video: bed rest | this one goes out...

[flensing]

[The music is soft, a soft voice with a light piano. The video shows a woman in a hospital bed -- a woman? or a very delicate boy? the head has been shaved, but perhaps the facial feature are that of a woman, haggard as they are -- is fast asleep as the lullaby plays. There is a faint pinch in her expression, troubled even in her sleep, but perhaps that is not so surprising when one looks at the state of her. She has only been freed from her captors a week, and she is still bruised, still gaunt.

But there is time to heal now.]



[[ooc; Because of Anna's injuries, she won't be able to do much at all this month. So, just to get her around a bit, here we go. Visiting her at the hospital and showering her with flowers and stuffed things would be really awesome. She won't be able to talk much, but she would be happy to listen to someone else talk, if you've got a story-teller type.]]

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[boutant]

[ It's not the ideal day to go visit, but the music has changed to something quieter, and so Ariadne creeps on in. She's bringing a teddy bear; a large, friendly, cuddly thing. She's not sure if Anna will be able to hold onto it or not right now, but she'll be able to later, right?

Still, she doesn't want to wake her, so she's trying to be quiet and set it down so she can creep on out again. ]

[flensing]

[It isn't Ariadne's fault that Anna wakes up. She was not very deeply asleep to begin with. It had been easy, in her cell to fall in and out of consciousness, she was starving, thirsty, hurting. They have no tried to put her on solid foods yet here, but her body is being fed, she has some energy, at last.

Her eyelashes stir as the woman approaches the bedside, turning her head to watch silently.]

[boutant]

[ She can feel the eyes on her, and she turns, smiling a bit sheepishly. ]

Hey. I hope I didn't wake you. [ Pause. ] This is for you.

[ The bear, obviously. Oh, this is suddenly awkward and she's not entirely sure why. ]

[flensing]

[Anna blinks slowly, her cheek rubbing against the pillow as she looks at the bear. She makes a very faint sound, a dismissal to the idea that she had been woken.

She is not quite so engaged as to to lift her hands, however, and her big brown eyes flick back up to Ariadne's face, staring at her without reservation.]

Video;

[worldofourown]

[He isn't sure what attracts him to the post. Perhaps it's the lilting French lullaby, so paradoxically sweet amid all the clashing chords that've assaulted his ears all day. Perhaps it's the clear exhaustion on the woman's face - a look that piques the human and predator in him alike.]

[Whatever the case, he peers into the screen for a better look.]

Hello...?

Video;

[flensing]

[She stirs at his voice, she does not seem too groggy when she looks up, so she must not have been deeply asleep. The technology that the device runs on is... foreign to her. Nothing that small in the 80s, and she seems a little confused and certainly nervous.

She has heard voices in her head before, but rarely ones she did not recognize from somewhere.

Her large eyes show that she is distressed about it, looking enormous in her gaunt face. Perhaps, if he moves around a bit, she will notice the video screen...]

Video;

[worldofourown]

[The fear in the girl's eyes is fascinating. He's seen it countless times before. In the eyes of his dying victims, and in his own face, during all the bloody experiments Amshel conducted on him. Despite himself, he waveses a little. His voice is quiet.]

A newcomer to the City, are we?

Video;

[flensing]

[She needs gentle, she appreciates that his voice quiets. She pushes herself up in the bed a little, investigating after the voice. One of her hands lifts to pick up the device, her wrists are bird-thin and damaged from far too long in manacles.

She looks down into the camera. She doesn't say anything, and she doesn't precisely nod, but she is waiting for him to carry on along that line.]

[intheblanks]

[From time to time, as she sleeps, another piece of music filters through almost as a counterpoint to hers.

there is no pain, you are receding
a distant ship's smoke on the horizon,
you're only coming through in waves,
your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying.

Each time it lasts long enough to check charts, take notations, and fades out.]

[flensing]

[She dozes her way through most of the movements around her, but there has been so much sleep... She finally has a little strength in her to be awake, to lift her head from time to time and take a look around herself. Maybe it's just coincidence when she peers down the bed at him curiously, maybe it's the music. She knows that song, it is really very bizarrely soothing to hear it...]

[intheblanks]

when I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse

[And, eventually, he catches her looking.]

Hi there. Voulez-vous un peu d'eau?

[invisibilities]

[ simon doesn't often go to the hospital. but anna seems alone, the way sally was alone, in the way that he can't help but want to remedy in some way. so he puts on his jacket and goes to the hospital.

he hesitates in the doorway, looking in with uncertainty on his face. the music has thankfully shifted away from showtunes to something softer, something without words, and simon hopes it stays this way, so long as he lingers in the hospital. ]

Hello. I'm Simon.

[ it's not much of a greeting, but it's the best he can do. ]

[flensing]

[She has had a few visitors today, had... 'conversations' with a few people, though it was difficult to call them that when she was so prone to falling into silence. Silence is what she is used to, but... maybe the music has been an interesting aid in easing her into it. There is a stuffed bear nestled amongst the sheets with her, he makes good support as well.

Anna swallows, and though her voice is very small, unused and hoarse, she answers,]

Hello, Simon.

[invisibilities]

Do you mind visitors?

[ still awkwardly hovering. he doesn't want to intrude, after all, if she'd rather be alone. ]

[nohometown]

[Sephiroth's orchestral villain theme music is playing low, now. He studies the woman on the screen. He can see her state clearly, wondering if this is the woman who appeared in Ariadne's room.]

