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 Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2011 11:12 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2011 4:20 pm
(Ahh a procrastination post spree I see. So been there. I also indulge in the odd cookie baking procrastination tactic. 2 things -> Elodie is TOTALLY old enough to drive. -> Did anyone bring the car to the hospital? o.0 ) _________________________________________________________________________________________ Elodie found Mark as he came out from behind the curtain. Actually 'bumped into' was technically more accurate than 'found' per se, but as no one was there to be picky it didn't matter so much.
"Oh good. Miranda wants me to take you to ...well hopefully to wherever Cybil is. She apparently had a bit of an episode before she got to the doors so they took her in again for more tests." Elodie reached in to stop the drip-dripping of the IV that yes indeed had been ripped out.
"Come on, I'll lead the way. Oh and if anybody asks you and Cybil are like...family. Miranda too. Oh and she's emancipated from her parents and her own decision maker M'kay?" Elodie smiled brightly indicating she knew there could be a lot wrong with that sentence but here and now was so not the place to learn what was right.
"If she keeps on like this I won't be surprised if they make her stay overnight."
Elodie lead Mark down and around the second nurses station and into where she figured they would have parked Cybil this time around. A hunch led her to the only occupied stall with no doctors bustling around.
She poked her head in and seeing that the patient had her arm slung over her eyes quickly flicked off the light switch.
"Knock knock~" Elodie said - quietly.
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2011 6:01 pm
((OOC: Absolutely not. :3 The car remains at the fairgrounds. But Cybil was unconscious and doesn't know that. Also, Cybil isn't making a statement about the other girls' ability to drive in general, I don't think - more about their ability to drive HER car. XD))
Mark stumbled back a step when he ran into Elodie. "What? Oh. I..." Then she was pouring information over his head in a torrent and he was confused, but he went along with it. He and Cybil practically were family, and Cybil was...technically...emancipated in that she lived on her own. He didn't know if she'd ever made it legal or not.
"Okay," he said at last, still confused but willing to work with what he had been given.
When they made it into the occupied stall, he watched Elodie turn off the lights and then slipped past her into the dark room. Without saying anything - and walking so quietly that Elodie might not even realize he'd slipped past her - Mark crouched beside her bed and gently took her hand away from her eyes. Cybil had shut them tightly against the light, but when she realized it was dark, she cautiously opened them just a slit.
Then Elodie spoke, and Cybil hissed. "What?" she whispered in reply, her raspy voice beginning to grate with temper. "Why is everyone talking so...Mark?" The word wasn't a question. It was a weary kind of identification. She turned her head - slowly, and ever so slightly - to look up into his eyes. "That you?"
Mark just nodded; he was very, very quiet. Taking the hand he'd removed from her face, he began to put pressure on a few key points that Cybil had shown him once, and gradually the worst of the pain began to fade from her face. "Can we leave now?" was her next question.
Mark glanced over at Elodie. "Once we find Miranda," he replied, still talking in a whisper to keep the headache from getting any worse.
"She was just here," muttered Cybil. "She went to...to look for you."
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2011 5:52 pm
(I can't believe someone just made a Christmas commercial where Santa was dying to listen to Selena Gomez and Justin Bieber. T,T Television, can we please try NOT to kill my holiday? I've already seen one commercial saying Christmas is over and it's Christmas EVE! Gah, this is like Christmas commercials on ct 29th TOO EARLY ! Anyways, Rant being done! ^.^ Merry Christmas!/ Holidays) _________________________________________________________________________________________ Elodie made a face at having been too loud, but smiled when she saw Mark knew the Adjoining Valley pressure point. Though how he'd slipped by her she hadn't seen; what a slippery boy. Though she suspected that talent was more useful than tactical.
But more interestingly... clearly Cybil wasn't against all medicine...just hospital related stuff.
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2011 8:58 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2011 4:44 pm
(I've always wondered about a clean hospital smell. I really need to visit a newer hospital than the one I work in. >.> see about these smells...anyway I'll just bump for now. I'm watching the Secret Garden on TV and am apparently very distracted.)
