Log: Amanda, Pete - Thursday afternoon
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xp_logsAmanda wakes up. Luckily Pete is there to fill in some of the gaps.
Pete was parked in the chair by Amanda's bed again, reading a battered copy of "Parliament of Whores", and spinning a pen between the fingers of his free hand. For time to time, he glanced up at the monitors, and seeing no change, returned to his book.
Amanda's eyelids flickered, at the same time the monitors' readouts jumped. She tried to take a deep breath, immediately gagging on the respirator tube down her throat. Blindly she pawed at it, trying to take it out, and an alarm went off on one of the barrage of machines in the room.
Pete was on his feet in a second.
"Oi! Doc! She's awake!" he yelled, moving over to beside the bed, taking Amanda's hand quickly, before she damaged herself. "Amanda, it's OK. You're safe. Just hang on a second, and the doc'll be here."
Madelyn looked up at the sound of the alarm, but before she had time to work out exactly which patient needed her attention, Pete's bellow answered that question.
Amanda's flailings eased somewhat at the sound of Pete's voice, although the heart monitor was pinging rapidly, showing her panic. Madelyn bustled past Pete, quickly checking her vitals before attending to the ventilator, switching off the alarm. Murmuring soothingly, she managed to unhook the tube, leaving the IV and the heart monitor for the moment.
"Amanda, honey? It's Doctor Bartlett. You're safe, back at the mansion. Don't try and talk if you can't, but nod or squeeze Pete's hand if you can understand me," she instructed. Amanda coughed a couple of times, took a shuddering breath, and nodded.
"Throat hurts," she whispered in a voice raspy from disuse. "Thirsty."
"I'll get Pete to give you some water whilst I go get Hank so we can check you out properly, okay? Just lie still." Madelyn passed Pete the water bottle that had been sitting nearby. "Just give her a couple of mouthfuls - the last thing we need is her being sick."
Pete nodded, and held the water bottle so that Amanda could get a mouthful
"You've had people sitting here pretty much round the clock, you know." He said in a conversational tone, taking the bottle away before she could drink too much. "Rahne's been down quite a bit, and Nate's taken to catching up on his sleep in that chair."
Amanda coughed again, getting used to breathing for herself, and frowned a little. "Nate? I had a dream with him in it. Can't remember what now..." Her free hand moved to her chest, where Rack's hand and spell had left a vivid red mark. "How long?" she asked, her voice strengthening as she used it.
"It's Thursday. You've been out for four days. Worried us half to sodding death." He flashed her a quick grin. "I'd ask how you're feeling, but it seems a bit bloody redundant, in the circumstances..."
"Just a bit," she replied, a hint of her usual wry sense of humour entering her tired voice. "I'd appreciate you leavin' the bollockin' for goin' there for later, if you don't mind."
"I dunno - you look too tired to answer back right now." Pete pulled the chair closer to the bed, and sat back down. "Nah, you're not going to get it from me. I wish you'd waited a day or so before running off, so's Emma and I could have got there before it all kicked off rather than halfway through, but I figure you've got a pretty good excuse for not thinking too clearly, this time out."
"I was scared, Pete. I didn't know what t' do, an' then when I couldn't raise you…" Amanda swallowed, wincing slightly. "Rack… he's gone, ain't he? I thought I felt something, but it's all jumbled up an' I don't remember very well."
"Oh, he's very fucking dead. I think I melted half his head, the number of knives I shoved through it." Grim satisfaction dripped from every word. "And I'm sorry you couldn't get me - the fucking cops wouldn't let me keep me phone on in the interview room, but calling Emma was a smart move. You're dead right about the pervert squad not being able to deal with him, so really, don't worry. No-one thinks you screwed up."
"That's a change, me not bein' in the shite." A glimmer of a grin appeared. "I had him beat, y'know. It took 'most everythin' I had, but I beat him. Wanted t' kill him meself, but that would've been as bad as lettin' him win." She weakly squeezed the hand he still held. "You kept yer promise, 'bout doin' him for me."
