(Untitled)

[notyoursweetpea]

There's a guy sprawled across a lobby sofa who wasn't there before. His muscles are tense and fight-ready even in (especially in) sleep and his eyes move rapidly under their lids, gripped as he is in the jaws of a (fucked up, neverending) nightmare. He comes awake with a start (fists half-raised, jaw set) and is on his feet even before he fully

Comments

[shadesofgloria]

"Beecher?" Gloria was surprised, and strangely comforted, as well. She liked Beecher, but if this was all an insane hallucination of hers, it would not be likely that he would be in it, however many times he had been in her infirmary.

[notyoursweetpea]

Beecher glances up warily, not displeased at the sight of her. "Dr. Nathan? I didn't realise you were here too. Have you seen O'Reily?"

[shadesofgloria]

"I have. He rather makes himself known." She fidgeted slightly; it was so strange to see patients when they did not actually need her to patch them up.

[notyoursweetpea]

He speaks carefully. "You look as confused as I feel... I take it you don't know why we're here?"

[shadesofgloria]

"I am afraid not. No one seems to."

[notyoursweetpea]

"If you two weren't here, I'd be afraid that madness had caught up with me again." He smiles, but the words don't hold much humour.

[shadesofgloria]

"I admit to have been wondering about my own sanity, really." She glances towards the desk. "Did R- O'Reily show you where your key is?"

[notyoursweetpea]

"Didn't know I had a key."