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[gabriel_tam]

The room is fairly nice, all things considered. There are several chairs, a porta-cot set up discreetly against one wall for visitors that for one reason or another are reluctant to leave, and it's clear that whoever designed this particular private room in the first place intended to make it seem as warm and welcoming as possible.

Of course, given that it's a hospital, there's really only so much that can be done.

Currently, the hospital bed is tilted upwards at an angle, with the evident intention of making the patient comfortable. It seems to be working, at least a little, because Gabriel Tam is asleep.

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[wolflord_andain]

Galadan, Mary's hand still held in his, opens the door to Gabriel's room after a brief exchange with one of the guards outside.

His tread is noiseless, and he raises a hand to caution Mary as they enter the room.

She, of course, may not be silent enough not to wake the Senator.

Galadan can make no provision for that.

[regan_tam]

His hand in hers is still warm. Sometimes, if her thumb shifts to the right spot, she can feel his pulse.

She should move to the cot, she knows. She will soon, probably; her neck is still stiff from having dozed off in this armchair earlier. She's old enough for her bones to prefer a soft bed and a real pillow.

But she can feel her husband's pulse, and she's not falling asleep quite yet. So she'll stay a while longer.

And let her eyes drift closed. Just for a bit.

[night-hibiscus.livejournal.com]

The height of the man, and the hieght of the bed, and last of all the height of Yuna, all factor together to require her to tilt up on the toes of her chunky hiking boots to get a full-body scan of the sleeping man through the lens of her staff.

She tries to be as quiet as she can, as the red and blue lights play on her face once again, but the posture is awkward and she is, perhaps, ill at ease, surrounded by the full might of a machina society, all bent on preserving one life.

There's a bell that hangs by a thin cord from the end of her staff; it jingles, clear and sweet among the beeps and gusts.

[gonna_live]

Kaylee is smart enough to be quiet.

Means she can sit and occupy herself with the book in her lap.

There's something leafy on the bedside table that wasn't there before; there are two small, colorful paper umbrellas neatly speared into the soil at the base.

[un_fallen]

A few days into Gabriel's stay when the security staff are less inclined to confiscate all cards from well-wishers on principle, a battered envelope addressed to the senator arrives. It says only:

Tam-Tam,

Looks like I owe you one.

-R

As though to drive home the point (assuming there is a point), the envelope also contains one wooden tile bearing the letter R.

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

Sometime late in the afternoon, Aziraphael slips into the room, walking silently to sit in a chair just adjacent to Gabriel. After some hesitation, he lifts a hand and settles it on Gabriel's wrist, his eyes slipping closed, assessing the senator's condition for himself.