Don't You Fret My Dear, It'll All Be Over Soon; I'll Be Waiting Here For You

[bewaretheniceboy]

WHO: Jax Teller, Neil Mackay, Peeta Mellark, and anyone who wants to visit them, doctor them, or look after them
WHERE: The hospital
WHEN: The days after the Obscurus rampage
OPEN TO: Anyone who wants to visit the patients, anyone who's hurt, or anyone who's got any reason to be in the hospital at all. Tag each other! Mingle! Commiserate!
WARNINGS: People got hurt, so injuries and wounds, presumably blood, at least one head injury, probably nightmares, and various medical things could all crop up here
STATUS: Open (please state who the tag is for and a general idea of a timeframe in the subject line of your comment!)

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The doctors in this place were as quick as they could be with limited supplies or trained personnel. Within a very short time of the smoke monster smashing through one man and slamming a few others aside, they had the injured moved into the hospital, cleaned up, and attended to as best they could. The lack of supplies and technology across the entire village was felt more in the medical field than any other, but all the members of that little group were resourceful and determined, and at least while some of the injuries had been severe no one had been on the doorstep of death. It was easier to treat a person when you were sure they would keep breathing.

Still, a lot of it had been improvised, and no one could be healed in an instant; they'd all have to do it the old-fashioned way, letting time and rest mend their wounds. Neil, Jax, and Peeta had all been placed in the same room in the hospital just to make it easier to keep tabs on them and for companionship through the night. The beds were spaced far enough apart to give some sort of privacy if the conversations were kept quiet and spare blankets had been tacked up that could be pulled back or dropped like curtains to give at least a visual barrier around the patients, but no one was far away enough from each other to not be able to talk (or listen) if they wanted to. A few chairs were available for visitors' use, though slightly rickety and not up to much punishment. All three of them would be there for a good bit, so the goal was to make their stay as comfortable as was possible.

Comments

[withoutahammer]

"Reading's better than nothing." Neil's never been a bookworm, but he'll take it. "It's not like I can do anything other than stay put, I feel weak as a bloody kitten right now."

Which is, let's be honest, at least half of what is keeping him on edge and unable to stop sniping at the staff. He doesn't like feeling helpless and right now he feels so incredibly helpless- he couldn't do anything to stop the cloud that struck him and it seems to have sapped his strength. He doesn't know if he'll get it back or if he'll feel like this forever, and if he isn't strong, what is he?

Useless, that's what.

[womanofvalue]

"You are as weak as a bloody kitten," Peggy informs him without much sympathy, given that she wants for him to get better rather than force all his energy into trying to escape or pretend that he's healed far before he actually is. "Lucky for you, I didn't only bring books," she says, setting a fresh cup of tea down in front of him, from her personal stores.

"I've no idea how you take it, so it might be a bit disappointing," Peggy admits, crossing her legs as she adjusts in her chair, a signal that she's not intending to go anywhere anytime soon.

[withoutahammer]

"Back in France, real tea's rare as diamonds. I take it any way I can get it now." He wraps his hands around the mug, lifting it carefully to his lips and taking a sip. Even with both hands on it, it's an effort and he's trembling by the time he puts it back down. Hopefully she won't notice.

Though it's Peggy. Of course she's going to notice.

[womanofvalue]

Peggy's gaze firmly lingers on his hand for a pointed moment, not saying anything as she feels like this look ought to be perfectly for him to get her meaning and to take the warning with it. "I remember," she assures Neil, though she's luckily had a few years in between to remind herself what it's like having it on a regular basis. "I lived on whatever cold coffee I could manage to get out of my Colonel's meals," she admits.

"I think he caught on that his cup was always half empty, though he never said anything," she says, thinking that Philips let her get away with a great deal.

[withoutahammer]

Neil raises an eyebrow at her look, but he doesn't lift the mug to his lips again until his hands have stopped shaking. "I was never jealous of Au- of my teammates and their undercover work, except for the food." Even here he isn't going to slip and name names. "One of the blokes liked to take the piss out of me, he'd describe what they ate so I could really enjoy the sawdust bread properly. Bastard."

His tone is fond rather than actually pissed, of course. He'd been irritated at the time, but he'd take Tom's ability to get under his skin if it meant Tom was alive again.

[womanofvalue]

"Lucky for you, we do still have enough food left from the feast that you could indulge, if you liked," Peggy admits, though she believes there's only a few days more before even that grows spoiled and unable to help them much. She's concerned about the state of him, though she tries to hide it.

"I know you must hurt, greatly," she admits, "but if you don't mind, I would like to ask some questions about the incident."