A hospital in Alexandria, late Wednesday afternoon
At any other time Isabel would have felt guilty for being grateful that the emergency room had gotten so much busier with people in much more serious conditions. But right now, as far as she was concerned, anything that kept them from focusing too much attention on her, or slowed down the lab work they'd ordered, was a good thing.
The Tylenol she'd been given hadn't done much to reduce pain from her ribs, or the pain from her head where she'd hit the ground, but Isabel didn't want to risk taking anything stronger, even though it had been offered. With the way her luck was going today, she'd react to it like she did to alcohol. And that would be bad.
For what seemed like the millionth time, she hit the button on her cell phone to check the time, all the while hoping Wyatt would turn up soon.
Wyatt orbed with Dr. Wilson and Lana outside the hospital, because appearing right in the middle of the waiting room would be a very bad plan. From the isolated alley way they arrived in they made their way to the emergency room and started to try to find Isabel.
Lana'd had to take a moment to let her stomach settle before they headed in. "So, how do you want to do this?" she asked them. "Should I try to find Isabel or do you want me to look for the lab?"
Wilson gave Lana a warm smile but began to move with purpose towards the hospital.
"Better let me find the lab," he suggested. "After all, I sort of know what I'm doing."
"You'll fit in better," Wyatt had to admit. "Me and Lana can go find Isabel."
Wilson nodded and as they came through the door he broke away from the other two and began to head down the hallway.
Inside the emergency room it was crowded, as the staff rushed about attending to several recently arrived, urgent cases. Isabel was still watching the doors, hoping for the best, but at the same time, trying to prepare herself for the worse.
When she saw Wyatt and Lana arrive, she let out a sigh. She might be able to get out of this after all.
Wyatt hurried to Isabel's side. As he took in the bandage on her forehead and the other cuts and scrapes that he could see, his hands instinctively began to glow.
"Don't you dare," Isabel said as she reached of his hands. "Not now." She really didn't want the military or the FBI after both of them.
"But I am really, really glad to see you. Both of you." Hopefully that meant they'd been able to get a substitute for her blood samples.
Lana nodded. "I'm glad you're okay." She pushed up her sleeve long enough to show where she'd had blood drawn, then tugged it down again, covering it by pretending to rub at a spot on her arm. "Dr. Wilson will be glad too."
"He'll be here in a minute to check on you," Wyatt said, somehow managing to refrain from healing Isabel. "He's . . . doing some lab work first."
"So the whole cavalry is here? Did you park the white horses outside?" Isabel asked with a weak smile. She was still holding onto Wyatt's hands tightly, perhaps too much so, but she wouldn't be able to relax until they were out of there and back on the island.
"Rode in on unicorns," Lana corrected with a little smile, still looking concerned. "Brought an extra one for you so we can bring you home."
Meanwhile, elsewhere in the hospital…
Walking like he knew exactly where he was going and was totally supposed to be there, Wilson paused long enough to swipe an empty file folder and a chart that had been prepped for use but was currently blank.
It never hurt to have props.
Thus armed, he began to head straight for the labs.
The power of paperwork and a purposeful stride was strong and no one bothered the obviously busy doctor as he made his way through the halls.
In the lab one lone and vary harried tech was trying to keep up the steadily increasing demands on her time. "Stupid budget cutbacks," she muttered. "Like I can actually do all this on my own."
"I know, it's absolutely inconsiderate of them," Wilson said as he came through the door and walked over to where the blood vials would most likely be kept after coming down from Emergency.
"I mean, you'd think they'd have understanding for the need we have for speed in getting these samples tested as quickly as possible and maybe cutback somewhere else, like the free lunches the board always gets for itself."
While he talked, Wilson found what he was looking for and began to carefully scan through the vials.
"It's criminal and if they don't watch themselves there will be some sort of mix up and then it'll be us staff who get the blame."
There they were! Wilson peeked over his shoulder and then began to swap em out. Palming Isabel's blood, he turned and shrugged.
"Uh, all that said, do you mind trying to hurry up on some of these?" He gave her a sheepish smile and darted out the door, hoping she attributed his hasty exit to not wanting to get yelled at.
Alice the tech glanced up at the now closed door and shook her head. "Sympathy's great. But next time? Bring me a coffee as a bribe if you're going to nag," she called out.
Back in the ER...
"And we even brought your personal physician," Wyatt said. "They shouldn't have any trouble discharging you to Dr. Wilson's care." So then he could finally heal her.
"I like the sound of that plan," she said. "Add in a shower and some comfy pajamas? It might be the best plan ever."
