★ 50 [Video] Action for anyone at the hospital

[mightbeconcussed]

[Lucy's voice sounds tiny, scratchy and hoarse, like she's been screaming for a long time]

Who brought me here?

[She's in the hospital, having just woken up City!Dead and unfortunately she remembers everything. It's taking her a little while to process it. She looks a wreck, pale and disheveled, as one might expect considering.

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[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[Dulcie is sitting in a chair tucked into the corner of the room, trying and failing to work on a crossword. She jumps when she hears Lucy speak.]

Lucy?

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[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[Lucy furrows her brow, biting her bottom lip as she struggles to sit up a little. Right now she feels wiped out, weak and sore all over. She shoves hair off her forehead and forces a small smile in Dulcie's direction.]

Hi.

[Little wave.]

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

I didn't know how long it was going to be until you woke up.

[She scoots her chair forward and places a hand over Lucy's.]

Do you still feel like crap?

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Crap on top of crap. [She turns her hand so that she's holding Dulcie's. She's trying very hard not to cry so she's not exactly looking at Dulcie, more staring at the ceiling.]

Who found me?

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

Castiel. Him and some of the others, they've -

They're going to find out who did this.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[Lucy closes her eyes, tears seeping out of the corners.]

He had knives and dark hair. Cassie is back? When did--it doesn't matter.

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[Dulcie moves closer and touches her hand on Lucy's cheek, brushing her tears away.]

Shhh, it's alright. You don't need to think about it anymore. It's over.

[loonyandproud.livejournal.com]

[CAMPBELL JUST WENT OUT TO GO TO THE WASHROOM. IT FIGURES. He walks back into the room, and then notices that Lucy is CONSCIOUS and bounds over to her bed, crouching beside it, speaking in as much of a hush as he can manage. Which isn't much. He gets louder as he goes, too.]

Lucy! You're awake! I mean....yeah, yeah, that, d'you, um. D'you need anythin' or...something? How're y' doing, hen?

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[The gradual getting louder is familiar though and that's good. He's very Campbell so it's helpful]

Campbell, you're here. [Which is her avoiding the how are you doing question] I'm glad you're here.

[loonyandproud.livejournal.com]

[He grabs her hand. Because he wants something to hold onto.]

Aye, and I'm glad you are too. I mean, not in hospital, but...y'know, here. [Quietly] This part didnae happen at home. S'something.

[Fuck serious, seriously.]

D'you want ice cream? Or water? I can bring y' either one a' those, no problem.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[She squeezes his hand back, turning her face to look at him. Tears are still leaking from the corners of her eyes.]

High point. City!Dead definitely trumps coffin!dead.

[She forces a smile and nods.] Vanilla Latte with an extra shot and whipped cream.

[loonyandproud.livejournal.com]

[Ohhh, Lucy. You need a hug. Or Campbell thinks you do. So he gives her a hug. It's a weird mix between proper hug and trying to be careful in case she's still hurt because he really has no clue how this City!Dead stuff works.]

I've no idea what that is but I'm sure the cafe people will do.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[She appreciates the hug and she holds on for a minute, awkward or not. She nods against his shoulder] The cafe knows. Don't tell them it's for me. I think they're anti-extra shots for hospital people but it's not like I can raise my blood pressure.

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[1charmingangel.livejournal.com]

[He's out hunting a bastard buuuuuuut...]

Hey, Lu.

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[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[The nickname makes her smile a little. It also makes her cry a little but it's kind of a better than before crying.]

Hey, J.

[A very lengthy pause here]

How do you feel about having a dead girl for a room mate?

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[1charmingangel.livejournal.com]

Doesn't sound so bad to me.

[Because you know...he's been dead before.]

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[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

You know I might start believing you about the great boyfriend thing. [Not that he's hers or that she's even implying that. It's more of a 'you're a good guy' kind of thing]

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[1charmingangel.livejournal.com]

I did say that I was.

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[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

It's not like I just believe everything you say, you know. That'd be easy. I have to take the long way around.

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[rehymenator]

[ In your doorway, waiting for you to notice. ]

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[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[It takes her a few seconds just because she's got a lot on her mind. She does notice him there though.]

Dulcie said you found me. [She's torn between a lot of emotions: gratitude, relief and anger, the whole why weren't you here sooner thing even though she knows it's unfair. He couldn't control when the City decided to pop him in and out anymore than anyone else could]

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[rehymenator]

[ He nods, just once. There are others searching for her attacker, and Castiel knows that in a small place like the City, it's only a matter of time before he shows his face. ]

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[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[Lucy lies there, struggling with what to say, not because there's something she doesn't think she should say--she's got no filter like that--but because there's too much to say.]

Do you know what he did to me?

[Questions seem safer right now]

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[rehymenator]

Yes.

[ But he's not volunteering the information. She didn't ask, and the part of him leftover from his memories in the City is telling him to keep it from her. More secrets. ]

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[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[She's more than a little torn on whether she wants to know or not. Sure she remembers a lot of it but she hasn't a clue what happened after she lost consciousness. She twists the bed sheet around her fingers until it's so tight it hurts but there's no frantic pound of pulse in the tips of her fingers to let her know she's cutting off circulation because there's no circulation]

Can you make me alive again?