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Who: Aidan & Lily Doyle!
What: She wakes from slumbah.
Where: New Delhi, India - a Revival Project hospital.
Warnings: Pssssssssh. Maybe a squeeing Aidan. Maybe.
It was well past midnight, and he had inevitably crashed and burned from exhaustion like clockwork. The man could never make it past one am unless he was actively writing, and his desire to do so had been crushed under the weight of concern for his unconscious wife. Near her bedside he was laying prone on his cot, looking nothing short of uncomfortable, but sleeping soundly. He could probably sleep on a bed of nails without feeling disturbed, though at times he thought the bed of nails would be preferable to this measly cot. Still, he wasn't going to complain.
The laptop he had been using to connect to the internet and thusly the community to get news and investigate what he could on the public opinion of the Revival Project itself was on the floor and still on burning daylight. Really, he was determined to break the thing, but then he would have gone completely stir crazy clinging to her side. There was no way he was going to leave, as he didn't altogether trust these people and yet he had no other options for a place to take care of her.
With an unattractive snore, he woke himself up in a comical fashion and nearly flung himself off the cot entirely. His hair was a mess, unkempt from days of keeping a vigil over her. Groggy eyes opened and he caught himself before turning himself over. Blindly he felt around for his classes on the counter before sitting up and turning himself around to face her where she lay.
Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he leaned forward to reach out for her hand and covered it with his own in a protective manner. What he wouldn't give for her to wake up. If only his own peculiar abilities could be of more use to her than simply protecting her body. How much longer would he have to wait until their efforts of clearing the mess the infected being had caused in her mind? He felt much too imbalanced without her around, especially after seeing -- that's right. His gaze was thrown over his shoulder at the computer. Daisy, calling herself Gabrielle now for some reason, had appeared.
He was too old for this one dilemma after another business...
What: She wakes from slumbah.
Where: New Delhi, India - a Revival Project hospital.
Warnings: Pssssssssh. Maybe a squeeing Aidan. Maybe.
It was well past midnight, and he had inevitably crashed and burned from exhaustion like clockwork. The man could never make it past one am unless he was actively writing, and his desire to do so had been crushed under the weight of concern for his unconscious wife. Near her bedside he was laying prone on his cot, looking nothing short of uncomfortable, but sleeping soundly. He could probably sleep on a bed of nails without feeling disturbed, though at times he thought the bed of nails would be preferable to this measly cot. Still, he wasn't going to complain.
The laptop he had been using to connect to the internet and thusly the community to get news and investigate what he could on the public opinion of the Revival Project itself was on the floor and still on burning daylight. Really, he was determined to break the thing, but then he would have gone completely stir crazy clinging to her side. There was no way he was going to leave, as he didn't altogether trust these people and yet he had no other options for a place to take care of her.
With an unattractive snore, he woke himself up in a comical fashion and nearly flung himself off the cot entirely. His hair was a mess, unkempt from days of keeping a vigil over her. Groggy eyes opened and he caught himself before turning himself over. Blindly he felt around for his classes on the counter before sitting up and turning himself around to face her where she lay.
Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he leaned forward to reach out for her hand and covered it with his own in a protective manner. What he wouldn't give for her to wake up. If only his own peculiar abilities could be of more use to her than simply protecting her body. How much longer would he have to wait until their efforts of clearing the mess the infected being had caused in her mind? He felt much too imbalanced without her around, especially after seeing -- that's right. His gaze was thrown over his shoulder at the computer. Daisy, calling herself Gabrielle now for some reason, had appeared.
He was too old for this one dilemma after another business...