"Once we get you out of here," and safe, Lana said managing a smile for her, "we'll get you anything you want."
Speak of the devil...
Wilson came walking along, again making it look like he was exactly where he was supposed to be.
He gave Wyatt, Lana and Isabel a reassuring smile and a slight nod before reaching out to help himself to Isabel's chart.
"How are you feeling, Isabel?"
"I've had better days," Isabel admitted. "But I think things are looking up now. Aren't they?" Hopefully Dr. Wilson had good news.
"Should be," Wilson said with a reassuring smile as he flipped through her chart.
"Doesn't look like there is anything here to keep us from taking you home, Isabel."
"Can we just take her out of here then, Doctor?" Wyatt said, not needing any acting to play the part of concerned boyfriend. "Or do we have to wait for someone else to say it's okay?"
"Well, technically she needs to be signed out by a doctor affiliated with the hospital," Wilson said, sucking on a tooth and eying up which resident looked the most likely to succumb to some nice browbeating.
Fortunately there was going to be no need for browbeating as one of the doctor's made his way over and nodded to Dr. Wilson. "Which would be my job apparently. Unless you feel like checking in to our luxury resort. The food is fabulous. I recommend the mystery meat."
Isabel shook her head regretfully. I think I'll pass this time around. But I'll keep it in mind for spring break. Or maybe not."
"I don't blame you," the doctor laughed. "Go some place warm. Just remember the sunscreen."
"If I may?" he asked, holding out his hands for the chart.
Wilson handed over the chart, ascribing to the idea that you caught more flies with honey and only if that failed did you add the vinager.
"Just need her signed out and then I can help get her back to the school," Wilson offered, holding out his hand. "Dr. James Wilson, I work at the clinic affiliated with the school and will be keeping an eye on her."
He smiled at Isabel, Wyatt and Lana before sharing a knowing smile with the doctor.
"Making sure she doesn't undo all your good work."
"Who me?" Isabel asked. "I told Wyatt and Lana, my plans for the night and possibly the next few days include comfy pjs and TLC."
The doctor scribbled a few notes in the chart and nodded. "Your blood work was clear, and we already talked about what you need to do to take care of that cut on your head. So if you're ready to go? No one's going to stop you."
Isabel was already slowly and carefully swinging her feet over the side of the bed. The sooner they got out of there, the happier she'd be.
Lana put a hand out to help steady her, knowing Wyatt was already struggling not to just heal her here. "We'll be home before you know it," she assured her quietly.
"We'll make sure she takes it easy, doctor," Wyatt said to the hospital's doctor. "We've got a car waiting outside to take her home, and Dr. Wilson will check up on her."
Wilson gave the doctor a smile of thanks and fell into step to assist Wyatt with getting Isabel out the door.
"Thank you again, Doctor."
The doctor nodded, but his attention was already focused across the room as a nurse called for his attention.
"A car?" Isabel asked, once he was out of earshot.
"Like I was going to tell him I was going to magically orb my alien girlfriend home to a strange place where people from all sorts of dimensions go to school," Wyatt said.
Isabel started to laugh then flinched, because it did hurt. "And then he'd be looking to check your blood to see what you're on."
Moving slowly, she slid and arm around Wyatt's waist and leaned, partly for support, partly because she just needed someone else to be strong for a while. "Let's go home."
Lana fell back a little, smiling a little wistfully at Wyatt and Isabel, and looked around to make sure they weren't leaving anything behind. "Isabel? You have all of your stuff?"
"Just my purse there," Isabel pointed to where her bag was resting on a chair next to the bed. "Everything else? Well, it happened close enough to my car that I was able to get the security guard to put someone's birthday presents in the trunk while we waited for the ambulance."
Wyatt reached over to grab her bag but kept his arm around Isabel. "Do you need to go back to the car first, or straight home?" he said. "And I'm not just asking because my presents are in the trunk."
"It can wait till tomorrow if you don't mind bringing me over there in the morning," she said. "Right now, I just want to go home."
Lana nodded. "Yeah, let's just get back before anything else happens."
"As soon as we're out of sight, we're out of here," Wyatt said. And then the tingling touch would be laid upon the girlfriend.
Wilson gave the doctor and staff a relaxed, we're totally not sneaking anything over on you, smile and a quick wave as they headed for the door.
"Getting back to Fandom sooner, rather than later sounds like a good idea, kids. Let's get moving."
As soon as they were out the door, Isabel let out a relieved sigh. "Home now please?"
Wyatt waited until they had ducked around a corner and were out of sight. "Whitelighter Express, coming up," he said, orbing them all back to Fandom.
