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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2016 18:29:12 GMT -5
(( Decoii )) It had been enough time for Orfeo to stop paying attention as to exactly how much time had gone by since the accident occurred. Nonetheless he found himself day in and day out sitting besides Gail's hospital bed, watching her closely and refusing to leave for anything other than having a need for basic necessities like food and a place to bath. Ironically, as he felt as if her own health was slowly deteriorating, he found himself recuperating, albeit at a slow pace, and become stronger with each passing day. Perhaps it had been by random chance, some kind of divine intervention (a concept he had no plans of partaking in), or simply because he truly had willed himself to live now that he felt inclined to watch over Gail. He recovered strength and muscle mass, and episodes of dizziness as well as his moments of coughing out blood had all but dispelled. Orfeo had finally regained some color to his skin. In all honesty, looking at him now, one would have never truly known of the ordeal that he had gone through had they not been there every step of the way. Only Gail would have truly known, and even then, she didn't know the whole story. He was pretty much alone, and to him, it was a testament of his own willpower and perseverance. In the back of his mind, the troubling thought popped back into his mind, reminding him that he did not need anyone in order to be someone. Orfeo would frown, shake his head, and drive those thoughts as deep into the dark corners of his mind as he could, reaching out to place his large hand gently over Gail's cold fingers, hoping to find some semblance of reaction, of life, but coming up empty-handed. He got up, tired eyes scanning an empty room, and stretched out his back. It was two in the morning, and the memory of the car crash was still fresh in his mind. Orfeo looked at Gail once more. Over the period of.. . was it a year now? He couldn't quite remember, but her wounds had healed. In fact, if anything, Gail was in the best shape possible to leave the hospital. The only problem was that she wouldn't wake up. She refused to wake up, and it had thrown Orfeo on fits of anger, sorrow, and begging, wishing for her to just wake up so they could go home.
Wherever home was.
He touched her hand gently with his finger and slowly walked out of the room, lightly closing the door behind him before turning left. This corridor of white walls and a white tiled floor has become so familiar to him he could cross it with eyes closed if need be. He took in a deep breath, smelling human, and only human, listening in to slight murmurs, pumping of machines, the stench of medicine that hung about the air like a thick fog. Cautious eyes stared at him as he walked by, and why would they not? Compared to humans, he was bigger than average. A tank on man's clothing. A smirk almost formed. Almost. Orfeo did hate the attention it brought to him, but nothing could be done. Genetics was genetics, or so he told himself.
Orfeo finally reached the vending machine. Despite already knowing what every item in the machine would be, he still stood there for a few minutes and eyed every row, almost as if he were amusing himself with the thought of contemplating what he would have, even though he already knew what it was that he wanted way before having gotten off the chair. Orfeo placing in two dollars, punched in a series of numbers, got his change, and took out a cup of chicken Ramen noodles. The edges of his lips quirked into an ever so small frown. He could make better.
Orfeo walked to the microwave, opened and prepared the ramen, then stood in sullen silence, leaning his body against a small table pressed against a wall as the noodles slowly spun. He sighed, closed his eyes while crossing his arms over his chest, and waited in silence.
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Post by Decoii on Apr 29, 2016 21:38:10 GMT -5
The hospital, especially at this time of night was rather calm. The buzz that filled the air during visiting hours had died down leaving the halls bared of all the chaos of chatter and rushing doctors trying to shoulder through the crowd to get to their next emergency. The hum and beeping of machinery was what filled the air aside from small whispered conversation and shifting of papers. Everything was almost peaceful.
Still.
It was something weird that woke Gail up. Her eyes slowly opening to the brightly lit room and they circled around, looking at her surroundings before laying on the huge mask that covered most of her face. She felt strange and she felt like she was on the verge of gagging and puking but never really there. Gail felt... Off, she felt like moving and running and there was something about the silence and the machine that threw her off and she was honestly overwhelmed.
Honestly frightened.
She felt her heart accelerating along with the beeping of a machine nearby and she tried moving her arm but it felt as constrained and as heavy as her face and that only made more panic and more fear stir her insides. She honestly didn't even think. Instinct took hold of her and she found herself needing to run and get away right then and there. Groaning and gagging, she moved her arms up so she can see what was happening. Four needles taped to her arm and she didn't even hesitate before ripping them off and ripping off the mask that covered her face.
