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JD's Room - Saturday 5am

Jan 07, 2008 17:20

He's fine. He's stable. He's breathing. I know he's breathing. I've been watching his steady breathing all night. Ever since he was released from the ER to his room. Broken ribs, concussion, bruising. And a thoroughly beat to hell right leg. But it'll mend. Probably. Oh don't you go down that road again, Per. He's breathing. He's stable ( Read more... )

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jdorian January 8 2008, 01:54:48 UTC

I flutter my eyes open, very slowly, not opening them completely. I don't recognize where I am. Wait, I do-- oh great. Hospital. Oh God, my leg hurts. I lift my face to see my legs when I spot a couple of feet on my bed, I turn my head to the side, finding the one person I wanted to find there. "Perry," I whisper, my voice hoarse and shaky. I close my eyes for a moment before I open them again.

bestdamdoctor January 8 2008, 02:05:51 UTC

I had drifted off a little bit, zoning in on watching his chest rising and falling. I almost don't see as he sits up some. But I do. I sit up with a start, pulling my legs off the bed, as he turns to me and whispers in that 'just been through hell' croak of a voice. I shift close against the bed, reach a hand to cup the unbruised side of his face. "JD. There you are. About time you woke up, Clara." I rub my thumb along his cheek. Heart hammering in my chest. He's awake. Oh thank god... "How you feeling?"

jdorian January 8 2008, 02:29:41 UTC

I actually smile, a soft smile, as he cups a side of my face. I close my eyes, enjoying his touch, and his words... the tone in his voice. It's sweet, it actually is sweet, so tender. I open my eyes again and meet his own. "Sore," I answer his question "my ribs hurt, my face-- and I can hardly feel my leg..." I place my hand above his own, loving the warmth it gives to my face.

bestdamdoctor January 8 2008, 03:49:37 UTC

God I can't believe how happy I am to see him awake and coherent. I shift up to sitting on the side of the bed, leaning down to press a careful kiss to his forehead. "Broken ribs and a good smack to the head." I have to look away from him for a moment as he mentions his leg, before carefully meeting his gaze again. "Your leg was crushed by the dashboard. It should mend just fine, given time, but I'm surprised you can feel it at all with all the meds they gave you."

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