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Jun 08, 2007 17:21

Date: April 14th, 2001
Status: Private (John, Loki, and Crowley)
Setting: Hospital Wing
Summary: Certain matters finally come to a head. No pun intended.

( John whistled quietly to himself... )

loki, crowley, gabriel, kit, john

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leucemic_god June 8 2007, 21:34:03 UTC

It was an unfortunate coincidence that brought two visitors at once into Loki's room. Only moments after the rat had finally decided to come out and have a look at the food Ellie had layed out for him John knocked on the door.

"Come in!" Loki called out happily hoping to be able to show off his new friend.

The rat however jumped at the sound of the door opening. The box slammed down, the rat squeaked and shot off towards the door. A yelp followed by a terrible cracking sound.

"John!" Loki jumped out of bed and rushed to the human's side. "Are you okay?"

anthony_crowley June 10 2007, 02:34:09 UTC

Crowley was leaving his room when the accident happened and he felt a twinge from his wristwatch that told him John was in some danger. Trying to pinpoint his direction, he heard Loki call the man's name, and was down the hall like a shot. Fortunately, he wasn't far from the hospital.

Upon arrival, he found the god hovering over a clearly injured man, blood flowing profusely into his eyes.

"What the fuck did you do to him!" he demanded of Loki, kneeling by his friend. Gently touching the wound, the edges sealed themselves together as the blood vanished.

"John," he said softly, looking surreptitiously into his eyes to see if they were bloodshot. "Focus, John. Now I want you to tell me something. Who's the Prime Minister right now?"

leucemic_god June 10 2007, 06:45:10 UTC

Loki had only just reached John when another person arrived. He looked up hoping to see Anathema or, even better in this situation, Gabriel. Seeing Crowley instead was a shock.

Loki knew that he was in no condition to fight, but he also couldn't let that monster touch John.

"You murderer!" he yelled and threw himself at Crowley. Hopefully the not-god would be surprised enough that he could pull him away from John and perhaps Gabriel would hear the fight. Surely with Gabriel's help he'd be able to beat Crowley.

dangeroushabits June 10 2007, 07:24:51 UTC

"Ow. Fuck. Ow," John said with feeling, pushing himself upright and forcing his eyes into focus. "Uh. Shit. Thatcher's brat. Wossname, Blair." He shook his head slightly and regretted it--it hadn't been that serious an injury (he'd cracked his skull often enough to know,) but it had hurt like blazes and shaken him up pretty thoroughly, and scalp wounds bled like nobody's business, even minor ones.

The meaning of Crowley's sharp question to the god filtered through just about the same time Loki yelled his own accusation and launched his attack. "Crowley, what're you--Loki!? Now hold on just a minute..." Christ, were those two ever going to give it a rest?

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dontcallmegabby July 4 2007, 08:01:31 UTC

Gabriel's actual conclusion in all this had been rather the opposite of Crowley's: if so many factors had stacked up to lead to such consequences for Constantine, it was in all likelihood the end he was meant to meet, and perhaps it was a fool's errand to go through so much trouble to try and right the 'wrong' done to him. But he had no reason to think Crowley would react well to such a statement, and it might have been just as well that their argument was interrupted just then by the appearance of a dark-haired woman, her eyes narrowed on the pair of them ( ... )

anthony_crowley July 5 2007, 18:47:12 UTC

Stunned at the suddenness of the blow, Crowley gave that sort of half-gleeful, half-horrified choked laugh that one gives when one knows that he is witness to something that will never and probably should never be seen again. It was at once totally satisfying and utterly terrifying and he began to think frantically about a way to get him and Kit out of there safely. He didn't know if the archangel would retaliate against a human, but he didn't want to find out.

Phrasing his words carefully so as to not egg her on further, Crowley consciously mimicked John when he said, "Kit, luv? Let's go. He's not worth your time..."

dontcallmegabby July 10 2007, 21:07:30 UTC

"Right," Kit agreed tersely; something in Crowley's voice told her she'd gotten into something bigger than she knew. Though she was still tense from the blow and nearly trembling from the rush of adrenaline, she followed Crowley willingly from the place, casting only one dark glare over her shoulder as they went ( ... )