[Claire] Numb
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crossing_lostrpWho: Claire
Where: Bedroom G, medical facility
When: Day 20, mid-morning
Invited: Damon, Methos, Locke (and open)
Status: Incomplete
It wasn't so much that Claire was unaware, more that she wasn't paying attention to anything that didn't make her feel safe. Damon's voice - that worked. So did the sofa, soft as it was. Most things on the outside to be honest, in true "grass is greener" style, though it hurt to concentrate on them. Her room felt more like sanctuary than a prison though, complete with nice fellas making it even safer. That was a turnabout. She hoped that she'd remember to thank them later, but communication was one of those things that seemed far too complicated right now.
Inside, however, Claire felt like she'd spent 80 minutes under a collapsed scrum. Head, back, stomach, ankle and everything in between - they all ached. The grass might always be greener, but Daisy's ability to yank people out of their bodies had never seemed so tempting. Rest wasn't so much an order to be followed as a decision that her subconscious had made without consultation, though Claire wasn't about to complain. The overriding feeling of numbness made the world seem as though it was being filtered through a screen of exhaustion - apart from one small glimmer of shame.
How the hell could she admit that between the gunshots and the blonde psycho's attack (which Claire dismissed as far too confusing to think about now), she'd.. well.. become incontinent?
Where: Bedroom G, medical facility
When: Day 20, mid-morning
Invited: Damon, Methos, Locke (and open)
Status: Incomplete
It wasn't so much that Claire was unaware, more that she wasn't paying attention to anything that didn't make her feel safe. Damon's voice - that worked. So did the sofa, soft as it was. Most things on the outside to be honest, in true "grass is greener" style, though it hurt to concentrate on them. Her room felt more like sanctuary than a prison though, complete with nice fellas making it even safer. That was a turnabout. She hoped that she'd remember to thank them later, but communication was one of those things that seemed far too complicated right now.
Inside, however, Claire felt like she'd spent 80 minutes under a collapsed scrum. Head, back, stomach, ankle and everything in between - they all ached. The grass might always be greener, but Daisy's ability to yank people out of their bodies had never seemed so tempting. Rest wasn't so much an order to be followed as a decision that her subconscious had made without consultation, though Claire wasn't about to complain. The overriding feeling of numbness made the world seem as though it was being filtered through a screen of exhaustion - apart from one small glimmer of shame.
How the hell could she admit that between the gunshots and the blonde psycho's attack (which Claire dismissed as far too confusing to think about now), she'd.. well.. become incontinent?
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[Molly] Checking in.
Date: 2006-09-04 03:54 pm (UTC)She was still a little glowy, like she was lit up under her skin, but it was faint, and humans had a way of ignoring what they didn't want to see.
She knocked first then poked her head in the door. She winced a bit, but recovered quickly. Older equipment. Not a lot of steel, but some steel parts. She could deal with that well enough.
"Hey, I heard you were getting ready to see the munchkin on the outside."
Molly stepped into the room. "Hey, Clint. Playing coach here?" She grinned at Damon.
[Megabyte] Saved by the Molly
Date: 2006-09-04 06:27 pm (UTC)Conversations like this were not supposed to take place when a woman was in the beginning stages of labor. Bad enough that the things on this island, that people on this island – him included – were outside of everything that Claire had come to think of as normal or acceptable and that he entire world view was soon to be shattered, but her body was under enough stress without adding to it. He looked down at their still joined hands, trying to find a way to tell her the least amount that wouldn't completely freak her out or push her into the depths of serious denial and/or fear.
"There are some good things that are, well, weird, for lack of a better word. Like Ripley. She's not a normal human." There was an understatement if he'd ever made one, "But she was the only one who could get close enough to take down Boone. She's the one who disarmed and subdued him." (Don't mention the acidic blood, because that can definitely wait until later.)
"And the Doctor and Rose? Believe it or not, they're time travelers," Megabyte said with a smirk. Yes, that went back to the realm of unbelievable, but it was plausible and it was something that people could wrap their minds around. He conveniently left off the alien part on that as well though.