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2011 10:20 pm
((OOC: All hospitals I've ever been in smell like antiseptic and death. At least to me.))
Cybil had sat up very slowly once the worst of the headache had subsided. Once Miranda entered, Cybil risked opening her eyes a little and whispered, "Okay. Let's go."
Mark, however, hesitated. "Will they let us leave?" he asked quietly, directing the question to Elodie. She seemed to know the most about how hospitals worked, of the four of them. Mark himself had never been allowed in one, and once he'd met Cybil, he'd acquired her distaste for them.
But Elodie acted like she knew what she was doing, and so he had to believe she did. So if anyone would know whether they could leave openly or if they had to sneak Cybil out somehow, it would likely be her.
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2011 11:34 am
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2011 4:52 pm
(My hospital has carpet. 'Nuff said.) _________________________________________________________________________________________ "Well, even if they don't want her to leave she can go, she'll just have to sign a waiver, stating she went against medical advice. The only way they could make her stay is if they think she's unsafe to be in her own care, and despite the swearing and probable uttered threats, she hasn't acted that crazy." Elodie left out the 'yet'. Though truth be told she'd seen much crazier stuff go down.
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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2012 3:33 pm
"Perfect," Cybil muttered. "Then let's go."
Mark looked worried, scuffing his foot a little bit. "Are you sure, Cyb?"
Her scowl was answer enough, and though he hesitated a second longer, he eventually gave in to the inevitable and nodded. "All right." He offered her a hand; she gave him another irritated glance, but then she took it - she couldn't open her eyes enough against the light to see where she was going. The headache was beginning to slack off, but it would be another ten or twenty minutes before it faded enough for her to be able to see properly.
She flicked a glance at Elodie as she went by. "Probable?" she muttered. "Definite."
Mark bit his lip to avoid saying anything, but there was the faintest hint of a smirk on his face as he walked with her towards the front desk. He figured Elodie and Miranda would follow.
After all, they had a lot more to worry about. It wasn't just about what had landed Cybil in the hospital in the first place; it was even more than the vision that had sent her back.
They needed to talk.
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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2012 6:18 pm
_________________________________________________________________________________________ Elodie chuckled silently and bit her lip until it was over. She didn't suggest it but she did run ahead to fetch the right form so Cybil could sign herself out, though it turned out that as she wasn't yet fully admitted, and thus didn't have a doctor that was assigned, she didn't need to sign it yet.
So Elodie asked the charge nurse to page the correct doctor and relay the fact that Cybil would be leaving now, under her own power, in her family's care. Then she waited until the nurse started dialing. Just to make sure it would actually get passed on.
She smiled and waved once - ever friendly- before turning, just in time to follow Cybil and the rest out the door.
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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2012 9:59 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2012 8:29 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2012 1:20 am
((OOC: Sorry. Absolutely mea culpa. I've just been so lazy/busy lately...))
Almost as soon as Cybil walked out the door, she flinched from the sunlight. But at the same time, she had a little bit of a smile on her face. It was good to get out of there.
"We didn't bring the car, did we?" Mark realized all of a sudden.
Cybil blinked at him. "No one brought it?"
"We were kind of too worried about leaving you to die to think about the car," replied Mark with magnificent disdain. Cybil seemed to think about rolling her eyes, but she refrained from doing so.
"Well then, let's get going," she replied. "We have to go get it, and...we have some things to talk about." She looked around, keeping her eyes half-squinted against the light.
Mark sighed. "Bus stop's over here, Cyb." He led her towards it, letting Miranda and Elodie follow as they would.
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2012 7:20 pm
_________________________________________________________________________________________ Elodie was no stranger to the bus, but she'd been jostled in a semi-crammed mass transport once already today.
Besides there was a perfectly good taxi sitting right there. It was one of the nice ones too, with interior space that screamed of the fact that this car had once been a much beloved luxury vehicle - but it had gotten older than 2 years and was sold off cheaply to make room for the new version of itself in it's heartless owners garage.
"Better idea, we can cab it, and I'll pay." Elodie said, waing an arm to the oh so bored driver, who was semi-her age and apparently interested.
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