log; Ambrosius + Damon + Hayleigh + Isobel + Leon + Tristan + special guest; I will try to fix you
who; Ambrosius, Damon, Hayleigh, Isobel, Leon, Tristan, and special guest
what; Damon wakes up from his coma
when; Yesterday
Ambrosius stood behind Leon, peering nervously over his shoulder at Damon. He didn't appear to have uploaded himself into the internet.
"Tristan you liar," said Ambrosius haughtily, smoothing his nurse's uniform. All of his vampire cosplay related clothing was back at Leon and Tristan's house, sitting in their fireplace waiting to be cremated. From now on he would cosplay nurses for Damon.
Taking a deep breath, Ambrosius stepped out from behind Leon and went to Damon's side. He had a million things he wanted to say, apologies and romantic poems to recite. But Damon's large, pink eyes peered up at him and he could only cry and rub at all the snot dripping out of his nose. It wasn't sensual, but he didn't care.
Tristan, watching Ambrosius snort and cry into Damon's sheets, only plucked another piece of seaweed out of his hair, flicked it at the two of them, and tried to hold Isobel's hand again.
Leon hung back a bit from the people around Damon's bed awkwardly, not wanting to overcrowd the small space. But he, too, was anxious to see how Damon was doing-- he had been worried, and, well.. no matter what sort of shit he pulled, he was still family.
"Ey," he greeted the finally-awake Damon, not knowing what else to really say.
Isobel glared at Tristan, she had only come after Tristan had promised to buy her more food and upgrade their internet connection.. so they could "keep in touch" better. But he hadn't said anything about hand-holding.
"Have you even washed your hands?" she muttered at him.
Doctor Maiteaux had watched the reunion from the threshold of the room, a familiar sense of foreboding and dread washing over his professional body. No matter how many times he told patients news such as this, the faces of their loved ones prevented it from ever becoming an easy job.
"Excuse me," his tone was grim, and his brows were furrowed. "Are you Damon's mother?" He asked Leon.
"... No, I'm his cousin," Leon said to the heavy-browed doctor. It didn't look like Maiteaux had good news.
"Something wrong?" he asked bluntly.
Hayleigh's head whipped at Leon and the doctor's direction at 300 km/hr when she overheard him ask Leon if he was... the mother. She didn't say anything but moved over quietly to them.
When Damon had first awoken, the lights had nearly blinded him. He thought his eyes were on fire and began shrieking while his nurse popped a Twinkie in her mouth and called out, "He's awake."
Now Damon lay in the bed, confused why so many people were in the room. There were a lot of familiar faces but he was having trouble putting names to them. He turned his head to the button that was for raising the bed and pressed it, only to have the bed shoot up too fast and make him scream about how his back was going to snap in half.
Shooting a vicious glare at the nurse smearing twinkie cream all over her face, Ambrosius fixed the bed for Damon, fluffed his pillows, and then slapped himself across the face. Over and over. Slap slap slap slap slap.
Tristan laughed so hard he fell into the trash bin and knocked it over.
The doctor bit his bottom lip, glancing over at his clipboard, and then back at Leon.
"I see he's awake." He mumbled lowly, before straightening out his coat a bit.
"Yes, something is wrong... while surveying his body for fractures and any neurological damage we ... stumbled across some bad news."
He pulled out the CT scans of Damon's skull, pointing to the sheet.
"You see these white dots ....? " He pointed to the white speckles that were all around Damon's skull.
Leon stared intently at the dots.
"... Yeah?"
Meanwhile, Isobel was trying to make Tristan shut up.. by stuffing him into the trashcan. Couldn't he see it was a serious situation?
Wresting himself out of Isobel's headlock, Tristan peered at the doctor's clipboard. "He lost important braincells trying to upload himself into the internet, didn't he?"
Smiling sadly, Tristan clapped Damon on the shoulder. "Good mate, Damon. I knew you had it in you." He turned to Isobel. "I will take you to the cafeteria now, darling."
"Well," he let out a drawn-out sigh, clearing his throat and putting on a more professional demeanor. "It looks like a severe advanced stage of astrocytoma, and it appears to have spread ..." he trailed off, gesturing to the white parts of the chart that were blurring the brain from the scan, " .. through the CNS parenchyma in the cranial chambers."
He stared at Tristan, then back to Leon and Halyeigh.
"Or at least ...."
...
"THAT'S WHAT IT WOULD LOOK LIKE IF I WEREN'T EATING POWDERED DONUTS ALL MORNING, BITCHES." He shook the paper, all of the white speckles falling on to the floor.
Ambrosius stopped slapping himself and began to slap the doctor furiously, while Leon punched the man in the jaw.
He looked familiar. He looked like the smiling man from Russia.
Ambrosius slapped him harder... on the thighs.
Hayleigh's heart had stopped for a moment but now she was clenching her teeth and her hands were twitching at the laughing doctor.
"You... JERK!" she punched him, too.
Damon watched everyone gang up on the doctor.
For once he had nothing to say except, "...maybe I'm not safe in here."
