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Ink Returns [Walter, Margot, and Dr. Keller]

Nov 24, 2009 20:25

Walter had followed Margot. He didn't know where they were headed but he hoped it was to the clinic so when they arrived there and he - through his heated delusions- recognized the surroundings he was thankful. Without waiting for Margot to act responsibly as Walter predicted she would, and without waiting for a doctor to check him in or assign him ( Read more... )

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halfafinger November 25 2009, 05:28:19 UTC

Walter was worse off than Margot had initially thought. It didn't take a doctor to see that, but it was going to take one to help him.

She left him on the floor - he was too heavy for her to move - and sought out the doctor on duty, or the woman she presumed was the doctor. She looked professional enough, if a bit young, in Margot's opinion. "Excuse me," she said. "This man needs some help." It went without saying, but Margot thought it ought to be pointed out that Walter was lying on the ground semi-conscious at that point.

dojustfine November 25 2009, 15:26:10 UTC

Jennifer immediately went to the man lying on the floor, kneeling beside him and quickly checking his pulse and vitals. "What happened to him?" she asked the woman, glancing up for a moment before looking at the patient again.

halfafinger November 25 2009, 16:22:06 UTC

"He spent a little too much time in the sun," Margot understated dispassionately. But a frown had nested itself between her brows, deepening as she looked at Walter and then back at the doctor.

"Can you help him?"

dojustfine November 25 2009, 23:41:41 UTC

"Yeah, I think so," Jennifer replied. "But I'd rather not do it down here on the floor. Sir?" She gently shook him. "Sir, can you hear me? I'm Dr. Keller, and I'm going to take care of you, but let's get you up into a bed. Can you help me out here?" If he wasn't coherent enough to move, they could manage it, but knowing whether he could do it himself or not would give her a clearer assessment of his state.

inktest November 26 2009, 07:31:15 UTC

He heard the voice. Like nails being shot deep into his chest and emerging out the other side, carrying pieces of his innards in their sharp, metal tips. He hated doctors. He hated people trying to help. But the difficult part was for Walter (and would have been for Rorschach, too) was that he knew he needed them.

So he stood up at looked at both women.

"I'm up. So what."

dojustfine November 27 2009, 19:41:39 UTC

Well then, thought Jennifer, but her expression remained one of helpful, polite concern. "If you'll just have a seat on this bed over here, sir, then I can have a better look at you and see what we can do for you. What's your name?"

inktest November 27 2009, 20:47:17 UTC

He stumbled over to the bed, not unlike a New York alcoholic searching for a decent stoop to rest on.

The medicinal crinkling of the bed underneath him reminded him even ore how much he hated having to go to a hospital or a clinic or a doctor. He hated having to be taken care of.

He looked up.

"Walter."

dojustfine November 27 2009, 21:27:58 UTC

"Walter, it looks like you've been out in the sun for a while. Do you know how long you were out there?" He'd need fluids, definitely, and possibly other supportive treatments depending on how long he'd been out. She turned to the storage cabinets to gather some supplies.

halfafinger November 28 2009, 01:31:56 UTC

Margot wasn't sure if she ought to stay or not, but she did out of concern for Walter. It didn't show on her face, which was - as always - a blank slate, her expression carefully schooled into one of cool indifference. But it did show in her presence there as she stood off to the side, out of the way of the doctor, and waited.

inktest November 28 2009, 19:15:54 UTC

Just as he was going to answer, Walter looked over to Margot and saw that she wasn't alone.

The Comedian was there with them. Walter, in his nauseous head-spinning didn't question. Instead, he smiled and gave a few claps.

"Glad you good make it, Blake." Walter didn't have the chance to talk to Blake in life after he had discovered it had been old Eddie Blake who was the Comedian.

Still smiling, Walter stood up and walked to Blake.

"You look younger. More formidable than the last time I saw you, liquified on the streets of New York from being thrown from the window."

It was good to see an old friend. Even if it was an imagined reunion.

dojustfine November 28 2009, 21:43:03 UTC

Evidently he'd been out there a while, if he was hallucinating--and clearly he was, given that he was getting out of bed to talk to people that weren't even there.

"Walter," Jennifer said, "come back and sit down for me, please." Getting some fluids in him was her first priority, to combat dehydration.

halfafinger November 29 2009, 08:01:57 UTC

Margot blinked, the only sign of a flicker in her expression, and looked to see if anyone was standing beside her. There wasn't. Walter was unmistakably talking to thin air.

She had known before that he was crazy, but this was taking it to a new level. She wondered if it was entirely the fault of the dehydration...or not.

"Walter..." she began, "there's nobody there." She hoped he would listen to the doctor. At least he still seemed lucid. For an insane man.

inktest November 30 2009, 02:19:41 UTC

He ignored both of the female voices instructing him to do things and focused on his imagined Eddie Blake. He nodded to the flame-thrower the man was holding.

"Hey Blake- I'm going to call you that here, Blake. No one knows you as The Comedian.." he trailed off, falling into his sadistic laughter. "Well, Veidt's here. The Smartest Man in the World. What a joke..." Walter turned and returned to his bed. "Give me that flame-thrower. I'll go say hi to Veidt for you..."

halfafinger November 30 2009, 03:58:24 UTC

"Can't you do something?"

This Margot directed to the doctor, frowning deeply. She herself stayed back, unsure what to do with Walter babbling at nothing about flamethrowers. So much for lucid.

inktest November 30 2009, 04:24:23 UTC

"Yeah, can't you do something you ugly bastard?" The Comedian's voice echoed in Walter's ears. He gritted his teeth as he looked at Blake, scorning his words.

The man wasn't really there so his voice wasn't really heard, but Walter believed his imagination and looked at Blake with ferocity in his eyes.

"Of COURSE I can do something!" Walter shot back to Blake. "Many things!" His voice was raised and he was angry. His blood pounded in his veins and he felt it. For the first time in hours, he felt it.

dojustfine November 30 2009, 23:11:02 UTC

"O-kay," Jennifer said in her best I'm-the-doctor-and-I'm-in-charge-here voice, and gestured at the empty space in front of Walter with both hands as if shooing a crowd of people out of her way. "Visiting hours over, everybody out. I've got work to do and you're in the way. You can come back later when I'm finished. Out--yeah, you too--out you go."

Yeah, it made her look a little nuts, but she would try humoring a patient before manhandling them any day. She didn't have the Air Force medical staff backing her up, though if Walter got really belligerent she could wait it out until Ronon showed up to walk her home and let him help her out.

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