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Post by Light on Jan 23, 2014 16:28:03 GMT
"Yeah. Next turn. About time too. I don't think I could keep driving like this for much longer." Mike pulled around the corner and pulled up skewed in a parking space outside the hospital. "Thank fuck." He turned the engine off again and yanked the keys out. "Right so we 'got run-over' yeah? The truck didn't stop." Okay so trucks didn't have claws and teeth but what the hell else were they supposed to say with no wild animals to blame it on?
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Post by Tonks on Jan 23, 2014 16:46:53 GMT
"Right, because that makes sense. You don't get injured enough, clearly. You go in, say a pack of dogs attacked you, they stitch you up and you walk the fuck out. You don't wait for the questioning and you pretend you're asleep if the police come around. Which they won't until the morning, and we ain't campin' over. When you're out I'll meet you on the main road, out of hospital grounds. Oh and, we don't know each other." John opened the door but remained sat down. "One more thing. You're going to go in and tell them to come and get me, 'cause I'm pretty sure I'm gonna pass out."
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Post by Light on Jan 23, 2014 16:56:22 GMT
"I get bashed up plenty. I just usually flash them some fake id to avoid the questions; if I'm going to bullshit somebody I bullshit them all the way." Mike groaned as he yanked himself up from the seat and started to slide out of the car. "I've got to get to the door myself. Give a minute, I'm starting to see two of you, which is just what I need right now."
A few moments later he dragged himself to his feet and lurched towards the door. Once inside he gave them the spiel about the dogs and told them to go get John from the car. He was then lead away to be seen to as the staff hurried out to John.
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Post by Tonks on Jan 23, 2014 17:33:19 GMT
John had tried to get out of the car himself and managed to make two steps before collapsing unconscious. The next thing he knew he woke up in a hospital bed, in a hospital gown. He looked around and then down at himself rolling his eyes. "Oh God."
"Bill?" A young woman came in the room and looked at him.
"What?"
"It's Bill, right? That's what A&E told us anyway, they said they found your ID in your pocket."
"Yeah, yeah. Bill." He looked down his gown to see he was covered in bandages. He tried to sit up but his arm was still really hurting him. "AAAGH."
"Hey, hey. Take it easy." The girl was closer now and put his bad arm down gently. "I'm Hayley, I'm your nurse."
"Bit young, aren't you?"
"Just qualified. First day, actually."
"Oh." John said, not interested at all. "Where are my clothes?"
Hayley laughed. "Sorry, Bill. You're clothes were barely clothes at all when A&E cut them off you. They're here in a bag but uh, there's a lot of blood too."
"Great. There must be something I can wear."
She opened his cupboard and pulled out a pair of orange pyjamas.
"Are you kidding?" John slumped his head back on his pillow.
"Sorry, all we got. NHS, y'know."
"Fine, they'll do."
"Do you want a hand putting them on?" she said, stretching the waist-band with her hands and then looking at John's waist to see if they were the right size.
"Uhh, I'll manage, thanks." He said, snatching them off her. "Close my door, please." She looked at him with her hands on her hips.
"Bill, you had to have surgery on those wounds yesterday. If you're going to get up and dressed then you need someone with you in case you fall."
"Get the fuck out, will you?" John didn't even look at her when he said that. She was a bit taken aback, but nodded and left the room, closing the door behind her. He had no idea how long it had been or where Mike was. He forced himself to sit up and tried to figure out how to untie his gown. It was tied twice at the back and he tried to untie it but his right arm hurt too much to move it. Then he suddenly picked up on something the girl had said. "Yesterday?!" He sighed and pressed his nurse call button.
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Post by PenguinNinja on Jan 23, 2014 20:35:08 GMT
Hannah stared at the angel blade in her hands. It would be useful if she could swing a way to keep it. It was a ticket to fighting the angels at least and considering they didn't rate particularly high on her 'like' list, she wanted to be prepared.
"What if I don't want to?" she whispered. The last thing she wanted was to be vulnerable to the dicks with wings who liked to piss on everyone's parade and couldn't do their own damn job.
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Post by Light on Jan 23, 2014 23:37:04 GMT
"Then I have to take it from you. Only unlike Caandriel I won't hurt you to do it. Just hand it back before he takes notice. He's quite happy to hurt you at the slightest provocation."
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So much for no overnights. Mike was now sporting a set of extensive stitches to his face, and beneath his gown his shoulder and arm were stitched up as well. They'd fixed him up good and proper by the looks of it, but this was still going to take time to actually heal. Why were the only breaks you got from hunting when something nearly killed you?
There was still a dull throb in his cheek and shoulder, and his arm was still stiff and sore. Must have given him some pretty powerful painkillers; he'd woken up from injuries before and still felt them like they were new. This time it was in the background so he wasn't looking forwards to them wearing off. But as always, they were going to have to get out of here pretty quick and heal up away from awkward questions.
At least he'd had his car nearby with fresh clothes, which were laid out on the chair next to the bed after he requested them earlier. He pulled himself out of bed and groaned at the flare of pain in his shoulder and arm despite the medication. He looked in the mirror at his injuries; the stitches on his body were covered over with fresh bandages to keep them catching on his clothes. The ones on his face you couldn't hide.
He'd managed to stay conscious when they'd come in and seen them take John into the hospital, then they'd given him something to put him out whilst they fixed him up so after that he could only assume that John was still in the same hospital.
