Room 226, morning
Cameron woke up to a throbbing shoulder. He'd shifted sometime during his sleep into an awkward position and now his body was giving him hell for it. The fact that Vala was sprawled half on top of him didn't make it easy to move, but he finally did manage to find a more comfortable position.
He missed Emily. The thought popped up out of nowhere and it didn't want to leave. He missed his family in general, but he felt like he should be there for her right now. To deal with his parents instead of letting everything fall onto her shoulders instead. And maybe that was why he wanted to protect Molly while it was clear that she didn't need it.
He frowned to himself, he should be thinking about the fight. About how Darla and Drusilla had escaped and how people had gotten hurt because he couldn't let things lie. It wasnt entirely right, he didn't regret the study group, they'd done what they had to. He just regretted the mistakes he had made. Could things have gone differently if they had comms and could have called in for backup? If Marty hadn't had to save his ass, he might have been able to go after Darla. He knew it didn't pay to second guess. It had been done and he didn't regret it, it just felt like it wasn't enough.
Just like it wasn't enough to just sit here and not be there for his family. His shoulder hurt. He wriggled until he finally managed to get from underneath Vala without waking her and grabbed the bottle of painkillers on the night table before heading into the bathroom. And of course the cap wouldn't open one handed. He growled in frustration, and hit the bottle against the side of the sink a few times before the cap popped off.
It did feel good and two pills later, it felt even better.
He missed Emily. The thought popped up out of nowhere and it didn't want to leave. He missed his family in general, but he felt like he should be there for her right now. To deal with his parents instead of letting everything fall onto her shoulders instead. And maybe that was why he wanted to protect Molly while it was clear that she didn't need it.
He frowned to himself, he should be thinking about the fight. About how Darla and Drusilla had escaped and how people had gotten hurt because he couldn't let things lie. It wasnt entirely right, he didn't regret the study group, they'd done what they had to. He just regretted the mistakes he had made. Could things have gone differently if they had comms and could have called in for backup? If Marty hadn't had to save his ass, he might have been able to go after Darla. He knew it didn't pay to second guess. It had been done and he didn't regret it, it just felt like it wasn't enough.
Just like it wasn't enough to just sit here and not be there for his family. His shoulder hurt. He wriggled until he finally managed to get from underneath Vala without waking her and grabbed the bottle of painkillers on the night table before heading into the bathroom. And of course the cap wouldn't open one handed. He growled in frustration, and hit the bottle against the side of the sink a few times before the cap popped off.
It did feel good and two pills later, it felt even better.