A soft knock on the door caused his head to turn in time to see Molly peeking slowly into the room. (Saved by the bell. Knock. Whatever.)
"Hey, I heard you were getting ready to see the munchkin on the outside." She stepped fully into the room and grinned at him. "Hey, Clint. Playing coach here?"
Megabyte smiled easily in return. Smiling was easier, as was relaxing, when he knew that Claire was safe. He gave Claire's hand an affectionate squeeze. "For as long as she lets me. I figure in a few hours I'll probably be the bane of evil and threatened with a loss of my manhood simply because I have a Y-chromosome, but I'll tough it out."
[Claire] Saved by the Molly
Date: 2006-09-05 09:02 pm (UTC)"Uh, hi Moll. You're looking pretty cheery there - ow.. - Ok, that one was a four. Or maybe a three still. I'm a bit mixed up here." She bit her lip, then remembered the clean gown that Damon had brought in. Being semi-naked in anyone's presence was a strange thought, but she was beginning to feel pretty minging. "Hey! Um, could you do me a really big favour?"
"Sorry, girl - I'm not having that baby for you," Molly quipped, her hair shining like she'd found some fantastic hair products in the store room.
Claire grinned in response. "Nah, but don't be surprised if I do ask after that later. It is pretty personal though - could you help me change? The bane of evil doesn't have the right qualifications for that kind of terror."
[Molly]Saved by the Molly
Date: 2006-09-05 09:50 pm (UTC)Molly looked pointedly at Damon. "Right then, Clint, you go into the hall till we call you with an all clear. No.. wait... bring us a basin of some warm, mildy soapy water and a rag, please. She looked at his injured arm. It doen't have to be heavy. Two three cups of water ought to do. Maybe you should get someone to help you."
Molly turned her attention back to Claire. "Okay, You've got at least three doctors here, which is great, because I've only ever assisted the midwife with two human births and witnessed another in a coach type position. However, if you're about to give birth to a colt... I'm your woman. I've delivered thirty of them without much help, some with complications." Molly frowned at Claire's stomach. "You're not about to throw a colt are you? You're a bit small for a full term equine."
She looked up to meet Claire's eyes and winked, her own eyes dancing with mischief. "If you think having an infant is hard, just consider how much worse it could be if there were hooves."
[Megabyte] Saved by the Molly
Date: 2006-09-06 01:00 am (UTC)He gave Claire's hand a final squeeze before letting go and stepping back. As he did, he noticed the water pitcher and lack of a cup. Snatching up the pitcher, he explained, "You won't want to eat, really you won't, but my sister swore by ice chips. I'll just borrow a hospital meal tray from somewhere and kill two birds with one stone.
"And I promise to knock before entering."
Megabyte gave both women a smile and almost waved before he remembered his shoulder, then ducked out of the room.
MEGABYTE EXITS (But he will be back, oh yes, he will)
[Claire] Ignoramus
Date: 2006-09-06 08:53 am (UTC)Molly was examining the hospital gown critically. "Everyone's got to start somewhere, and on the upside your clothing options are going to multiply when this is over."
"Well yeah, that is a bonus, though I doubt I'll go right back to where I was," she chuckled, then frowned. "I wonder if they have any baby clothes around here. They were planning to.. they wanted me to leave him here with them, so they must have something. And what about nappies? Even cloth ones - do you think they thought to bring Napisan?"
She winced her way through another contraction. "Second thoughts kid, you can stay in there."
A light knock on the door alerted them to Damon's return, so Molly went to fetch the soap and water while Claire shuffled her way to an upright position, legs dangling over the side of the bed. She couldn't wait to feel clean - not just of that little mess she'd made earlier, but also of the last few days. Yes she was still in the same place, however the atmosphere was so much better now.. even after Damon mentioned the weirdness she'd completely missed. Was there more? She sincerely hoped not, but then life hadn't exactly been normal for a while now - not since she'd first been to see that psychic back home to be honest.
Claire grinned as Molly wrung out a washcloth, putting away her fears as best she could. "A spell in a hot tub would be good, but this'll do all right!"