[ brick by boring brick ]

[superxgrlfriend]

WHO: Monet, Cuckoos, Jamie, and medical personnel (at first), then OPEN to anyone who wants to stop by to say hi.
WHERE: Clinic
WHEN: Two and a half days after the showdown with Emplate.
WARNINGS: Bad Paramore lyrics.
SUMMARY: Monet's been unconscious for two days. The Stepford Cuckoos help wake her sorry ass.
FORMAT: Quicklog.

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AFTER WAKING UP; open to everyone

[superxgrlfriend]

[midnite_md]

Welcome back to the waking world, Miss St. Croix. How are you feeling?

[superxgrlfriend]

[ To be honest, not spectacular. Waking meant facing what had happened, and she isn't sure she's ready to do that quite yet. Worse, her whole body aches, and there's a sharp, searing pain between her temples. She manages a grin despite her discomfort. ]

I'll be fine now that you're here, Doctor.

[ She could probably use a few painkillers, but she'd never admit it. ]

[midnite_md]

[He's not entirely sure if that's sarcasm or not at this point, but if so, he'll let it slide. Fortunately for her, he's good at anticipating the needs of his patients.]

I should hope so. I imagine you're in a great deal of pain right now, so I can up the dosage on your morphine drip here a bit to help you get comfortable.

[superxgrlfriend]

[ She takes a deep breath, noting that that's quite painful as well. Would the fun never stop. ]

I thought I was the telepath.

[midnite_md]

[A small, cordial smile at the joke.]

On most days, you'd be right. In here, it's my job to approximate your gift as best I can.

You have friends hoping to see you. Are you feeling up to it, or would you like more time to rest?

[superxgrlfriend]

[ She can feel the morphine start to the flow through her veins, dulling the diffuse throbbing. ]

I think you'd be surprised of what I'm capable of.

[ She's trying to keep a light, flirtatious tone, but doesn't know whether the painkillers are dulling that, as well. This is such a new, surreal experience; she doesn't know what to feel. ]

I'd like to see them.

[midnite_md]

After what I've learned about you and your friends over the last two days, I think you might be surprised by what doesn't surprise me.

If you're feeling strong, I'll let them in, starting with the man who brought you here.

[superxgrlfriend]

The man that brought me here?

[midnite_md]

Yes. He's been here for the nearly three days since the attack. He'll be pleased to know you're up.

[It seems safe to assume there's something between the two, but it's not his way to pry. So he slips out the door to tell Mr. Madrox the good news.]

AFTER WAKING UP; open to everyone

[jamie_prime]

[ Looking thoroughly unshaved and still wearing the same clothes from the day of the attack, he stepped into the room, having left for a drink. His coat had never left, though, draped over the chair with caked blood, her blood, on it, which might have tipped her off to the fact that he had never left. He stepped up quietly to the bed and smiled tiredly. ]

Of course you wake up the moment I leave for a drink.

[ He shook his head. ] I mean 'Hey.'

AFTER WAKING UP; open to everyone

[superxgrlfriend]

You look like hell, Jamie.

[ She really means thank you. ]

AFTER WAKING UP; open to everyone

[jamie_prime]

[ He grabbed at the arm of the chair and moved it closer to the bed, then dropped like a sack of bricks into the seat. ]

Pot to kettle, Monet. [ He snarked breathlessly. ]

...Glad you're okay. [ He offered up a smile. ]

[superxgrlfriend]

[ Monet takes a look around the room, perhaps for the first time since waking. ]

Have you been here all night?

[jamie_prime]

[ Jamie looks around the room with her, perhaps a little deliriously, having had very little sleep since arriving with her. ]

Huh...? Oh. Yeah, [ He yawns and scratches at the back of his head. ] I guess so.

[superxgrlfriend]

Have you slept at all?