Coughing, she sat up and the once calmed beeping turned into a long tone when she disconnected something that was stuck to her finger. As soon as she tried standing she felt dizzy and the world began turning black but she didn't back down, she never really knew when to back down. Not when she was seeing more black, not when her insides started burning and she couldn't breathe. She tried leaving and running away up until she felt her feet give up underneath and her head roughly colliding with the hard tiled floor. She didn't give up until darkness force itself into her consciousness.
For Orfeo, everything would seem fine and normal until a series of beeping disturbed the usual noises of the hospital. A beeping that would normally make everyone become alert and run to aid whichever patient was in need.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2016 15:42:25 GMT -5
Using one of the cheap plastic forks provided at the small lounge area he found himself at, Orfeo stirred the contents of the packaging after taking it out of the microwave. The smell wasn't exactly the best and the taste didn't add points either, but as he sat there slowly eating the cup of noodles he couldn't help but think to himself that at least it looked the part. It wasn't as if it were being advertised as one thing but it was another. It would give him the energy to stay awake a few more hours and not feel particularly drained, which was all he really needed at the moment.
A pair of nurses rushed by in front of him, at a rather brisk pace, without even sparing a glance in his direction. Orfeo wondered who it was that was dying, before shaking his head,valmost chuckling at himself for thinking so morbidly. He wasn't exactly worried over anyone else other than Gail. Enough people had died around him during his stay in the hospital he was almost sure it was more than the number of people he had killed. Almost. Orfeo had somewhat of a tally, he was still ahead by a few dozen points.
He finished off the noodles quickly, taking in large heaps at a time, chewing and swallowing slowly, in no particular rush really. Spinning the cup in his hand one last time, he dumped the plastic fork inside of the disposable cup and threw them both out in the nearest bin, then looked about for a few seconds. For the first time he caught the feint sound of... Something that normally wouldn't be making a sound if everything was going well. As he walked, he couldn't help but hear it louder and louder, and as rather grave thoughts started coming in mind, his pace slowly quickened, making him rush past doctors and nurses as he rounded the corner and stopped.
One too many nurses had entered Gail's room and he could affirm without a doubt that the beeping was coming from there. He breathed in deeply, forcing himself to remain calm,vas a thousand different grim scenarios played out in his head. Ironically he walked slowler than before, almost not wishing to see what was happening, until he rounded the doorway and peeked inside to see more than a comfortable amount of people encircling Gail's bed, looking down at her and talking amongst themselves in a quickened and almost desperately confused tone of voice.
He stared for a few seconds. "What's... Happening"
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Post by Decoii on May 6, 2016 22:04:22 GMT -5
The hushed whispers in Gail's room only died down when Orfeo talked. The Nurses and Doctor's had always been extremely aware of the tank sized man that seemed to fill the room effortlessly. It was because of his size and well known bouts of random hostility that all the nurses and the doctor in the room remained silent for an awkward amount of time after he had spoken. It wasn't until one of the older nurses cleared her throat, that a newer nurse decided to talk. "Well, really, we don't know."
It wasn't a bright answer, but in her defense she hadn't dealt with a lot of hostile people and was rather blunt about the situation. "We thought that the patient died-"
"Mr. Lugo." The doctor who often volunteered to watch over Gail and would be one to visit her often just to check on her finally spoke. "She's an odd case isn't she?" He spoke, ushering the excessive amount of nurses out of the room before closing the door for privacy. He didn't care much for the man who often protected his patient, he cared for his patient, as odd as the case was.
HE was curious, he had to be honest with himself.
After all, this man gave no information on the patient yet he's watched her every day for the last... It had to be over a year now. She was a Jane Doe, with no documentation and no explanation to the multitude of odd medical issue's. Everything about them was off. From the way he got around her to her unresponsive. Her DNA was different, bone density was off, the amount of scars running up her arms and yet this male refused to see it as an attempt at suicide.
She hadn't woken up but the doctors managed to repair her collapsed lungs and bring her back to life the three times that she'd died on the operation table. Her brain activity was massive and yet it went completely silent the moment that she had woken up. He honestly had no explanation for that. After all, no one had gone in and out of the room from the moment of the accident and she had managed to collapse a foot from her bed.
It had been his worry that she would have collapsed her lung from the fall or just the rough way that she had taken out the heavy tube that had fed and kept her breathing this whole time but little happened, her lungs adapted better then they should have.
"It's my theory that she woke up. Finding no one here she tried making it to the door and failed. She is alive however and as healthy as one can tell. She'd taken out the breathing tube in her attempt to get away so I'm putting her on a CPAP in hopes of keeping her lungs doing the work-it'll make them healthier."
