Family Portrait: Laurie drabble
Sep. 3rd, 2007 06:00 am(OOC: Posted early due to Time zone issues.)
Laurie watches. The mortality of those you love is always more fragile then you might desire.
Laurie had always considered herself a person of good sense, someone who, when the chips were down would be able to carry on much as she always had. She wasn’t prone to panic, or to irrational emotional decisions. It was with something akin to surprise that she found herself in the current situation of being completely and utterly unable to react anything but emotionally.
Her mother was conscious again, the collapse having been only brief, but she looked drawn and pale where she hadn’t before. Laurie stood close by, watching the medical personnel moving back and forth as they got her ready for transport to the hospital and she only noticed that she was shredding a tissue she’d been handed when she felt the individual pieces start to drift onto her feet.
She knew about mortality, having experienced a close personal example of it only just recently, although luckily, it hadn’t been a permanent example of the human condition that she’d feared it would be at the time. Haller was alive and well, and showed no injuries from his brief experience of death, for which Laurie would be eternally grateful to Dr Grey-Summers. If she hadn’t been there, hadn’t been so good at her job…It was something Laurie didn’t like to contemplate and was only really experienced in in the brief moments between sleep and awakening where it walked her dreams.
She was drifting, thoughts only touching the edges of worry, dipping a toe gingerly into the cold waters of panic before skittering back again to safer shores.
Her mother had only collapsed, only slumped forward in her chair for a brief moment of unconsciousness. It was only the short period between events that made her think it something more serious, Laurie was positive of this. She would ride with her mother to the hospital and this would all soon be cleared up.
She was sure…
Laurie watches. The mortality of those you love is always more fragile then you might desire.
Laurie had always considered herself a person of good sense, someone who, when the chips were down would be able to carry on much as she always had. She wasn’t prone to panic, or to irrational emotional decisions. It was with something akin to surprise that she found herself in the current situation of being completely and utterly unable to react anything but emotionally.
Her mother was conscious again, the collapse having been only brief, but she looked drawn and pale where she hadn’t before. Laurie stood close by, watching the medical personnel moving back and forth as they got her ready for transport to the hospital and she only noticed that she was shredding a tissue she’d been handed when she felt the individual pieces start to drift onto her feet.
She knew about mortality, having experienced a close personal example of it only just recently, although luckily, it hadn’t been a permanent example of the human condition that she’d feared it would be at the time. Haller was alive and well, and showed no injuries from his brief experience of death, for which Laurie would be eternally grateful to Dr Grey-Summers. If she hadn’t been there, hadn’t been so good at her job…It was something Laurie didn’t like to contemplate and was only really experienced in in the brief moments between sleep and awakening where it walked her dreams.
She was drifting, thoughts only touching the edges of worry, dipping a toe gingerly into the cold waters of panic before skittering back again to safer shores.
Her mother had only collapsed, only slumped forward in her chair for a brief moment of unconsciousness. It was only the short period between events that made her think it something more serious, Laurie was positive of this. She would ride with her mother to the hospital and this would all soon be cleared up.
She was sure…