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entrancelogs2014-10-25 12:49 pm
assembles) wrote in entrancelogs2014-10-25 12:49 pm
all that we've amassed [SEMI-CLOSED]
Who: Steve Rogers David Roberts and visitors
Where: Storybrooke, Maine
When: 10/24 - 10/28
Rating: R (warning for discussion of terminal illness/death)
Summary: When the kid who was always picking fights instead of leaving well enough alone grows into a man who no longer has the strength to fight even his own body, who comes to see him? (Replies will come frompreserum.)
The Story:
October 24th:
David doesn't get much in the way of visitors. There's James, James' cousin, and Virginia. The latter two really only come because they know him by proxy, through James, but he appreciates their efforts even so. Then there are the two volunteers, sweet girls who don't seem to worry much about how he might infect them too.
TB is a disease that's largely been controlled in this day and age, but that doesn't matter much for someone who's got such a battered immune system. It's really no surprise -- in fact, it's almost poetic given that David's mother died from this same illness. It was probably only a matter of time.
Sometimes David wishes that he could have gotten a few more years of being relatively healthy, at least enough that he could get around on his own and wasn't stuck in his bed. Now his prognosis hangs over him like a shroud, and he feels it every time that James shows up with his sad smile and his weary eyes.
If only David could have given him a few more years where they might have been happy. Instead, the clock is ticking down faster than either of them can accept, and when David isn't sleeping, he feels like he's got a vice tightened around in his chest, waiting to crush the life out of him.
They visit him because they want to ease his pain, but what he really hopes is that somehow he can return the favor.
October 25th-26th:
Like with almost any illness, there are good days and bad days. There are days where David can't stop coughing, where he stains napkin after napkin with blood. Then there are other days where he can sit up and get three whole meals down and there's some actual color in his face.
This is more than just good, though. David wakes up and his body isn't completely wracked with pain. He actually thinks that he might be able to get out of bed and take a walk around the ward, but he gets the feeling that his nurses might faint from shock if that happened.
He can't be getting better. He's been told time and time again that there's no hope for him. But it sure is nice to pretend when he can.
October 27th-28th:
In most cases, regaining your true self's memories would be a good thing. But it's a little more difficult when Steve has two sets of them to sift through. He can tell which is the real set, and it's not like it's difficult to choose between them when one of them involves him being Captain America and saving the world multiples times, while the other involves him wasting away in a hospital bed.
Even though he's got his memories back, though, his body is still frail and he can't go too far without falling into a coughing fit. It's going to wear off, it has to, but enduring it for the rest of this event is going to be an exercise in patience.
Not to mention he's still got memories of growing up in this town, of getting into the same sort of back alley fights he did in Brooklyn -- but also of going to prom with Bucky, of watching him become successful in his chosen field while David deteriorated more and more.
He's relieved, of course, that this life is the fake one, but for right now it's all real enough to him that part of him is still scared that he won't live through this.
He can't leave James -- Bucky behind. It doesn't matter what world they're in or what life they're living, he's sick of them being separated.
Where: Storybrooke, Maine
When: 10/24 - 10/28
Rating: R (warning for discussion of terminal illness/death)
Summary: When the kid who was always picking fights instead of leaving well enough alone grows into a man who no longer has the strength to fight even his own body, who comes to see him? (Replies will come from
preserum.)The Story:
October 24th:
David doesn't get much in the way of visitors. There's James, James' cousin, and Virginia. The latter two really only come because they know him by proxy, through James, but he appreciates their efforts even so. Then there are the two volunteers, sweet girls who don't seem to worry much about how he might infect them too.
TB is a disease that's largely been controlled in this day and age, but that doesn't matter much for someone who's got such a battered immune system. It's really no surprise -- in fact, it's almost poetic given that David's mother died from this same illness. It was probably only a matter of time.
