Amanda, Angelo - Saturday night
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xp_logsImmediately at the end of this log, Amanda calls Angelo to let him know what's going on.
Angelo was on a meal break from the rescue efforts when the call came in, rummaging the phone out of his pocket with his free hand. "H'lo?"
"Ange?" The reception wasn't great, being this far underground in the medlab. "'S Amanda. Um, thought you ought to know, Nate's back in medlab."
He went very still, dropping the fork in his hand. "It's bad?" He knew it was, though. Amanda wouldn't call him back across the country for nothing.
"Not yet, but..." She reached the elevator and stepped inside, waiting until the door had closed before going on. "It's the virus, Ange. His TK's out, so he can't control it. His temp's already jumping... a few more hours and I think he'll be in the thick of it."
That got a stream of muttered swearing in every language he knew from Spanish to Askani. Angelo was already on his feet and moving. "What's Moira think?" What are his chances?
"She didn't say anything to me, but she looked worried. Voight just kicked me out while I was seeing him." The elevator pinged as it reached the school level and she stepped out into the hall. "I thought you'd want to know." She chuckled briefly. "And I didn't want to get a bollocking for not telling you."
"I'm comin' home, the next time the jet flies out", he told her, trapping the phone between his ear and shoulder as he gathered up the few things he had. I came out here because I thought he was hurt, now I'm on the wrong side of the country. Again. Figures.
Amanda winced. She'd thought he'd do this, but still, she hadn't meant to worry him. "I'll stay here until you get back." She paused, and added: He'll be all right, Ange. He has been every other time, yeah?
There was a pause, then a forcedly cheerful, "Yeah. He's a survivor, is Nathan." Just hope this time's not one too many.
You don't fool me for a second, mate. "Take care, Ange. I'll see you soon," she said, heading up the stairs to the suite she used to share with Marie-Ange. "And don't worry. He'll be fine."
"I'll be there in a few hours. Tell him for me, if he's awake?"
"If Voight will let me near him again, sure." And if she wouldn't, well, she'd just go straight to Moira.
"Then I'll see you there. Soon." And the phone cut off.
Angelo was on a meal break from the rescue efforts when the call came in, rummaging the phone out of his pocket with his free hand. "H'lo?"
"Ange?" The reception wasn't great, being this far underground in the medlab. "'S Amanda. Um, thought you ought to know, Nate's back in medlab."
He went very still, dropping the fork in his hand. "It's bad?" He knew it was, though. Amanda wouldn't call him back across the country for nothing.
"Not yet, but..." She reached the elevator and stepped inside, waiting until the door had closed before going on. "It's the virus, Ange. His TK's out, so he can't control it. His temp's already jumping... a few more hours and I think he'll be in the thick of it."
That got a stream of muttered swearing in every language he knew from Spanish to Askani. Angelo was already on his feet and moving. "What's Moira think?" What are his chances?
"She didn't say anything to me, but she looked worried. Voight just kicked me out while I was seeing him." The elevator pinged as it reached the school level and she stepped out into the hall. "I thought you'd want to know." She chuckled briefly. "And I didn't want to get a bollocking for not telling you."
"I'm comin' home, the next time the jet flies out", he told her, trapping the phone between his ear and shoulder as he gathered up the few things he had. I came out here because I thought he was hurt, now I'm on the wrong side of the country. Again. Figures.
Amanda winced. She'd thought he'd do this, but still, she hadn't meant to worry him. "I'll stay here until you get back." She paused, and added: He'll be all right, Ange. He has been every other time, yeah?
There was a pause, then a forcedly cheerful, "Yeah. He's a survivor, is Nathan." Just hope this time's not one too many.
You don't fool me for a second, mate. "Take care, Ange. I'll see you soon," she said, heading up the stairs to the suite she used to share with Marie-Ange. "And don't worry. He'll be fine."
"I'll be there in a few hours. Tell him for me, if he's awake?"
"If Voight will let me near him again, sure." And if she wouldn't, well, she'd just go straight to Moira.
"Then I'll see you there. Soon." And the phone cut off.
