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Apr. 7th, 2008
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tomimic.livejournal.comcharacters: Peter Petrelli and Rachel Grey.
what: Peter is a dumbass, Rachel tries to fix that.
( this is mostly Nathan worship, okay )
what: Peter is a dumbass, Rachel tries to fix that.
( this is mostly Nathan worship, okay )
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Apr. 7th, 2008 11:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ex_minoru481characters: Nico Minoru & Karolina Dean.
setting: Babylon hospital, the next day after the battle. [incomplete]
what: lolgay.
As the haze cleared from the world, the rhythmic beep of machinery pulled Nico back to consciousness. The first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was Karolina, bruised but alive, and she let out a deep sigh of relief, let her eyes fall shut again momentarily. It was the mothering instinct in her; she couldn't have borne it if she lost Karolina, too, not in this place. Nico's head was pounding, and the IV drip felt funny in her hand, and there was probably going to be a lot worse pain after a while, but Karolina was there.
A glance around the room told her they weren't alone. She was still in the emergency section of the hospital and the line of beds down to the doors housed other people with various injuries, some unconscious and alone, others with their loved ones crowding around. Two trolleys were overturned, and the wall she was facing had a long, ugly burn mark. She wanted to cry, but instead pressed her lips into a tough line, her side screeching in protest as she wiggled herself up a little, making it obvious she was awake.
The last thing Nico remembered before going down was fighting some pink-haired chick with mouth-tits; for a while she thought they'd had the advantage, and then she'd tried to cast a speeding spell, forgetting that she'd used it against some supervillain back in LA (Doctor Stingray? Doctor Shark?) and the Staff of One had punked out on her. The battle had been downhill from then on. Nico wondered if everybody else had fared as badly, and then winced, annoyed that this hadn't been her first thought; but she could blame the anaesthetic or whatever they'd given her for that. "Did we win?" she managed to rasp out, swallowing before trying again and her voice coming clearer.
"Did they stop, is everyone—" she huffed out a breath, wished she could wrap her arms around her chest — but they're pinned by the starched hospital sheets and she doesn't try to muster the strength to move them. "Is Dante all right?"
setting: Babylon hospital, the next day after the battle. [incomplete]
what: lolgay.
As the haze cleared from the world, the rhythmic beep of machinery pulled Nico back to consciousness. The first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was Karolina, bruised but alive, and she let out a deep sigh of relief, let her eyes fall shut again momentarily. It was the mothering instinct in her; she couldn't have borne it if she lost Karolina, too, not in this place. Nico's head was pounding, and the IV drip felt funny in her hand, and there was probably going to be a lot worse pain after a while, but Karolina was there.
A glance around the room told her they weren't alone. She was still in the emergency section of the hospital and the line of beds down to the doors housed other people with various injuries, some unconscious and alone, others with their loved ones crowding around. Two trolleys were overturned, and the wall she was facing had a long, ugly burn mark. She wanted to cry, but instead pressed her lips into a tough line, her side screeching in protest as she wiggled herself up a little, making it obvious she was awake.
The last thing Nico remembered before going down was fighting some pink-haired chick with mouth-tits; for a while she thought they'd had the advantage, and then she'd tried to cast a speeding spell, forgetting that she'd used it against some supervillain back in LA (Doctor Stingray? Doctor Shark?) and the Staff of One had punked out on her. The battle had been downhill from then on. Nico wondered if everybody else had fared as badly, and then winced, annoyed that this hadn't been her first thought; but she could blame the anaesthetic or whatever they'd given her for that. "Did we win?" she managed to rasp out, swallowing before trying again and her voice coming clearer.
"Did they stop, is everyone—" she huffed out a breath, wished she could wrap her arms around her chest — but they're pinned by the starched hospital sheets and she doesn't try to muster the strength to move them. "Is Dante all right?"