![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
[oom] Room Number 4
Apr. 8th, 2010 11:46 am[ after this ]
Fiona dozes off and on, waiting for him to wake up. The rats brought up the ice she requested, and she put it away in the freezer. She puttered around, cleaning up his clothes, tidying aimlessly before she comes back to lay down beside him.
She still thinks he should see a doctor, but it's not her call to make. Maybe she could get him to go back through to the Bahamas, and bring in a private doctor, someone who doesn't know him. She's terrified there might be long lasting implications from the injury, and she's terrified what that might mean for the two of them.
So she tries to sleep.
Mostly she just watches him, willing him to be okay.
Fiona dozes off and on, waiting for him to wake up. The rats brought up the ice she requested, and she put it away in the freezer. She puttered around, cleaning up his clothes, tidying aimlessly before she comes back to lay down beside him.
She still thinks he should see a doctor, but it's not her call to make. Maybe she could get him to go back through to the Bahamas, and bring in a private doctor, someone who doesn't know him. She's terrified there might be long lasting implications from the injury, and she's terrified what that might mean for the two of them.
So she tries to sleep.
Mostly she just watches him, willing him to be okay.
