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[narrative/open] Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide

Apr 06, 2011 17:16

Characters: Thomas, and whoever happens to be in his hospital room/visiting
Time: Evening, Sunday
Location: Hospital
Content: Thomas takes talking to himself to a whole new level. And gets told by everyone that he's an idiot.
Warnings: Nothing besides some angst?
Format: TL;DR. Multiple threads welcome for telling the idiot that he's an idiot.

( No escape from reality Open your eyes Look up to the skies and see )

[character] joan girardi, [character] harry dresden, spoiler warning: thomas is an idiot, [character] skysong "kitten", [character] sam winchester, !open, [character] thomas raith

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huntingmemory April 6 2011, 22:45:25 UTC

Sam was taking a shift watching over Thomas. He'd brought a book since watching a comatose man wasn't exactly the most exciting thing. It kept him from being too bored but it didn't keep him from noticing changes in the room. If the person who put Thomas in this condition came back, Sam was ready.

So was the sawed-off shotgun beside the chair. Salt and cold iron pellets, just in case.

Thomas moving nearly made him drop his book, but Sam managed to set it aside, getting to the side of the bed in time to watch him wretch up what looked like tar. He paused, then reached for the pitcher of water on the bedside table. "Well. That's got to feel better."

godofcologne April 6 2011, 22:52:07 UTC

"Says the man who didn't just hack up a lung," Thomas answered hoarsely when he finally managed to catch his breath. He eyed the puddle with obvious distaste, his mind only seeming to process one small thing at a time. "Or whatever that was."

He shook his head and looked back up, noticing his surroundings for the first time, and turned to Sam, confusion slowly dawning. "Wait, where am I?"

huntingmemory April 6 2011, 22:54:34 UTC

He waited until Thomas was facing him before offering the glass of water. "I have no idea what that was. Back home, I'd maybe have suggested demon phlegm." Which...didn't actually exist. Not that Thomas knew that.

"You're in the hospital," Sam replied to the question. "You've been unconscious for the past week."

godofcologne April 6 2011, 23:06:32 UTC

Thomas took the glass of water with a grateful nod. "That's a disgusting thought." But on the other hand, so was the stuff on the floor. Maybe Sam had a point.

Sam's answer, on the other hand, would have made Thomas choke if he'd taken a drink of the water. "I've been what?" His dream was already fading, the irrelevant details burning away like fog in the sun, but there was no way that had happened over a week. Thomas forced himself to take a slow, deep breath, using the time to shuffle through his thoughts, his memories, trying to find something that would explain the lost time. "Last thing I remember was breaking into my old place."

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notasaint_joan April 10 2011, 02:11:22 UTC

Joan politely knocked on the door before coming in, with a small floral arrangement. The kind hospitals usually sell with a Get Better card. Sure it was hokey and everything, but he did help her before. He also didn't seem that bad for a vampire.

She then hurried over, setting the arrangement to the side table. There was a new metal bracelet on her right wrist, the design suggesting tongues of flame.

"Hey, easy, easy."

godofcologne April 10 2011, 02:25:42 UTC

Having already been bullied convinced by Sam and Skysong to stay in the hospital, Thomas was suddenly glad for their collective insistence when his stomach convulsed. Maybe he wasn't as back on his feet as he'd thought. Or maybe he really needed to get out and clear his mind.

He didn't notice his visitor in the midst of his hacking fit and nearly jumped in surprise at the sound of her voice. "I'm good, I'm good," he said dryly as he drew in a long, slow breath. "Just a little flashback."

notasaint_joan April 10 2011, 03:15:25 UTC

Joan came closer to find something to clean it up, but there was nothing readily available. She just stepped around it, and came closer to sit down by him.

"Do you need some water or anything?"

godofcologne April 10 2011, 03:48:45 UTC

"Thanks. There's a pitcher by the dresser." He probably should've just moved it to the bedside table, but on the other hand Thomas hadn't expected to have had a relapse. He sat up and watched Joan with carefully concealed curiosity. "I didn't expect you to have volunteered for warden duty."

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outtabubblegum April 10 2011, 19:47:03 UTC

"You know, it figures. I sit next to you practically the entire time you pull a sleeping beauty, and the one time I go to take a shower to avoid getting the building condemned for health code violations you decide to wake up. Really, I'd swear you planned it that way."

That loving and concerned welcome came from the rather grumpy looking wizard standing in the doorway, staring down at his bedridden older brother. Of course, his seemingly harsh behavior made a lot more sense when one realized it was the only thing keeping him from rushing into the room and hugging Thomas until his ribs gave out, possibly with a great deal of embarrassing emotions to really mortify them both.

These were the sacrifices Harry made for his brother.

godofcologne April 10 2011, 21:58:00 UTC

Wincing, Thomas grabbed for the glass of water by the bedside table and downed it, trying to wash away the taste of bile or poison or whatever the heck that black tar was. As he did, he grinned at Harry over the glass. "It's part of my clever master plan to take over the world," he shot back as he set the now-empty glass back down.

Thomas was, in fact, very grateful for the gruff complaining. It was familiar and comforting in its own way. If Harry had responded with the hugging and the embarrassing emotions, he would have genuinely considered slipping back into said coma on purpose. Complaining was far easier to handle, and Thomas responded in kind, trusting Harry to take it in the spirit that it was meant, as silent thanks for being around.

"Step one, end up in the hospital. Step two, wake up when the oversized wizard's out of the room. Not sure what step three is, but step four includes profit."

outtabubblegum April 10 2011, 22:07:24 UTC

Stepping inside, Harry moved over to take a seat beside Thomas, keeping up the mask of grumpiness, even as his eyes never left his brother. He wasn't going to let on just what he was feeling for both their sakes, but that didn't mean he was going to let his brother out of his sight.

Or think he didn't care.

"Thomas, you and I both know that's a load of bull. Neither of us has had a clever plan in our entire combined lives."

godofcologne April 10 2011, 22:22:06 UTC

The question had never been whether Harry cared about his family. That Thomas knew without a doubt. The problem had always been whether Thomas was going to accept said caring concern, and it had been a lot easier to say no when Thomas had been scoured raw by the Skinwalker's tender mercies. It had been far easier to say no and to accept what he was rather than to face the guilt and disappointment of failing his little brother.

But the vivid mental image of his human self's slow death still clung to Thomas' memory, and the pain he hadn't allowed himself to feel for more than a year was creeping back in. He swallowed the instinct to hide from it again, to retreat behind the walls and the Hunger. Not again. Not anymore.

"I've had plenty of clever plans," Thomas drawled back. "Wearing a Buffy T-shirt to your duel with Ortega was a fantastic plan to piss everyone off."

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