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Who: Tiffany (Who will not be waking up yet) [Open]
What: Everyone loves a martyr
When: Aug 27th
Where: Neon City, M.A.G.I
The room had been made to look comfortable and warm...or at least as much as a hospital room could.
Tiffany was in a bed, not your standard hospital bed but a real bed, and on the nightstand, windowsill and all around the room were tokens left behind by those who had come to visit her.
A paper snowflake hung on the wall just above a vase of bright yellow flowers.
Some thick books were stacked in a pile next to a stuffed Tailmon doll.
A mirror hung on the wall and if one looked through it just right they could see another hospital room with a young blond haired boy in it.
And in the middle of it all was Tiffany.
Her hair had grown longer, but someone was keeping it clean for her and trimming it. Her nails had finally grown back enough that her fingers weren't as evident of her physical trauma.
Her skin was very pale and cold to the touch, her breathing so faint one could scarcely believe it was happening at all. Though it was less obvious to the naked eye powerful healing magics were in place to keep Tiffany breathing, keep her heart moving, an IV drip was in place to keep her nourished as well as a some monitors keeping careful track of her vitals ready to signal for help should anything go wrong.
On a thin silver chain around her neck hung a keyhain like a pendent in the shape of a broomstick.
Yaamon sat in a haze as he did most days. Watching the door, occasionally fiddling with her D-comm...
But mostly he just slept. Sleeping made the time go by faster and hurt less then trying to distract himself from the weak bond he felt with his Tamer.
What: Everyone loves a martyr
When: Aug 27th
Where: Neon City, M.A.G.I
The room had been made to look comfortable and warm...or at least as much as a hospital room could.
Tiffany was in a bed, not your standard hospital bed but a real bed, and on the nightstand, windowsill and all around the room were tokens left behind by those who had come to visit her.
A paper snowflake hung on the wall just above a vase of bright yellow flowers.
Some thick books were stacked in a pile next to a stuffed Tailmon doll.
A mirror hung on the wall and if one looked through it just right they could see another hospital room with a young blond haired boy in it.
And in the middle of it all was Tiffany.
Her hair had grown longer, but someone was keeping it clean for her and trimming it. Her nails had finally grown back enough that her fingers weren't as evident of her physical trauma.
Her skin was very pale and cold to the touch, her breathing so faint one could scarcely believe it was happening at all. Though it was less obvious to the naked eye powerful healing magics were in place to keep Tiffany breathing, keep her heart moving, an IV drip was in place to keep her nourished as well as a some monitors keeping careful track of her vitals ready to signal for help should anything go wrong.
On a thin silver chain around her neck hung a keyhain like a pendent in the shape of a broomstick.
Yaamon sat in a haze as he did most days. Watching the door, occasionally fiddling with her D-comm...
But mostly he just slept. Sleeping made the time go by faster and hurt less then trying to distract himself from the weak bond he felt with his Tamer.