gabriel_tam | (no subject)

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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From:

mistressmaryquitecontrary

Mary isn't much concerned with silence at the moment, anyways.

As they enter the room, she pulls her hand out of Galadan's and runs immediately over (boots clattering somewhat on the pristine floor) to stare fiercely down at Gabriel Tam, attempting to ascertain with her eyes alone exactly what's wrong with him. And what the likelihood is that it will get worse.

From:

gabriel_tam

Even asleep, he looks older, somehow, than he has previously, with a little more gray to his hair, a few more lines to his face.

Not to mention the neatly-stitched and bandaged wounds that run along the left side of his cheek and jaw and down his throat before disappearing under the neat line of the hospital gown.

There's a small clear tube -- a cannula -- providing him with oxygen. Even so, Gabriel's breathing is a little harsh, a little strained.

He stirs a little at the sound of her footsteps, mumbling something incoherent.

From:

wolflord_andain

Galadan stays where he is, watching the door, the girl, and the man in turn.

Most especially he watches to see what Mary will do, and how Gabriel will respond.

There is much too be learned in moments such as these.

From:

mistressmaryquitecontrary

She knows enough not to wake him up deliberately if he is sleeping - though it's a strong temptation to do just that, just to make sure that he's still there.

(He looks different. And there's things in him and -

She wants to know he's still there.)

But she stays still, now that she's by the bed, with her hands clasped tightly behind her back, staring still down. Looking perfectly ready to stand there for hours, until he wakes up.

From:

gabriel_tam

It doesn't seem as though it's likely to take hours, as his sleep is more of a restless doze than anything truly restful at the moment.

Gabriel mumbles something else, and then comes awake with a small, reflexive jerk.

It takes a moment for him to truly recognize her -- or perhaps to believe that she's actually there.

"... Mary?"

His voice is rougher, too, harsh and strained, but it's unmistakably his.

"What are you doing here?"

From:

mistressmaryquitecontrary

"Galadan brought me to see you. He said you were hurt."

Mary's face is tightly pinched, and her voice has more than a hint of accusation in it; what right has he got to get himself hurt now? She'd thought he, at least, could take care of himself.

From:

gabriel_tam

"He did, did he?" Gabriel's glance goes past her to the man standing by the door and holds for a long moment before he turns back to Mary.

"Well, maybe a little."

Perhaps incredibly, he's smiling.

From:

mistressmaryquitecontrary

Mary's scowl deepens.

She's silent for a long moment - and then, although she retains enough self-awareness to hold her voice back from being a shout, she lets loose.

"You have scars all on your face - there is something in your nose - it is not a little! You have been hurt badly. You could have been dead and you are very lucky that Galadan was there so it was not worse - and if it had been and you had not been all right I should not ever have forgiven you!"

From:

wolflord_andain

"Mary."

Galadan's voice is very quiet.

"Harangue him when he's well."

From:

gabriel_tam

"It's all right," Gabriel interjects. "It's all right."

It may well be meant for both of them. He continues,

"And so am I. Or I will be, and that's close enough to the same thing to stand for it."

From:

mistressmaryquitecontrary

Mary shoots a glance at Galadan.

And mutters, "I will harangue him then, too."

But she sounds, looks, a little reassured - if only because they both seem confident that it's a 'when' and a 'will be', and she believes them when they say things like that. Both of them.

From:

wolflord_andain

Galadan's mouth quirks in what might be the second cousin to a smile.

"I hope you do not object should I choose to join you in that."

From:

gabriel_tam

There's something deliberately theatrical about the way that Gabriel brings his arm up to cover his eyes as he mutters,

"I'm never going to hear the end of this, am I?"

From:

mistressmaryquitecontrary

"Not at all," Mary says, graciously, to Galadan. "You may help. I expect you will be good at it -" and then, self-righteously, to Gabriel, "You were nearly killed! I expect that of some people but you are meant to be responsible!"

Admittedly, 'some people' would probably get just as much of a tongue-lashing, but that's besides the point; the point is that this is not a habit that he is allowed to get into. At all.

From:

wolflord_andain

"We'll all be much warier in the future, Mary. You can rest assured of that."

Galadan means this wholeheartedly.

He has quite a few tapes that he intends to give to Mr U to go over, in the meantime.

The creature's scent was far too wide-ranging to belong to a corpse.

And, of course, there is that flickering light to consider, as well.

Galadan will not forget it.

From:

gabriel_tam

"You may rest assured -- both of you, for that matter -- that I will pay much closer attention to your recommendations on matters of security."

He lowers his arm from his eyes, wincing slightly as the movement strains his broken ribs and torn chest. Despite that, he extends a hand to Mary.

"I'm sorry that I worried you."

From:

mistressmaryquitecontrary

Mary takes the hand, after a moment, and grips it - almost painfully tight at first, then, abruptly remembering his injured state, reluctantly loosening her grip in case it hurts.

"If it had been worse," she repeats, her eyes scrunching shut for a moment before they open again, "I should not have forgiven you."

From:

wolflord_andain

"Then likely it's better for us all should you never have to prove that statement."

Galadan's voice is very, very dry.

From:

gabriel_tam

Gabriel gives Galadan another look, then returns his attention to Mary.

He shifts just enough to bring his other hand up as well, covering their linked ones with it in a gesture of reassurance.

"But it wasn't worse. And I'm getting better. Besides, now that both my heads of security are aware of ... certain complications... I don't anticipate any other problems."

A beat, and then more gently,

"It really is all right, Mary."

From:

mistressmaryquitecontrary

Mary doesn't say anything, but shakes her head, a very little.

There is not much that is all right, right now. This particular thing could have been worse - it could have been much worse - but that does not make it all right at all.

From:

wolflord_andain

Galadan, too, is silent.

Gabriel has not heard the last of Galadan being kept ignorant of certain pertinent information, either.

From:

gabriel_tam

"... or it will be, at least."

Gabriel holds her glance with his own.

"I'll ask you to believe that, if you can."

From:

mistressmaryquitecontrary

"I know that you are going to be get better," Mary says, after a moment, pale blue eyes meeting the direct look.

It's not a question of belief at this point, once she's heard it as a statement from people she trusts.

"That does not make it better now that you are ill. And I do not know how long it will be, or what will be happening - and I will have to go home and not know and it will be awful."