[NFB for distance, NFI, OOC is love. Preplayed with and many thanks to blessed_twice, lovelylana, and dr_jwilsonmd]
The Tylenol she'd been given hadn't done much to reduce pain from her ribs, or the pain from her head where she'd hit the ground, but Isabel didn't want to risk taking anything stronger, even though it had been offered. With the way her luck was going today, she'd react to it like she did to alcohol. And that would be bad.
For what seemed like the millionth time, she hit the button on her cell phone to check the time, all the while hoping Wyatt would turn up soon.
Wyatt orbed with Dr. Wilson and Lana outside the hospital, because appearing right in the middle of the waiting room would be a very bad plan. From the isolated alley way they arrived in they made their way to the emergency room and started to try to find Isabel.
Lana'd had to take a moment to let her stomach settle before they headed in. "So, how do you want to do this?" she asked them. "Should I try to find Isabel or do you want me to look for the lab?"
Wilson gave Lana a warm smile but began to move with purpose towards the hospital.
"Better let me find the lab," he suggested. "After all, I sort of know what I'm doing."
"You'll fit in better," Wyatt had to admit. "Me and Lana can go find Isabel."
Wilson nodded and as they came through the door he broke away from the other two and began to head down the hallway.
Inside the emergency room it was crowded, as the staff rushed about attending to several recently arrived, urgent cases. Isabel was still watching the doors, hoping for the best, but at the same time, trying to prepare herself for the worse.
When she saw Wyatt and Lana arrive, she let out a sigh. She might be able to get out of this after all.
Wyatt hurried to Isabel's side. As he took in the bandage on her forehead and the other cuts and scrapes that he could see, his hands instinctively began to glow.
"Don't you dare," Isabel said as she reached of his hands. "Not now." She really didn't want the military or the FBI after both of them.
"But I am really, really glad to see you. Both of you." Hopefully that meant they'd been able to get a substitute for her blood samples.
Lana nodded. "I'm glad you're okay." She pushed up her sleeve long enough to show where she'd had blood drawn, then tugged it down again, covering it by pretending to rub at a spot on her arm. "Dr. Wilson will be glad too."
"He'll be here in a minute to check on you," Wyatt said, somehow managing to refrain from healing Isabel. "He's . . . doing some lab work first."
"So the whole cavalry is here? Did you park the white horses outside?" Isabel asked with a weak smile. She was still holding onto Wyatt's hands tightly, perhaps too much so, but she wouldn't be able to relax until they were out of there and back on the island.
"Rode in on unicorns," Lana corrected with a little smile, still looking concerned. "Brought an extra one for you so we can bring you home."
Meanwhile, elsewhere in the hospital…
Walking like he knew exactly where he was going and was totally supposed to be there, Wilson paused long enough to swipe an empty file folder and a chart that had been prepped for use but was currently blank.
It never hurt to have props.
Thus armed, he began to head straight for the labs.
The power of paperwork and a purposeful stride was strong and no one bothered the obviously busy doctor as he made his way through the halls.
In the lab one lone and vary harried tech was trying to keep up the steadily increasing demands on her time. "Stupid budget cutbacks," she muttered. "Like I can actually do all this on my own."
"I know, it's absolutely inconsiderate of them," Wilson said as he came through the door and walked over to where the blood vials would most likely be kept after coming down from Emergency.
"I mean, you'd think they'd have understanding for the need we have for speed in getting these samples tested as quickly as possible and maybe cutback somewhere else, like the free lunches the board always gets for itself."
While he talked, Wilson found what he was looking for and began to carefully scan through the vials.
"It's criminal and if they don't watch themselves there will be some sort of mix up and then it'll be us staff who get the blame."
There they were! Wilson peeked over his shoulder and then began to swap em out. Palming Isabel's blood, he turned and shrugged.
"Uh, all that said, do you mind trying to hurry up on some of these?" He gave her a sheepish smile and darted out the door, hoping she attributed his hasty exit to not wanting to get yelled at.
Alice the tech glanced up at the now closed door and shook her head. "Sympathy's great. But next time? Bring me a coffee as a bribe if you're going to nag," she called out.
Back in the ER...
"And we even brought your personal physician," Wyatt said. "They shouldn't have any trouble discharging you to Dr. Wilson's care." So then he could finally heal her.
"I like the sound of that plan," she said. "Add in a shower and some comfy pajamas? It might be the best plan ever."
"Once we get you out of here," and safe, Lana said managing a smile for her, "we'll get you anything you want."
Speak of the devil...
Wilson came walking along, again making it look like he was exactly where he was supposed to be.