Sometimes David wishes that he could have gotten a few more years of being relatively healthy, at least enough that he could get around on his own and wasn't stuck in his bed. Now his prognosis hangs over him like a shroud, and he feels it every time that James shows up with his sad smile and his weary eyes.
If only David could have given him a few more years where they might have been happy. Instead, the clock is ticking down faster than either of them can accept, and when David isn't sleeping, he feels like he's got a vice tightened around in his chest, waiting to crush the life out of him.
They visit him because they want to ease his pain, but what he really hopes is that somehow he can return the favor.
October 25th-26th:
Like with almost any illness, there are good days and bad days. There are days where David can't stop coughing, where he stains napkin after napkin with blood. Then there are other days where he can sit up and get three whole meals down and there's some actual color in his face.
This is more than just good, though. David wakes up and his body isn't completely wracked with pain. He actually thinks that he might be able to get out of bed and take a walk around the ward, but he gets the feeling that his nurses might faint from shock if that happened.
He can't be getting better. He's been told time and time again that there's no hope for him. But it sure is nice to pretend when he can.
October 27th-28th:
In most cases, regaining your true self's memories would be a good thing. But it's a little more difficult when Steve has two sets of them to sift through. He can tell which is the real set, and it's not like it's difficult to choose between them when one of them involves him being Captain America and saving the world multiples times, while the other involves him wasting away in a hospital bed.
Even though he's got his memories back, though, his body is still frail and he can't go too far without falling into a coughing fit. It's going to wear off, it has to, but enduring it for the rest of this event is going to be an exercise in patience.
Not to mention he's still got memories of growing up in this town, of getting into the same sort of back alley fights he did in Brooklyn -- but also of going to prom with Bucky, of watching him become successful in his chosen field while David deteriorated more and more.
He's relieved, of course, that this life is the fake one, but for right now it's all real enough to him that part of him is still scared that he won't live through this.
He can't leave James -- Bucky behind. It doesn't matter what world they're in or what life they're living, he's sick of them being separated.
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But as far as she's concerned, she's not putting on the mask. That's where it ends. And David seems to understand that well enough. So all she can really do is laugh a little when mentions not wanting to make the kids make another one for him. "They love it. If anything, everyone will want to make another- then you'll have a whole room full of them."
He starts coughing midway through her comment, though, and she's immediately moving to stand and setting her hand on his back, trying to ease him through the fit as best she can.
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A room full of birdhouses. That might be a bit much, honestly. He can handle some pleasant chirping from the windowsill, but more than that might get out of hand.
"I think just one would probably be fine," he says with a tired smile. "If you could arrange that, I'd appreciate it. Thanks, Mary Margaret. Really. You don't have to do... all this." The visits, the flowers, the patience, all of it. David's not sure what he even did to deserve it.
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His tired smile earns a brighter one from her, followed soon by some laughter. "I'm not sure the other nurses would want to have that many birds here anyway. But I'll see what I can do."
She's moving back to her seat when he speaks up again, turning back to him with more of a confused look than anything. "What are you talking about, David? I love seeing you."
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David really does feel lucky to have caught the attention of someone like her.
"It's just... not many people would go to the lengths that you do, that's all," he responds. "I think it's worth acknowledging from time to time." He has another sip of water and then smiles at her, as brightly as he can given his situation.
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"Well, they should." She's back to grinning now as she sits back down, settling into her seat like she does every time she comes to visit him. "I think more people would be much happier in general if they did." But it's not until he's smiling at her that her grin softens into something more genuine, more honest. There is something to say about being acknowledged for things you don't expect to be acknowledged for.
It leaves Mary Margaret feeling...well. Better. And she hadn't even known she needed to. "Thank you."
good to wrap it here? c:
"You're welcome," he says, relieved that Mary Margaret finally took the compliment. "And thanks in advance for the birdhouse."
At that point, a nurse comes in with his morning meal and the two of them fall into easy, comfortable conversation. David's relieved that Mary Margaret came by on a day when he's actually feeling good, so that he didn't just end up falling asleep on her.