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2016 0:47:03 GMT -5
Orfeo blinked, once, twice,cat the nurse who almost just told him that they thought that the patient, Gail, that is, had died. Of course the reaction of the Doctor so pleasantly confirmed that it was their suspicions that Gail had just died. But rather than anger himself, he actually opted to stay quiet and listen as the nurses left the room and left him alone with the international man of medicine, a nickname he had come up with in his head to keep faces interesting after a year of seeing it nearly every single day of the week.
He blinked again, standing up a little straighter, as the doctor spoke. His eyes wandered over to Gail's form once more, sleeping in an eternal slumber, unable to wake up. But alive, yes. Very much so. "Good, good," murmured Orfeo, more to himself than to the doctor as he paced towards Gail and placed a hand at the edge of her bed, looking down at her face with some slight concern. He could almost make out worry in her features, but knew that it was just his imagination. "Yes, good." He looked over at the doctor. "I guess your previous suggestion of taking her out of the machine and letting 'sleeping dogs lie' was not a very good idea to begin with. Not that I was going to go for it to begin with. But I guess this proves, she's there. Alive."
Alive. Even if just for a few seconds. Alive enough to be aware. Alive enough to unplug herself. Alive enough to take steps, to think, to feel. Alive enough to see. And then Orfeo bagan to wonder, of the first things she saw when she opened her eyes. Tubed stuck down her throat. Needles in her arm. White walls. White sheets. Machines connected to her. The heavy smell of rubbing alcohol and medicine in the air. The sounds of medical machines and murmuring staff just outside the door.
Alone.
She must have been scared, scared enough to jump out of bed and try to run. Orfeo wondered, and struck himself mentally for having felt the need to get noodles at the time. What if the first thing she had seen wasn't tubes and needles, but his face? What if the first thing she had heard wasn't machines, but his voice reassuring her that things would be alright. What might have gone differently? Or was it that he simply had wanted to see her awaken with his own eyes rather than hear it from the horses mouth.
"Mr... Doctor," began Orfeo softly, pacing backwards, away from Gail and back to where he had originally stood. He stretched out his shoulders and his arms, showing just how big he could make himself seem without thinking much of it. "You told me, not too long ago during one of her checkups, that her brain activity was pretty much all but dead. A silence in that... She'll that is her skull, and that it had been so for a good few moths by now." Orfeo paused. His eyes flicked slightly off to the side. "Tell me, would that lack of... Neural activity cause damage to the brain over a lomg period of time? Retrograde amnesia? Anterograde? Anything?"
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Post by Decoii on May 21, 2016 19:44:56 GMT -5
There was something severely wrong with this whole situation and for the last couple of years that he'd had this patient at the hospital, Payne had never been able to dismiss that thought. The patient, referred to as Gail but marked as a Jane Doe had been a recurring thought to him of curiosity and fascination. He'd be lying if he said that he treated her as he treated all his other patients because while he left his other patients and their problems at the door by the end of every shift, he did have copies of Jane Doe's file at his home and would often pour some time looking over her examinations and trying to figure out exactly what was wrong with her.
The medical field was complex. With illnesses and medication's constantly developing and becoming complex, it was often times difficult to feel as if he'd learned enough or even had a steady foot in his field of work. Personally, he didn't believe that he was the only person to feel this way. However, despite the high pressure of his job, he did feel as if often times his days became repetitive. He'd ask the right questions, gather the right information, then turn to his books and find the right cure and treatments. Everything was broken down and everything was there and all he had to do was look. Often times, the nurse gathered most of the information for him and although the medical field was a huge and ever expanding field of work, it also carried years of research and treatments and therefore he'd never been given a case that had him wondering and stressing about.
Every patient was different, yes, however there was always a bracket in which they'd fall under and if they didn't, the answer was right there for him. In a way, he saw it as math and science. It was all logical, but absolute and the human body was made to react in a certain way and when it didn't, however rare, the direction was still the same. So when he received his Jane Doe, victim of a car accident and was able to stabilize her, he didn't think much of it until the examinations were turned in and the information made him do a double take and ask for a second examination. When that test revealed similar results, he took it upon himself to do an examination and for the third time, found himself frowning at the information he was reading across his chart.
