Warren, Amanda - Wednesday afternoon
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xp_logsAmanda gets a visitor in medlab, and gets a reminder that not all talks are serious.
The door opened just a crack, and a single blue eye peered in. Upon seeing that Amanda was awake, Warren opened the door wider and tentatively stepped in. "Hey, Amanda," he said softly.
She looked up at him, dully. "Hey." She looked small and fragile in the medlab bed, wearing the regulation hospital gown and her face free of make-up and piercings. Moira had told Warren she'd be a bit out of it with the tranquilisers they were giving her, but to see her so lifeless was a shock.
Taking Amanda's passivity to mean she was okay with his visit, Warren crossed the room to her bedside and leaned over her. "How do you feel? Did you just wake up?"
"I... think so. Head's so fuzzy, can't tell if I'm awake or asleep." She reached out and poked his shoulder. "Must be awake - that's good, I'd get tossed out of witch school for havin' dreams 'bout angels. Too Christian." There was a faint twitch at the corners of her mouth, not her usual wry grin, but it made Warren feel much better. "No pressin' social engagements, playboy?"
Warren cracked a relieved grin at her sarcastic remarks. "Well, you know how it is. I had to beat off the date offers with a stick. But I told them that no, I preferred to spend the afternoon in the company of my favorite witch lady friend. So here I am." Warren glanced around. "Not very interesting down here, is it? You don't even get a TV?"
"Never been one much for it," she replied, tiredly. "An' I've been doin' not much more 'n sleeping an' eatin'. 'S all they trust me t' do, I think. 'S gettin' t' the point where I'm even wantin' homework t' do."
"Never tell a teacher that you want to do homework," he pointed out wryly. "You might just get what you wished for." He sat down on the stool by the bed, and gazed at her for a while, his smile fading into a look of concern. "Seriously, though, how are you feeling?"
"Tired. Numb. The stuff they're givin' me, it stops me from feelin' too much." She shrugged. "Not that I mind - 's what I was after all along." She hesitated. "You were there? Last night? I... don't remember all of it."
Warren bit his lip. She must've been more traumatized than he'd thought. "Yeah. Yeah, I was there. I was the one who carried you to the medlab, actually. Through the back, so we wouldn't raise too much alarm. Angelo's the one who called me from my room to get you." He hesitated, troubled by the fact that he still wasn't quite sure what had happened. "What..." he began hesitantly. "Uh. What exactly happened that night, Amanda?"
She looked down at her hands. "I tried to jump. Angelo stopped me," she said in a small voice. "I remember that. Everythin' got too much, an' I realised what I was doin' t' meself an' everyone else, so I went up t' the roof. Angelo followed me."
"I see." Warren was at a loss for words. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Christ, he thought. What do you /say/ to a girl who's just tried to off herself? "Well," he tried, "I'm glad Angelo stopped you, and I'm glad you're okay now..." He studied her face, gauging her reaction.
"Okay? I'm not gunna try again, if that's what you mean." Again, that faint hint of a smile. "Too fuckin' embarassin'." She rubbed her hand tiredly through her hair. "It's complicated, but a lot of it's t' do with me power, the mutant one. Rom says she's got somethin' for me that'll help once I get t' London. In the meantime, the docs're doin' a lot. Just not sure I deserve it."
"Don't say that," he told her, troubled. "Of course you deserve it." Sensing that the urgency in his voice probably wasn't going to make matters any better, he cracked a smile to soften his words. "As far as evil witches go, Amanda, you're really not that bad."
"Bugger, have t' try harder, won't I? Have t' hand in me membership of the Sisterhood of Evil Witches otherwise." Amanda was glad to change the subject, the tone - if she thought too much about that night, she got dangerously close to crying again, and she'd done so much of that lately. "So, what have I missed out on in the madhouse? Got any gossip for me?"
A mischievous glint appeared in Warren's eye. Gossip was always fun. "Well," he started, leaning in. "Let's see..." He filled her in on the latest news, and was pleased to see that Amanda was becoming gradually more animated as they talked. She was still quite a bit more subdued than usual, to be sure, but a hint of her old self had started to show, and he was glad.
Glad for the distraction, Amanda listened to Warren's entertaining, although highly-exaggerated tales. It felt good, talking about normal things, not having to think about anything else. Like the recent past. Like her future.
