Who: grant ward or peter petrelli + you Where: all over wonderland When: 5/20-5/31 Rating: pg for now Summary: a catch all for both ward and peter. The Story:
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[ Of course he would have asked and despite the fact she just told him she's okay, it's obvious that he's having a hard time believing that. Peter hadn't expected her to be suffering from any kind of serious injury considering she'd acted pretty casual about it, but this looks bad.
He doubts she's supposed to be out of bed even, and despite putting on a brave face, it's clear that she's in pain. ]
Please tell me you haven't been treating your own injuries. [ He's lingering by the doorway still before he offers to help her get into a more comfortable position on the sofa instead of doing that half-sitting thing. ]
I haven't been, no. [ And at least that's the God's honest truth. Caitlin inclines her head slightly, indicating the opposite wall where the head of her bed is. There's an IV pole with several bags hanging, some only half or barely spent at all. An oxygen tank. A small cart with automated processes to monitor vitals.
She would be scared about the situation if she had room for that feeling right now. ]
Someone was keeping me under. They must have -- [ She groans as she fully stands, her good arm reaching behind her for balance. ] They must have scaled back the drip once the mirrors went back.
Guess it'd be too much to hope that whoever it was left you with a medical chart. [ He takes a quick glance around the room as he helps Caitlin to sit before he goes to get her some water. It's clear she's dealing with a lot more than just the obvious physical injuries; likely a broken rib or two or maybe even worse.
Crouching down next to her, Peter offers her the glass of water to drink from. ]
[ It's a testament to just how poorly she's doing that she accepts his help without protest. Caitlin's terrible at asking for help and even worse at accepting it when it's freely given. She's too used to being in Peter's shoes; being the one taking care of someone instead of being taken care of. But trying to push him away would probably just sap what little strength remains and honestly, she doesn't want to push him away.
Keeping her injured arm tucked in her lap, she reaches for the glass with a shaky hand. ]
Yeah, I-- [ She swallows hard. ] Cisco came into my lab and told me he was taking a break right then, that what he and Fitz were working on had failed. And there was just something... off about him. I thought I was just projecting, but then, he--he tipped his hand. It was Cisco's mirror and the minute he knew that I knew, he attacked me. I've never been on the receiving end of his powers before.
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He doubts she's supposed to be out of bed even, and despite putting on a brave face, it's clear that she's in pain. ]
Please tell me you haven't been treating your own injuries. [ He's lingering by the doorway still before he offers to help her get into a more comfortable position on the sofa instead of doing that half-sitting thing. ]
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She would be scared about the situation if she had room for that feeling right now. ]
Someone was keeping me under. They must have -- [ She groans as she fully stands, her good arm reaching behind her for balance. ] They must have scaled back the drip once the mirrors went back.
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Crouching down next to her, Peter offers her the glass of water to drink from. ]
Do you remember what happened?
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Keeping her injured arm tucked in her lap, she reaches for the glass with a shaky hand. ]
Yeah, I-- [ She swallows hard. ] Cisco came into my lab and told me he was taking a break right then, that what he and Fitz were working on had failed. And there was just something... off about him. I thought I was just projecting, but then, he--he tipped his hand. It was Cisco's mirror and the minute he knew that I knew, he attacked me. I've never been on the receiving end of his powers before.