Every test that had been made on her didn't fall within the typical brackets or even anything close to any other rare or odd brackets that have been documented. Every test that came back showed the same thing, from the fiber's of her hair to the density of her bones- everything about her was not right. It was all alarmingly wrong. This then made him wonder about the whole situation itself, honestly. Not just the accident that drove the victim to his hospital, but rather, who the victim was and who was the hostile overwhelming man that stuck to her side like glue and refused to let them calmly study and work on her.
This male, Abraham, was overwhelming. Throughout the years he hadn't calmed one bit either. The female wasn't a match on any record that he ran her across based on her DNA and the fact that this male got aggressively hostile when questioned made Payne obsess more on the situation. It felt like he had to find the solution or as if Abraham was keeping something from them.IT was safe to say that they never saw eye-to-eye and so when Abraham made that smart ass comment he found himself standing taller and dismissing the last couple of nurses before turning to the male in the room and closing his patients book.
"Brain activity is what we monitor for those under coma, especially on a breathing machine after they've become a victim of such a traumatic event. You, however know this already and I think it goes without mentioning that no, I do not take back my previous statement because our little Jane Doe here was dead. However, why ask questions if you'll only doubt the information I'd provide you?" Yes, he was being coy but he couldn't help himself. "Furthermore, I'd like to point out that you're not the only one that questions the information that you'd received. This patient is still a Jane Doe and if she wakes up or not, she simply won't be dismissed as a regular patient would."
"As a reminder, her injuries didn't just come from her accident and in our records there was a multitude of severe injuries that seem to come from self harm, so we doubt that this was simply an accident and rather, believe it was a suicide attempt. Which is why, I'm telling you, that when she wakes up and cashes out of this little room that has become her home, she'd be moved to another wing where her... Situation would further be analized. So relax and sit back because I can promise you that this situation is hardly solved. We will have someone come in shortly to run a series of tests so if you will... Have a good day."
He managed to give a tight smile before turning towards the door and exchanging his charts, getting ready for his departure.
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Post by Deleted on May 23, 2016 9:02:32 GMT -5
Orfeo's eyes immediatelly narrowed, hating what to him seemed like a matter-of-fact tone that seethed at his ears. The muscles along his forearms tensed and his hands balled into fists for a couple of seconds. If there was anybody in the world that managed to get under his skin, it was doctors. This one in particular, having become a constant pestilence the last few years. Orfeo would even go as far as to say that it is this doctor's fault that his murderous thoughts had returned. All the babling in the world that he could make, however, was nothing compared to what he had said next, a little something he had initially stated as a probability a few years back when he first had arrived.
What bothered Orfeo now was the certainty behind his voice. A growl almost left his throat.
"No," said Orfeo, not as a protest but as a command of certainty. "That's not going to happen." He took a second to gather himself and restrain the temptation to reach out and grab the man by the shoulder. "I don't care if you think that she is a Jane Doe or not. I don't care if you have all the authority in the fucking world to do as you will with your patient. I certainly do not care about what you think the circumstances of her accident were. I brought her here to get better, paying with cash out of my own pocket, and she, Gail, is getting better. As soon as it is physically possible I am picking her up and taking her away. Under no circumstances am I allowing you to take her somewhere else to be analyzed like a dissected labrat under a microscope just to fulfill some whimsical fantasy you may have. And I most certainly will not be tolerating any more threats like that. Ever." Orfeo stopped, knowing that he was making his intentions clear with simply the tone of his voice and the angry look on his face. He needed not to say words to show that he had plans on hurting the doctor badly if it came to it, and that he would have no problems in doing so.
"Are we clear?" He questioned, finally lowering his voice a little more, though his jaw was still tightened and the muscles along his arms tensed.
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Post by Decoii on May 23, 2016 17:06:09 GMT -5
Payne wasn't stupid, he wouldn't turn around and give this man his back when he knew of his aggressive behavior. SO it honestly was to no surprise when Abraham spook up soon before he was ready to make his departure. At his automatic show of hostility, Payne simply placed his books down on a nearby table, crossed his arms, and turned to face him with a look that clearly said he wasn't amused. Could Abraham be blind enough to believe that the patient was going to leave the moment she awoke or even leave with him after so much display of hostile and violent tendencies?
Perhaps.
So he watched as the man spoke, letting him get out all of his words and simply sighing at the demand in his tone. It was a bit sad that by now he was used to this childish behavior, he really shouldn't have to deal with such bullshit to begin with. "Hm." He said shortly, shrugging his shoulder and tilting his head to the side before shaking it and smirking, "No, I don't believe we are clear, sir." He added.
