in. “What will that mean for her if… when she wakes up?”
The Professor sighed. “I can’t be sure. It may behave like a secondary mutation, like Warren’s healing factor. It may never manifest again in any perceptible way. It may mean that she will be more psychically sensitive but until she’s awake I can’t say for sure.”
Everything was dark and quiet. She was alone, and for the first time in a long time, she didn’t want to be. She was frightened and wanted nothing more than for someone to take her in their arms and tell her that everything would be alright. But she was dead, so chances were good that wasn’t going to happen. But then again, maybe sacrificing yourself for the greater good was like a Get Out of Hell Free card. She kind of doubted it. No one would feel so completely alone in Heaven.
A sound slowly seamed into her consciousness, a slow steady beeping. She took a shallow breath and forced one eye open. The lights were dim and the place had the sterile smell of a hospital. She opened her other eye and looked around, vaguely wondering why the second ring of Hell looked surprisingly like Hank’s med lab. For that was where she was sure she was going to end up. She remembered Dante’s Divine Comedy well enough from one of the lit classes she’d taken years ago. The beeping noise sped as she looked around the room. It was the med lab… which could only mean…
“Like the phoenix from the ashes.” She started slightly at the soft, low voice that floated from the shadows. “Welcome back to the world of the living, my dear.”
“Hank?” Her brow furrowed as she tried to piece things together. She’d gone after the alien alone… or had that been another vision?
“You’ve been asleep for nearly two weeks, Haley.” That shook something loose in her mind and she sat up, looking frantically around the room. “They’re all fine. Everyone woke up after you broke through the alien’s shields.”
“Where is everyone?” She was suddenly aware of how dry her throat felt. Her voice was scratchy from lack of use.
“It’s nearly 2 in the morning, they’re all asleep.” He pulled himself out of his oversized desk chair and got her a glass of water. “Rosemary didn’t want you to wake up alone, so I volunteered to sit with you while she and the rest of your team rested.” She sipped her water, the confusion not leaving her face. “You’ve had a steady stream of visitors. It seems that everyone involved wanted to make sure you were not left unattended. I think Piotr is asleep outside,” Hank let out an exasperated sigh which left Haley wondering how much trouble had been floating around the med lab, “guarding your door.”
Her brow crinkled further. “Guarding my door from what?” Hank studiously ignored the question as he took her now empty glass and refilled it. “So… is everyone still here? I mean…”
“A few of our coma patients have stayed nearby, yes.” He thought for a moment before speaking again. “He has tried to visit you, Haley.”
She swallowed a large gulp of water. “Let me guess, Piotr wouldn’t let him near me.” She felt back against her pillow with a sigh. “I guess I can’t really blame him. If he’d spent three months thinking…” she stopped dead and Hank actually had to walk around the bed to make sure she hadn’t passed out again.
“You can’t blame yourself for any of this.” He spoke carefully. “But I imagine it will take time to… readjust.”
“Yeah.” She suddenly wished that one of her teammates had been there when she’d woken up. She could tell them that she blamed herself. She could tell them that when she first began to wake up, she was shocked to find herself alone, thinking that her husband should be there beside her… and she could tell them that she wasn’t sure which one she’d wanted there more. “Hank?”
“Yes, Haley?”
“Could I have some more water?”
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Date: 2008-09-07 03:51 am (UTC)Great chapter, sweets. Brava! (And Yay! Haley's alive!!)
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Date: 2008-09-07 03:56 am (UTC)There will be more soon, I believe. ;)