[Mayday] Knock, knock, anyone there?
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crossing_lostrpWho: Mayday
Where: Medical Facility: Outside/inside Room A
When: Day 20, Mid-Morning (right after and partly during Isabel's Exposition)
Invited: Chris, Molly, Tara, anyone who wanders down the hallway
Status: Complete
May jogged down the hallways, not running this time, but not taking her time either. It would just figure if something else happened while she was gone - and even if it didn't, she was worried about Molly and Tara. She also didn't want to get left behind; Dean was still pissed, Jon wasn't thrilled at having her along, and Sam - well, Sam was just trying to keep Dean from running his mouth off.
The excuse to get away from Isabel was a bonus, though. She'd purposely refused to even acknowledge the woman. Even if her story was true, it didn't justify tossing Claire around like a beanbag and nearly killing her. True, she probably did feel remorse, true, it was probably an irrational mistake and May was no stranger to giving people second chances - but now, she wasn't in a forgiving frame of mind. Now, if she talked to Isabel, she might just give in to the temptation of screaming at her and setting off the powerful and emotionally unstable telekinetic. Which would only make things worse. Part of her wanted to scream at Isabel and demand to know what was wrong with her, but... no, she wasn't going to think about that.
Besides, every damn time she walked away from a scene this morning, all hell broke loose. Granted, she couldn't be in two places at once, but given the pattern, she wasn't taking any chances with Molly and Tara.
She was half afraid that she'd come back to find Chris passed out as well, so she knocked on the door with some trepidation. "Chris? You still there?"
"More or less," Chris answered, much to her relief. "What's going on?"
Oh, yeah, start with the easy questions. "Short version: Claire's gone into labor, it's the new girl's fault." She barreled on before Chris could react. "Dr. Pierson and Damon are with Claire, and Daniel sent me to check on you guys. Everything okay? Anything better?" She paused. "Given the way this morning's been, is it at least safe to come in?"
OOC: Bed now. Night, all!
Where: Medical Facility: Outside/inside Room A
When: Day 20, Mid-Morning (right after and partly during Isabel's Exposition)
Invited: Chris, Molly, Tara, anyone who wanders down the hallway
Status: Complete
May jogged down the hallways, not running this time, but not taking her time either. It would just figure if something else happened while she was gone - and even if it didn't, she was worried about Molly and Tara. She also didn't want to get left behind; Dean was still pissed, Jon wasn't thrilled at having her along, and Sam - well, Sam was just trying to keep Dean from running his mouth off.
The excuse to get away from Isabel was a bonus, though. She'd purposely refused to even acknowledge the woman. Even if her story was true, it didn't justify tossing Claire around like a beanbag and nearly killing her. True, she probably did feel remorse, true, it was probably an irrational mistake and May was no stranger to giving people second chances - but now, she wasn't in a forgiving frame of mind. Now, if she talked to Isabel, she might just give in to the temptation of screaming at her and setting off the powerful and emotionally unstable telekinetic. Which would only make things worse. Part of her wanted to scream at Isabel and demand to know what was wrong with her, but... no, she wasn't going to think about that.
Besides, every damn time she walked away from a scene this morning, all hell broke loose. Granted, she couldn't be in two places at once, but given the pattern, she wasn't taking any chances with Molly and Tara.
She was half afraid that she'd come back to find Chris passed out as well, so she knocked on the door with some trepidation. "Chris? You still there?"
"More or less," Chris answered, much to her relief. "What's going on?"
Oh, yeah, start with the easy questions. "Short version: Claire's gone into labor, it's the new girl's fault." She barreled on before Chris could react. "Dr. Pierson and Damon are with Claire, and Daniel sent me to check on you guys. Everything okay? Anything better?" She paused. "Given the way this morning's been, is it at least safe to come in?"
OOC: Bed now. Night, all!
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