A Hospital, Bristol, Wednesday Morning

[chose_humanity]

They had moved Mitchell to a different ward overnight. For study, they'd said. He knew this wasn't a good thing, that this could only end badly, and that he was looking forward to spending the rest of his unlife being prodded at by researchers at the rate he was going

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IC

[chose_humanity]

Does as it says on the tin.

Re: IC

[bitten_notshy]

Jack ... had gone home the day before. Briefly, and with his mind everywhere except where it was supposed to be, but he'd made the effort. Staying in the hospital had gotten too hard in a hundred ways, and the frustration of not doing anything had ground him down even more.

Sebastien had been kind enough not to ask questions.

He was back by Wednesday afternoon. The first thing he noticed wasn't anything in particular about Josie (other than that it was sweet, in a geriatric way, that someone had wheeled her in); it was that Mitchell was sitting up.

And seemed to be crying, or about to. And that made him look at Josie again, and --

Don't assume. He knew that.

"I'm back, he said, a forced friendliness in his voice. "How are things here?"

Re: IC

[chose_humanity]

Mitchell looked up, and it felt like slow motion; he didn't really see Jack, seemed to be looking at a patch of wall behind his head. "She--" he started, and licked instinctively at his lips, chasing the last of it away.

Re: IC

[bitten_notshy]

It didn't last long, but until Jack pulled himself together, he looked horrified at the implication. He liked Josie, little as he knew her, and if she was gone --

Could that possibly be what Mitchell meant? Mitchell, who had turned down Kate, who was young and healthy and would have recovered with little more than a hamburger and a good nap?

"I don't understand." It was almost a whine.

OOC

[chose_humanity]

Idem dito.

Re: OOC

[onlymistaken]

It's sad that work has ruined my brain to the extent that I can only respond "Indiana department of environmental management?"

And then add that I just spent more time than was strictly comfortable at the volume he speaks, explaining FH to New Boy. Who plays XBox Live games and engaged me in a conversation about how people who write horrible sitcoms with mass appeal are actually fairly brilliant because they can create something that entertains the masses of Stupid People despite not being entertained by it themselves. I am alternately appalled and intrigued by the premise.

PS. No dammit Mitchell because the Josie thing was just too sweet to dammit.

Re: OOC

[blondecanary]

*WIBBLE* This bit always kills me. *sniff*