"Shit, I never got the name he was using for this one." He suddenly realised as he assessed the repair job they'd put on him and sat back down on the bed with a frown. He heard the steps outside his room and slid back into the bed before the nurse came in.
"You're up already. How are you feeling this morning?" The nurse came in with a chart. "You were pretty beat up last night Jeff."
"Still am. Just not bleeding anymore." Mike answered. "Pain's better. Whatever you gave me is working. Mostly at least. Still feel sore."
"You will for a while yet. You got lucky; if those wounds on your face were a couple of inches deeper you'd end up with a scar. Your other wounds are going to leave scars though I'm afraid."
"Wouldn't be the first." Mike shrugged and then regretted it as the pain flared in his shoulder once again; just another couple of scars to add to the rest he'd already gotten over the years.
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Post by Tonks on Jan 24, 2014 15:26:25 GMT
The nurse came back in the room and put a hand on her hip. "Ready to let me help you then?"
"Just untie this stupid frock for me. Why don't I remember anything?" The nurse walked over and untied his gown. "Well, you've been on a hell of a lot of morphine, it messes with your head. Sent you doodahs! Should'a heard you."
"What do you mean?" John asked, taking his arms out of the sleeves and attempting to put the pyjama top on. The nurse walked around the front of him and helped him put his arms through the sleeves.
"You were talking about werewolves and demons. You even said you needed holy water to throw at the doctor. I think maybe you've watched twilight one too many times." She laughed, passing him his pyjama pants.
"Right." He said, feeling rather embarrassed. He went to move his gown off his lap and quickly put it back down. "I have no underwear on."
"Nothing I haven't seen before, Bill. Here." She bent down and put his feet through the legs of the trousers. She pulled them up to his knees and turned around. "There, now I'm not looking."
John struggled but managed to cover himself and pull his trousers up. "Right." He said again. The nurse turned around.
"See, not so bad. I'm afraid our slippers aren't that great but they're better than nothing." She passed him a packet with bright blue foam slippers inside.
"Right. Uhh, bathroom?"
"Well, physio said they wanted to be here when you try and walk, but I can bring a chair and wheel you there?" She suggested.
"Fuck off." He said, instantly and uncontrollably. He lent on the bed frame and pushed himself to standing.
"There's really no helping you, is there?"
"No." He said bluntly. "Bathroom?"
"First door to your left." She said, following him out of the room.
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Post by PenguinNinja on Jan 24, 2014 15:54:54 GMT
Hannah dropped the angel blade and took slow, jagged steps across the room until she found the door. "Whatever," she muttered. The demon was dead. The one reason she had for hunting was gone, dead.
She could rest.
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Post by Light on Jan 24, 2014 17:56:16 GMT
"Do me a favour and close these would you?" Mike pointed at the curtains surrounding the bed. "I want to get dressed."
"But the doctor said he needed to see you again this morning!" His nurse protested.
"I don't think he'll mind if I'm dressed." Mike said to her; fuck that. He was planning on being out of there before they asked him any questions. Find a nice hotel and rest up in peace.
The woman frowned. "I suppose not."
"Cheers." Mike flashed her a smile as she closed the curtains around her, then proceeded to get dressed. It was a slower process than usual, owing to the pain in his arm and shoulder but he got there in the end.
He then steppe out from behind the curtains and grabbed his phone, wallet and keys off the side and slid them into his pocket. "Okay, I'll see my Doctor now." He said cheerily to her.
"I'll just go and fetch him, you just wait here for me." She headed out again.
"Like that's going to happen." Mike muttered after she left, then waited a few moments before slipping out himself.
He was just heading down the corridor when he spotted John, accompanied by another nurse heading out of a room. Stroke of luck, now they could both get out of here. He just needed to get his attention without making it too obvious.
He walked a few more steps down the corridor towards John, then whistled a single, sharp note which lead into a small tune. Usually people at least looked around to see where a sound was coming from, so that was what he was hoping for. He only needed to be noticed by the other hunter.
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"Thank you." Darius said softly, retrieving the blade. She had her car, she could get back by herself. He felt he should say something, but seeing as she had pointed the blade at him, it probably wasn't the best time to do so. With a slight rustling sound he was gone.
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Post by PenguinNinja on Jan 24, 2014 18:23:28 GMT
Hannah walked to her car in a daze. When she sat down behind the wheel she just let herself sit and stare out of the windscreen, trying to pull together order from her chaotic mind.
After several minutes she thrummed the engine into life and started off for the nearest bar. Getting drunk was on the top of her to-do list right now.
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Post by Tonks on Jan 24, 2014 18:44:31 GMT
"I think I can manage from here, nurse." John said after noticing Mike. She raised an eyebrow at him before rolling her eyes. "If you fall don't say I didn't warn you." She said, before heading to the nurses' station. John nodded at Mike and approached him. He lent in and whispered in his ear. "Right, someone's gonna notice if I'm walking around outside in these damn things." He gestured to his pyjamas. "Bring the car round front, and I'll meet you once I've gone for a piss. Okay?"
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Post by Light on Jan 24, 2014 18:49:04 GMT
Mike nodded. "See you in five." He said to the other man. "Nice pyjamas." He grinned, then moved off quickly before the other hunter could either say something or take a swing at him.
__________End of Episode 5__________
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