"Let me correct you on a couple of things. Under no circumstances will I stand here and allow you to attempt to belittle me in my own hospital. Under no circumstances do I believe that you will live out whatever fantasy it is that you have in mind with this Jane Doe. Taking her away from a hospital without her full release is a serious offense and honestly at this point with all the nonsense that just came out of your mind, I believe that maybe it is YOUR mental health that should seriously be questioned. So if I were you? I'd reconsider a couple of things.
For starters, how you talk to me. If my life feels threatened in anyway shape or form your removal from Jane Doe's life would come faster then you can imagine. If you try to harm anyone in this hospital or even leave with this patient, you will be searched for. We have plenty o footage of you, not only inside this hospital but outside it as well. Documentations, anything and everything will be done to find this patient and I promise you the offense in and of itself will have more people after you then you care to even consider."
By now, he could feel his temple throbbing in annoyance and he knew his face was red. His voice had raised and he hadn't noticed that he'd moved closer to Abraham during his rant. His breath was heavy and after three loud inhales in which he counted in an attempt to calm himself down. "I am sick and tired of this little charade of yours that I have obviously allowed to go on for too long! So reconsider your ACTIONS and your WORDS before I remove you!" Obviously his attempt at calming down hadn't really helped and he found himself screaming.
The silence that came from his pause rang in his own ears and before he could continue -because he had plenty to say- it was broken by something he couldn't believe had happened and he'd managed to overlook the event.
"Why are you guys fighting?" The question was asked in such a small voice that Payne could have easily missed it in the heat of the moment and as he turned towards his Jane Doe, he saw her sitting up on the bed, hands curled on her lap and the IV's disconnected from her arms. He honestly never thought he'd hear her voice and it sounded so small and almost childish that he could have sworn he didn't hear it to begin with. But what startled him the most was the exotic look in her green eyes as they darted between him, and the tank with anger problems.
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Post by Deleted on May 23, 2016 18:47:17 GMT -5
Orfeo watched, silently, and probably listened to the man more so than what he would've actually done. Perhaps he really wasn't paying attention to the severity of the doctor's words because he found there to be no severity to begin with, but Orfeo was thoroughly amused at his reaction. Years of being together and the two had learned how to get under each other's skin. In Orfeo's mind, however, he always won, for unlike the good doctor, not once did Orfeo raise his voice, nor did he lise his breath.
He almost managed a small smile. "I would be careful if I were you, doctor, else I may report you to your supervisor for harassment. As you said, the cameras are watching, and I know for a fact that they do not record audio, just visual. And, as far as visual goes, there is a doctor yelling at a civilian concerned about his loved on, in the presence of a patient in critical condition. You may be tired of this... charade, as you put it, but I am enjoying myself. Quite. Thoroughly." Orfeo's smile went away, but there was clear satisfaction in his eyes.
He looked away from the doctor at the same time that he did and turned around, at first in shock, before a warm familiar feeling grew within his chest that he felt had died those years back right as the car hit Gail. Her voice, so small, he had easily heard, so different from the usual day-to-day voices he had grown used to. Though it sounded weak, he felt as if it had a warm resonance to it. Orfeo had to fight his immediate instinct to go to her and hold her as his eyes scanned her body to notice that she had taken off her IV's. In his mind the only thought that clicked was that she had been up for a little bit, probably since the beginning of the argument between hinself and the doctor, though the two had been so preoccupied in academically insulting and threatening each other that they hadn't noticed Gail.
HE hadn't noticed Gail, and that is what bothered him. The shift with her breathing, the change of pace for her heart rate. It was all there, all of it just as he had assumed it would be. Her briliant eyes entranced and perplexed him just as they always did. He couldn't help but stare for a few seconds in silence, merely admiring the sight he had grown used to not seeing.
"Gail," he said softly, and smile beginning to spread across his face. "You're safe now."
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Post by Decoii on Jul 11, 2016 23:12:34 GMT -5
Gail glanced around once again, shifting slightly as she took in the smells and the colors in the room. Her brows lifting and shifting into a look of confusion and concern as she slowly studied the world around herself. SHe was unaware of how much time had truly passed by since she had the accident. Hell, she was unaware of anything. She knew nothing about herself and her life before the accident that caused her coma and she knew nothing about the two males in the room. Everytime she looked at them, she felt her insides stir in a horrid way that made her need to puke.
