Liver Let Die (No, I'm not sorry) [Semi-Open]

[beenwaitinglong]

Who: Godot, Phoenix, medical staff and visitors (semi-open!)
When: Early Saturday and then late Saturday, April 2nd
Where: Siren's Pull General Hospital
Summary: Everybody's favorite hapless defense attorney undergoes major surgery to save the life of everybody's favorite cranky coffee-guzzling prosecutor. And the aftermath.
Warnings: Medical

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Saturday Evening/Post-Op

[beenwaitinglong]

Phoenix's side of the curtains~

[lawyerific]

Phoenix was so relieved to wake up after the operation, and even after spending ten minutes alone thinking about it, he still didn't feel anything...missing. The doctors told him that he wouldn't be able to get up for a while, should he split his stitching, and he at least believed them when he sat up, the wide wound on his side more than telling.

Had Godot pulled through? Was anyone going to come and tell him? He was in a recovery room, he knew, on a very comfortable bed and seperated off from the rest of the room by a pair of curtains. For all he knew Godot could still be in theatre, but he could be just on the other side of the curtain.

Nothing he could do about it until someone showed up, though, right? And while he was dozing off the rest of the drugs, he didn't really mind.

Phoenix's side of the curtains~

[acemedium]

Maya had been by his side even before he woke up (ducking her way through doctors and nurses to make it to his side of the curtains) and was waiting, quietly, by his side.

Her eyes were a little red (but she hadn't been crying. Nope. Not at all. Not one little bit), but she smiled a little faintly when he noticed her.

"You look a little green, Nick."

[lawyerific]

"I...feel a little green. They've not planted any tentacles or extra eyes on me too, have they? Urr..."

He certainly felt like an alien, rather than a human being. He felt numb, sore all over but particularly at his side, a little like his entire body was one big bruise. Sitting up didn't seem likely--if at all possible.

"Hey. Maya. Godot's alright, isn't he?" The tears were a little scary, actually.

Sorry for the late, Reg ;;

[acemedium]

There weren't any tears right now - just a small bit of evidence that there had been some, before.

She nodded, slowly.

"He's okay. He's resting."

[lawyerific]

"Oh good. Nobody had come to tell me anything..." So I'd been fearing the worst.

It felt so awkward just to lie there, but it was all he could do, and Phoenix sighed, letting off a little of the stress of worry that had closed off his expression and tensed his shoulders. It was a visible change.

"What about you?"