Doctor Maiteaux rolled under the bed and disappeared. Small british children's laughter echoed off the walls, and then there was silence.
what; Damon wakes up from his coma
when; Yesterday
Ambrosius stood behind Leon, peering nervously over his shoulder at Damon. He didn't appear to have uploaded himself into the internet.
"Tristan you liar," said Ambrosius haughtily, smoothing his nurse's uniform. All of his vampire cosplay related clothing was back at Leon and Tristan's house, sitting in their fireplace waiting to be cremated. From now on he would cosplay nurses for Damon.
Taking a deep breath, Ambrosius stepped out from behind Leon and went to Damon's side. He had a million things he wanted to say, apologies and romantic poems to recite. But Damon's large, pink eyes peered up at him and he could only cry and rub at all the snot dripping out of his nose. It wasn't sensual, but he didn't care.
Tristan, watching Ambrosius snort and cry into Damon's sheets, only plucked another piece of seaweed out of his hair, flicked it at the two of them, and tried to hold Isobel's hand again.
Leon hung back a bit from the people around Damon's bed awkwardly, not wanting to overcrowd the small space. But he, too, was anxious to see how Damon was doing-- he had been worried, and, well.. no matter what sort of shit he pulled, he was still family.
"Ey," he greeted the finally-awake Damon, not knowing what else to really say.
Isobel glared at Tristan, she had only come after Tristan had promised to buy her more food and upgrade their internet connection.. so they could "keep in touch" better. But he hadn't said anything about hand-holding.
"Have you even washed your hands?" she muttered at him.
Doctor Maiteaux had watched the reunion from the threshold of the room, a familiar sense of foreboding and dread washing over his professional body. No matter how many times he told patients news such as this, the faces of their loved ones prevented it from ever becoming an easy job.
"Excuse me," his tone was grim, and his brows were furrowed. "Are you Damon's mother?" He asked Leon.
"... No, I'm his cousin," Leon said to the heavy-browed doctor. It didn't look like Maiteaux had good news.
"Something wrong?" he asked bluntly.
Hayleigh's head whipped at Leon and the doctor's direction at 300 km/hr when she overheard him ask Leon if he was... the mother. She didn't say anything but moved over quietly to them.
When Damon had first awoken, the lights had nearly blinded him. He thought his eyes were on fire and began shrieking while his nurse popped a Twinkie in her mouth and called out, "He's awake."
Now Damon lay in the bed, confused why so many people were in the room. There were a lot of familiar faces but he was having trouble putting names to them. He turned his head to the button that was for raising the bed and pressed it, only to have the bed shoot up too fast and make him scream about how his back was going to snap in half.
Shooting a vicious glare at the nurse smearing twinkie cream all over her face, Ambrosius fixed the bed for Damon, fluffed his pillows, and then slapped himself across the face. Over and over. Slap slap slap slap slap.
Tristan laughed so hard he fell into the trash bin and knocked it over.
The doctor bit his bottom lip, glancing over at his clipboard, and then back at Leon.
"I see he's awake." He mumbled lowly, before straightening out his coat a bit.
"Yes, something is wrong... while surveying his body for fractures and any neurological damage we ... stumbled across some bad news."
He pulled out the CT scans of Damon's skull, pointing to the sheet.
"You see these white dots ....? " He pointed to the white speckles that were all around Damon's skull.
Leon stared intently at the dots.
"... Yeah?"
Meanwhile, Isobel was trying to make Tristan shut up.. by stuffing him into the trashcan. Couldn't he see it was a serious situation?
Wresting himself out of Isobel's headlock, Tristan peered at the doctor's clipboard. "He lost important braincells trying to upload himself into the internet, didn't he?"
Smiling sadly, Tristan clapped Damon on the shoulder. "Good mate, Damon. I knew you had it in you." He turned to Isobel. "I will take you to the cafeteria now, darling."
"Well," he let out a drawn-out sigh, clearing his throat and putting on a more professional demeanor. "It looks like a severe advanced stage of astrocytoma, and it appears to have spread ..." he trailed off, gesturing to the white parts of the chart that were blurring the brain from the scan, " .. through the CNS parenchyma in the cranial chambers."
He stared at Tristan, then back to Leon and Halyeigh.
"Or at least ...."
...
"THAT'S WHAT IT WOULD LOOK LIKE IF I WEREN'T EATING POWDERED DONUTS ALL MORNING, BITCHES." He shook the paper, all of the white speckles falling on to the floor.
Ambrosius stopped slapping himself and began to slap the doctor furiously, while Leon punched the man in the jaw.
He looked familiar. He looked like the smiling man from Russia.
Ambrosius slapped him harder... on the thighs.
Hayleigh's heart had stopped for a moment but now she was clenching her teeth and her hands were twitching at the laughing doctor.
"You... JERK!" she punched him, too.
Damon watched everyone gang up on the doctor.
For once he had nothing to say except, "...maybe I'm not safe in here."
Doctor Maiteaux rolled under the bed and disappeared. Small british children's laughter echoed off the walls, and then there was silence.