Hello.

[He speaks softly, not wanting to disturb her. She must not realize she's being recorded.]

[flensing]

[She isn't used to such tiny cameras, she would never have expected to be recorded, to get replies, but she is awake now. She holds the device in her hands delicately, unsure if it will break.]

Hello.

[nohometown]

My name is Sephiroth. I assume you're a new arrival here.

[He keeps his voice low. For someone to be newly transplanted to this odd place as well as in such a condition cannot be easy.]

[dr_conscience]

[Wilson is one of the few who's escaped this particular curse, so when he comes to check on how Anna's doing, he manages to do so without contributing his own soundtrack to the room. Of course she's been treated by multiple doctors now, and he doesn't have any issues trusting any of them, but as long as she's there, he'll feel a personal responsibility to stay as involved in and aware of her progress as possible.

He's actually off his shift for the day when he stops by, and he brings a small vase with a few bright flowers in it that he lightly sets on the bedside. She'll be here for a while; he figures it may be nice to brighten the room a bit, bring some life into it. He quietly moves to check up on her chart, trying not to disturb her.]

[flensing]

[She has not been sleeping very deeply during the day, stirs at times to silently watch the shadows moving in the hall. She is content to watch them, used to being locked in her cell alone where nothing moved and nothing changed. Just watching seems to take energy from her, like she is using a muscle long since atrophied when absorbing the world around her. Anna is determined to flex it, to build it back up, and she has tried to maintain herself duly for the few visitors she has received, but she had gone empty and silent on poor Ariadne. She only has so much to give with each attempt.

It's just an idle, sleepy glance that she gives him, but her attention is drawn out by the flowers, their colors and smell. She lifts her chin, inhaling deeply. Her arm curling around the stuffed bear in the bed with her is an expression of pleasure more than fear.]

[dr_conscience]

[He sets down the chart, hanging it at the foot of the bed, as he offers a small, comforting smile to the glance - it's a subdued, gentle expression, just an offer of reassurance. He doesn't expect much in the way of pleasantries or conversation, not wanting to tax her too much in her state, but he does speak, softly, as he shifts a bit from the foot of the bed to the side; still staying near the end of it.]

I'm... not sure if you remember me. I'm Doctor Wilson.

[He purses his lips, slightly; he would almost be more surprised if she did remember him, with the condition she was in. He almost says more, but it seems wiser to take conversation slowly, bit by bit, letting her absorb and react to one thought before presenting another. Her physical injuries are obviously the least of her issues, certainly now that they're being cared for. While he has no idea what she's been through, exactly, he saw her as she arrived; that's more than enough for him to know that he should approach with a certain amount of delicacy and patience.]

[vicodincrutch]

[Doctor House is not going to shower her with any gifts. Already she has enough care. In terms of injuries they are not remarkable. She isn't suffering from any disease visible. She shouldn't be interesting. If anyone asks he will say so.

The nature and extent of the damage to her body though attempts to get more of his attention than he wants to give. Abuse is abuse. He hopes for her sake that it came from people she hated. It makes the coping process easier.

Business as usual. He limps his way through.]

[flensing]

[Were it posed to Anna, she would perhaps say much the same. That her injuries were unremarkable. She had seen what was done to others like her, had been nurse to two of them, neither of whom she could save.

Hungry and bruised, that is all. The true damage is inside, where her mind and soul had begun to separate from her body. She was driven inward for that purpose, demeaned and numbed. But even then... she is waking. She is watching the world around herself, contemplating that she may get the chance to be a part of it. She watches him too, quiet and still--(the way she is used to being)--but alert, for now. She only has so much energy for it before she inevitably closes her eyes and sinks back inside.]

[wetworking]

[Hazuki despises hospitals.

They are too easily penetrated by enemies, too open, there are too many sharp implements that can be used as weapons, and it's simple to hide an assassin in a white lab coat.

It's worse if you're actually injured. Which she is. Dislocated shoulder, three broken ribs, internal bleeding. No longer problematic, since she'd been treated, and now on the mend.

Which was even more vulnerable.

So she's walking- well. Slowly. Very slowly. (It's illogical- but not if she gets out of her and secures a safer place to mend.)

It's only the sight of that damned male nurse that had pestered her about resting earlier that sends her silently ducking in to the nearest room.

Anna's.]

[flensing]

[It's dark and quiet inside, and Anna has received a few unexpected visitors already. Not that they weren't all unexpected, everyone here was a stranger to her, except for Ariadne, who had assured her that she was frightened too. Words that Anna had shared with a ghost in her own mind. She couldn't ignore that.

The strangers have been friendly, though Anna has hardly been of mind and energy to give them much in reply. Still, she is not in a position to turn anyone away, she knew that. For all her fear and heartbreak, she knew that.

Only dozing lightly, Anna's eyelids flutter, inhaling deeply before turning her cheek slightly to look at the woman.]

[wetworking]

[The darkness is welcoming to Hazuki, and she does nothing to illuminate it. After all, she works best within it, and it gives advantages to those with few.

Thinking logically, even now.

But the patient within was stirring, and she had no desire to startle the woman, not out of consideration, but to prevent her own discovery.

She lifted a finger, (left hand, her right was in a sling). Shhh.

The question was whether she'd listen.]