The one closest to her made her feel odd, as if she had a stranger crossing into her personal space and she didn't know how to stop it. The other male, the taller one with the yellow eyes... She glanced into his eyes quickly before nervously looking away. There was something about him... She didn't even want to think about it. She ended up staring at him for an awkward amount of time without saying anything at all and her attention was taken away from him the moment the other male spoke.
"Hello." He said, his voice cutting through the silence. "My name is Dr. Payne and you're currently in one of the rooms of Central City Memorial Hospital. Do you remember your name or how you got here?" He asked in what he must have thought was a softer voice but to her it rung through her ears and echoed back and forth painfully in her head. Previously, when she first woke up she'd felt fine. But now slowly, she was feeling weak, off, and nauseous. All these sensations making her want to whimper and lay back down.
"M-My name? 'ts na-na-ame" She tried speaking but her tongue felt heavy and stiff, her voice sounded wrong. High pitched and blinding. She whimpered and tried speaking again, uttering a mess of words that weren't words and the more she tried the more broken gibberish came out of her mouth in a voice that wasn't hers and she started panicking. Breathing hard and trembling as she squirmed and teared up. Payne realizing that she was starting to panic took a couple of steps towards her and reached for her shoulder lightly, the moment his hand touched Gail, she screamed and rushed away from him. Nearly falling off the bed and out of instinct- he reached out again making her scream.
Slowly, he raised his hands and stepped away, glancing at Orfeo but not meeting his eyes. Showing clear signs of dislike for the male. "She's going to feel weak and off. It seems as she's reacting as someone typically would after waking up from a coma," He sounded disappointed at this fact, "I'll leave you two alone for a moment in hopes that she'd be able to gather her thoughts. In the meantime, I'll be arranging a couple of things for her and getting my supplies for a physical. I'll have a nurse here soon for supervision over the patient."
It was clear that he wanted someone to watch over Orfeo more then he wanted someone to watch Gail. He still disliked the man and found something absolutely wrong about everything he knew of the situation. "I'll be seeing you soon," he added to Gail, looking at her with a soft glance before slowly walking out of the room.
Gail seemed much paler then she did before, still mumbling but in a whispered tone, she tried lifting herself off of the bed but her arms trembled and gave way under her, shifting her body towards the edge further. She was much thinner then before, her muscles mass decreasing with lack of movement and activity from her part and she couldn't lift herself enough to avoid falling off the bed. All she could do was close her eyes and wait for the impact of the floor.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2016 14:19:44 GMT -5
"I'd much rather the nurse be here than you," replied Orfeo coldly, his smile now gone as he gave a sideways glance at Dr. Payne, not amused after the charade that had just happened. Orfeo had expected that reaction from Gail. She never liked doctors. Doctors and research in the pursuit of science had ruined her life more than once, turned her into a labrat that only he knew all too well. Even if she had suffered some amnesia, he figured that her fear and distrust of them was so deeply ingrained, even if she didn't know why, she would not want them near her. He didn't count himself out of this equation. It was why Orfeo had not tried to immediately reach out and touch her. Orfeo did not want to scare her, so he gave her enough space.
His reaction was quick and immediate, moving towards her and using his forearm to stop her from falling off the bed. "You're safe now," he repeated softly, pulling away quickly enough so that she wouldn't become frightened at his touch. "But you need to be careful. It's been a while since you moved, and well, you aren't as strong as you used to be." Orfeo paused, biting on the inside of his cheek. He didn't want to say too much. Part of him figured that she would not understand what he would say, another part thought that it would frighten her ever more so. He had to admit - with Gail, he was always extra careful. His words. His actions. Everything was done with pinpoint action. The circumstances he found himself in now were, to a point, extreme.
If he was in her place, he wouldn't know what to do.
"I don't know if you remember me," he explained softly, pulling towards him a white plastic chair he had brought in a while ago to watch over her. Spinning it around to face her, he sat down slowly, his eyes gazing at her but with warmth. He also tried to make himself sound more welcoming. Though, with how he was used to projecting his voice, that was tough to do. "I'm Orfeo. We've known each other for a while." Orfeo gave a small smile as his eyes looked around at the machines hooked up to her and her surroundings. Too many, he thought to himself, and remembered just how much he hated being in a hospital.
Had it been anyone else, who would've been long gone.
Eyes back on Gail. He leaned forwards a little and crossed his legs under the chair. "Do you remember me?"
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