Ep. 1.5 - "Visiting Hours" - [Closed]
May 28, 2013 13:20:38 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on May 28, 2013 13:20:38 GMT -5
(( Taking some rough stabs at time -- this is 24ish hours after ))
Her Mom once explained to her that people dealt with stress, with trauma, differently. Sometimes people cried, or ate their way through ten lasagnas. Sometimes they stayed up all night watching their way through all the disney classics. Sometimes they clung to contact, when others isolated themselves. Or, she said with Catherine's head in her lap, they slept.
She woke up 14 hours later with the memory of her mother's voice in her ear and fingers in her hair, exhausted. Her head felt foggy, body telling her that she hadn't slept a wink. And she supposed some of that might have been true. Her body was shut down but her brain never quite got that memo. Events were still as vivid as if they only happened minutes ago. But her body clock was off.
Wondering how long ago she actually laid down, she tried to sort each memory into its proper time slot. Doors shutting to the med bay, Sideswipe laid out on a berth, Verdigris launching into repairs. She'd tried to stick around for as long as she could, but after a while pacing, the atrium was too small as space. Didn't feel like sharing company, so she paced herself back to her room with about a dozen movies and the intention to watch all of them until Verdigris told her news. That was sometime in the evening, and she'd lasted through a few and a half movies until she finally passed out in her own bed.
That should have been 24 hours. More or less. Right? Even if it only felt like an hour had passed.
Cat forced her legs over the bed, to sit up, her muscles sore and brain foggy. 24 hours, and she could get some news. Maybe see him.
About 20 minutes later she was standing in front of the med bay doors swallowed whole by oversized and ripped up sweatpants and sweatshirt, looking right and left for any signs of life other than the two brothers on the berth just inside. She didn't see anything, or hear anything, which must have meant surgery was done. It also occurred to her she might have slept longer than she thought.
The doors hissed open, and in she walked. The med bay looked as it always did; tidy in its own way, Sunstreaker looking peaceful in his own space, places where one of the jets may or may not be hiding (like everywhere else in Haven)… and the deep red of Sideswipe laying near by. Alive. For a second she debated leaving, now that she knew what she wanted to know. But for a few seconds longer, she decided just to stay for a bit.
Her Mom once explained to her that people dealt with stress, with trauma, differently. Sometimes people cried, or ate their way through ten lasagnas. Sometimes they stayed up all night watching their way through all the disney classics. Sometimes they clung to contact, when others isolated themselves. Or, she said with Catherine's head in her lap, they slept.
She woke up 14 hours later with the memory of her mother's voice in her ear and fingers in her hair, exhausted. Her head felt foggy, body telling her that she hadn't slept a wink. And she supposed some of that might have been true. Her body was shut down but her brain never quite got that memo. Events were still as vivid as if they only happened minutes ago. But her body clock was off.
Wondering how long ago she actually laid down, she tried to sort each memory into its proper time slot. Doors shutting to the med bay, Sideswipe laid out on a berth, Verdigris launching into repairs. She'd tried to stick around for as long as she could, but after a while pacing, the atrium was too small as space. Didn't feel like sharing company, so she paced herself back to her room with about a dozen movies and the intention to watch all of them until Verdigris told her news. That was sometime in the evening, and she'd lasted through a few and a half movies until she finally passed out in her own bed.
That should have been 24 hours. More or less. Right? Even if it only felt like an hour had passed.
Cat forced her legs over the bed, to sit up, her muscles sore and brain foggy. 24 hours, and she could get some news. Maybe see him.
About 20 minutes later she was standing in front of the med bay doors swallowed whole by oversized and ripped up sweatpants and sweatshirt, looking right and left for any signs of life other than the two brothers on the berth just inside. She didn't see anything, or hear anything, which must have meant surgery was done. It also occurred to her she might have slept longer than she thought.
The doors hissed open, and in she walked. The med bay looked as it always did; tidy in its own way, Sunstreaker looking peaceful in his own space, places where one of the jets may or may not be hiding (like everywhere else in Haven)… and the deep red of Sideswipe laying near by. Alive. For a second she debated leaving, now that she knew what she wanted to know. But for a few seconds longer, she decided just to stay for a bit.