The door opened just a crack, and a single blue eye peered in. Upon seeing that Amanda was awake, Warren opened the door wider and tentatively stepped in. "Hey, Amanda," he said softly.
She looked up at him, dully. "Hey." She looked small and fragile in the medlab bed, wearing the regulation hospital gown and her face free of make-up and piercings. Moira had told Warren she'd be a bit out of it with the tranquilisers they were giving her, but to see her so lifeless was a shock.
Taking Amanda's passivity to mean she was okay with his visit, Warren crossed the room to her bedside and leaned over her. "How do you feel? Did you just wake up?"
"I... think so. Head's so fuzzy, can't tell if I'm awake or asleep." She reached out and poked his shoulder. "Must be awake - that's good, I'd get tossed out of witch school for havin' dreams 'bout angels. Too Christian." There was a faint twitch at the corners of her mouth, not her usual wry grin, but it made Warren feel much better. "No pressin' social engagements, playboy?"
Warren cracked a relieved grin at her sarcastic remarks. "Well, you know how it is. I had to beat off the date offers with a stick. But I told them that no, I preferred to spend the afternoon in the company of my favorite witch lady friend. So here I am." Warren glanced around. "Not very interesting down here, is it? You don't even get a TV?"
"Never been one much for it," she replied, tiredly. "An' I've been doin' not much more 'n sleeping an' eatin'. 'S all they trust me t' do, I think. 'S gettin' t' the point where I'm even wantin' homework t' do."
"Never tell a teacher that you want to do homework," he pointed out wryly. "You might just get what you wished for." He sat down on the stool by the bed, and gazed at her for a while, his smile fading into a look of concern. "Seriously, though, how are you feeling?"
"Tired. Numb. The stuff they're givin' me, it stops me from feelin' too much." She shrugged. "Not that I mind - 's what I was after all along." She hesitated. "You were there? Last night? I... don't remember all of it."
Warren bit his lip. She must've been more traumatized than he'd thought. "Yeah. Yeah, I was there. I was the one who carried you to the medlab, actually. Through the back, so we wouldn't raise too much alarm. Angelo's the one who called me from my room to get you." He hesitated, troubled by the fact that he still wasn't quite sure what had happened. "What..." he began hesitantly. "Uh. What exactly happened that night, Amanda?"
She looked down at her hands. "I tried to jump. Angelo stopped me," she said in a small voice. "I remember that. Everythin' got too much, an' I realised what I was doin' t' meself an' everyone else, so I went up t' the roof. Angelo followed me."
"I see." Warren was at a loss for words. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Christ, he thought. What do you /say/ to a girl who's just tried to off herself? "Well," he tried, "I'm glad Angelo stopped you, and I'm glad you're okay now..." He studied her face, gauging her reaction.
"Okay? I'm not gunna try again, if that's what you mean." Again, that faint hint of a smile. "Too fuckin' embarassin'." She rubbed her hand tiredly through her hair. "It's complicated, but a lot of it's t' do with me power, the mutant one. Rom says she's got somethin' for me that'll help once I get t' London. In the meantime, the docs're doin' a lot. Just not sure I deserve it."
"Don't say that," he told her, troubled. "Of course you deserve it." Sensing that the urgency in his voice probably wasn't going to make matters any better, he cracked a smile to soften his words. "As far as evil witches go, Amanda, you're really not that bad."
"Bugger, have t' try harder, won't I? Have t' hand in me membership of the Sisterhood of Evil Witches otherwise." Amanda was glad to change the subject, the tone - if she thought too much about that night, she got dangerously close to crying again, and she'd done so much of that lately. "So, what have I missed out on in the madhouse? Got any gossip for me?"
A mischievous glint appeared in Warren's eye. Gossip was always fun. "Well," he started, leaning in. "Let's see..." He filled her in on the latest news, and was pleased to see that Amanda was becoming gradually more animated as they talked. She was still quite a bit more subdued than usual, to be sure, but a hint of her old self had started to show, and he was glad.
Glad for the distraction, Amanda listened to Warren's entertaining, although highly-exaggerated tales. It felt good, talking about normal things, not having to think about anything else. Like the recent past. Like her future.