He gave Wyatt, Lana and Isabel a reassuring smile and a slight nod before reaching out to help himself to Isabel's chart.
"How are you feeling, Isabel?"
"I've had better days," Isabel admitted. "But I think things are looking up now. Aren't they?" Hopefully Dr. Wilson had good news.
"Should be," Wilson said with a reassuring smile as he flipped through her chart.
"Doesn't look like there is anything here to keep us from taking you home, Isabel."
"Can we just take her out of here then, Doctor?" Wyatt said, not needing any acting to play the part of concerned boyfriend. "Or do we have to wait for someone else to say it's okay?"
"Well, technically she needs to be signed out by a doctor affiliated with the hospital," Wilson said, sucking on a tooth and eying up which resident looked the most likely to succumb to some nice browbeating.
Fortunately there was going to be no need for browbeating as one of the doctor's made his way over and nodded to Dr. Wilson. "Which would be my job apparently. Unless you feel like checking in to our luxury resort. The food is fabulous. I recommend the mystery meat."
Isabel shook her head regretfully. I think I'll pass this time around. But I'll keep it in mind for spring break. Or maybe not."
"I don't blame you," the doctor laughed. "Go some place warm. Just remember the sunscreen."
"If I may?" he asked, holding out his hands for the chart.
Wilson handed over the chart, ascribing to the idea that you caught more flies with honey and only if that failed did you add the vinager.
"Just need her signed out and then I can help get her back to the school," Wilson offered, holding out his hand. "Dr. James Wilson, I work at the clinic affiliated with the school and will be keeping an eye on her."
He smiled at Isabel, Wyatt and Lana before sharing a knowing smile with the doctor.
"Making sure she doesn't undo all your good work."
"Who me?" Isabel asked. "I told Wyatt and Lana, my plans for the night and possibly the next few days include comfy pjs and TLC."
The doctor scribbled a few notes in the chart and nodded. "Your blood work was clear, and we already talked about what you need to do to take care of that cut on your head. So if you're ready to go? No one's going to stop you."
Isabel was already slowly and carefully swinging her feet over the side of the bed. The sooner they got out of there, the happier she'd be.
Lana put a hand out to help steady her, knowing Wyatt was already struggling not to just heal her here. "We'll be home before you know it," she assured her quietly.
"We'll make sure she takes it easy, doctor," Wyatt said to the hospital's doctor. "We've got a car waiting outside to take her home, and Dr. Wilson will check up on her."
Wilson gave the doctor a smile of thanks and fell into step to assist Wyatt with getting Isabel out the door.
"Thank you again, Doctor."
The doctor nodded, but his attention was already focused across the room as a nurse called for his attention.
"A car?" Isabel asked, once he was out of earshot.
"Like I was going to tell him I was going to magically orb my alien girlfriend home to a strange place where people from all sorts of dimensions go to school," Wyatt said.
Isabel started to laugh then flinched, because it did hurt. "And then he'd be looking to check your blood to see what you're on."
Moving slowly, she slid and arm around Wyatt's waist and leaned, partly for support, partly because she just needed someone else to be strong for a while. "Let's go home."
Lana fell back a little, smiling a little wistfully at Wyatt and Isabel, and looked around to make sure they weren't leaving anything behind. "Isabel? You have all of your stuff?"
"Just my purse there," Isabel pointed to where her bag was resting on a chair next to the bed. "Everything else? Well, it happened close enough to my car that I was able to get the security guard to put someone's birthday presents in the trunk while we waited for the ambulance."
Wyatt reached over to grab her bag but kept his arm around Isabel. "Do you need to go back to the car first, or straight home?" he said. "And I'm not just asking because my presents are in the trunk."
"It can wait till tomorrow if you don't mind bringing me over there in the morning," she said. "Right now, I just want to go home."
Lana nodded. "Yeah, let's just get back before anything else happens."
"As soon as we're out of sight, we're out of here," Wyatt said. And then the tingling touch would be laid upon the girlfriend.
Wilson gave the doctor and staff a relaxed, we're totally not sneaking anything over on you, smile and a quick wave as they headed for the door.
"Getting back to Fandom sooner, rather than later sounds like a good idea, kids. Let's get moving."
As soon as they were out the door, Isabel let out a relieved sigh. "Home now please?"
Wyatt waited until they had ducked around a corner and were out of sight. "Whitelighter Express, coming up," he said, orbing them all back to Fandom.
[NFB for distance, NFI, OOC is love. Preplayed with and many thanks to blessed_twice, lovelylana, and dr_jwilsonmd]