?????! (Peter, Aly)
The vision was pointless.
It caught him unaware, while he was in the middle of grocery shopping. Peter had been walking along beside Aly, his arms full of breakfast cereals, when his head swam and his vision blurred and he dropped to the floor as if he was having an epileptic fit. He fell on top of the boxes, breaking them and sending cereal scattering everywhere.
The children were not with them, and Aly found herself quite grateful for that as Peter pitched forward. Aly left the cart behind and she knelt by Peter's side as he twitched on the ground in a mess of brightly coloured pieces of cereal.
When the twitching stopped, Aly placed her hand on her husband's head and she waited for him to come to. "It's alright, Peter. It's alright." There was a crowd gathering around them, and Aly did her best to ignore them as the whispered amoung themselves. Until she heard someone whisper to someone else, 'what's wrong with him?'
"There's nothing wrong with him!" Aly snapped, at once defensive about her husband. They had no idea. The man on the floor in front of them was one of the reasons they could still come to the grocery store in London and do things like buy cilantro and perve on single women. Because of Peter and his visions. "Peter, are you awake?"
Peter mumbled and he lifted his head, blinking at Aly. "Mmm?"
"There you are. We're in the grocery stor-"
"Ma'am, is everything alright? Should we ring an ambulance?"
Aly shook her head and she smiled thinly up to the man she assumed as the store manager. "No, he'll be fine. Epilepsy. It happens sometimes. I'm sorry about the mess..."
"Don't worry about that," the manager assured her, though Aly was sure he would still charge them for the ruined food.
On the floor, Peter's eyes widened. Fire. Cars. Blood. "Ambulance!" he yelled, causing Aly to jump. "Yes! Ambulance. To hospital!" He was too exhausted to get it out any better than that. All he knew was that something was going down at his hospital and he needed to be there.
"O...okay.." The manager rushed off to ring and Aly gave Peter a strange look, but she didn't ask. If Peter felt he needed to go, he needed to go. And the ambulance would be faster than their car, she supposed...
By the time they did arrive at the hospital, however, the discovered everything was fine. Eamon and Quinn had been involved in an automobile accident, but they were both alive even if they were banged up. There had been one fatality in the crash, but it had been instantaneous and unavoidable. Nothing he could have done would have changed it.
Why the hell had he had the vision at all?
It caught him unaware, while he was in the middle of grocery shopping. Peter had been walking along beside Aly, his arms full of breakfast cereals, when his head swam and his vision blurred and he dropped to the floor as if he was having an epileptic fit. He fell on top of the boxes, breaking them and sending cereal scattering everywhere.
The children were not with them, and Aly found herself quite grateful for that as Peter pitched forward. Aly left the cart behind and she knelt by Peter's side as he twitched on the ground in a mess of brightly coloured pieces of cereal.
When the twitching stopped, Aly placed her hand on her husband's head and she waited for him to come to. "It's alright, Peter. It's alright." There was a crowd gathering around them, and Aly did her best to ignore them as the whispered amoung themselves. Until she heard someone whisper to someone else, 'what's wrong with him?'
"There's nothing wrong with him!" Aly snapped, at once defensive about her husband. They had no idea. The man on the floor in front of them was one of the reasons they could still come to the grocery store in London and do things like buy cilantro and perve on single women. Because of Peter and his visions. "Peter, are you awake?"
Peter mumbled and he lifted his head, blinking at Aly. "Mmm?"
"There you are. We're in the grocery stor-"
"Ma'am, is everything alright? Should we ring an ambulance?"
Aly shook her head and she smiled thinly up to the man she assumed as the store manager. "No, he'll be fine. Epilepsy. It happens sometimes. I'm sorry about the mess..."
"Don't worry about that," the manager assured her, though Aly was sure he would still charge them for the ruined food.
On the floor, Peter's eyes widened. Fire. Cars. Blood. "Ambulance!" he yelled, causing Aly to jump. "Yes! Ambulance. To hospital!" He was too exhausted to get it out any better than that. All he knew was that something was going down at his hospital and he needed to be there.
"O...okay.." The manager rushed off to ring and Aly gave Peter a strange look, but she didn't ask. If Peter felt he needed to go, he needed to go. And the ambulance would be faster than their car, she supposed...
By the time they did arrive at the hospital, however, the discovered everything was fine. Eamon and Quinn had been involved in an automobile accident, but they were both alive even if they were banged up. There had been one fatality in the crash, but it had been instantaneous and unavoidable. Nothing he could have done would have changed it.
Why the hell had he had the vision at all?