"'Course I did. You're a pain in the arse sometimes, but you're family, and I ain't go so much of that going spare I'm going to let a shit like that fuck with you. I'd have been hurt if you'd let someone else do it, you know." He grinned, and squeezed her hand in return.
"Angelo wanted to, but I told him he shouldn't, that Rack wasn't worth fuckin' things up here for. Is he all right? Did Rack do anythin' to him?" asked Amanda, worry bringing more life to her voice, even though the effort was clearly tiring her. "I tried t' protect him, but Rack..."
"He's OK. He's a bit shaken up, but Marie's been keeping an eye on him, so don't worry. Rack didn't get a chance to do anything to him. I'm sure he'll be down here as soon as the Docs say it's OK."
"Good. Wasn't sure, an' if anythin' had happened to him it would've been my fault. He wouldn't let me go on me own, an' I'm glad, even tho' it was too fuckin' dangerous for him." Her voice slurred slightly as talking used up what energy she had. But even whilst falling asleep again, she didn't let go of Pete's hand. "Didn't want t' be alone." She blinked slowly, fighting her fatigue. "Where's Manny? The link's open but I can't feel him."
Pete swore inside his head, but gave no sign. "Manny's had a few problems of his own, but he's recovering, I think - the docs let him out the other day, but I haven't really be paying attention. Get some rest, and someone'll fill you in when you wake up."
"Someone should tell him I ain't gone anywhere," Amanda murmured tiredly. She focussed briefly on Pete's face. "'M glad you were there. I'll try an' keep out of trouble for a bit, give you a rest." A brief smile crossed her face before she slipped into sleep.
"Don't make promises you can't keep, sunbeam. Don't make promises you can't keep." said Pete softly, slipping his hand from hers before pulling the covers about her, and going looking for one of the doctors.
Pete was parked in the chair by Amanda's bed again, reading a battered copy of "Parliament of Whores", and spinning a pen between the fingers of his free hand. For time to time, he glanced up at the monitors, and seeing no change, returned to his book.
Amanda's eyelids flickered, at the same time the monitors' readouts jumped. She tried to take a deep breath, immediately gagging on the respirator tube down her throat. Blindly she pawed at it, trying to take it out, and an alarm went off on one of the barrage of machines in the room.
Pete was on his feet in a second.
"Oi! Doc! She's awake!" he yelled, moving over to beside the bed, taking Amanda's hand quickly, before she damaged herself. "Amanda, it's OK. You're safe. Just hang on a second, and the doc'll be here."
Madelyn looked up at the sound of the alarm, but before she had time to work out exactly which patient needed her attention, Pete's bellow answered that question.
Amanda's flailings eased somewhat at the sound of Pete's voice, although the heart monitor was pinging rapidly, showing her panic. Madelyn bustled past Pete, quickly checking her vitals before attending to the ventilator, switching off the alarm. Murmuring soothingly, she managed to unhook the tube, leaving the IV and the heart monitor for the moment.
"Amanda, honey? It's Doctor Bartlett. You're safe, back at the mansion. Don't try and talk if you can't, but nod or squeeze Pete's hand if you can understand me," she instructed. Amanda coughed a couple of times, took a shuddering breath, and nodded.
"Throat hurts," she whispered in a voice raspy from disuse. "Thirsty."
"I'll get Pete to give you some water whilst I go get Hank so we can check you out properly, okay? Just lie still." Madelyn passed Pete the water bottle that had been sitting nearby. "Just give her a couple of mouthfuls - the last thing we need is her being sick."
Pete nodded, and held the water bottle so that Amanda could get a mouthful
"You've had people sitting here pretty much round the clock, you know." He said in a conversational tone, taking the bottle away before she could drink too much. "Rahne's been down quite a bit, and Nate's taken to catching up on his sleep in that chair."
Amanda coughed again, getting used to breathing for herself, and frowned a little. "Nate? I had a dream with him in it. Can't remember what now..." Her free hand moved to her chest, where Rack's hand and spell had left a vivid red mark. "How long?" she asked, her voice strengthening as she used it.
"It's Thursday. You've been out for four days. Worried us half to sodding death." He flashed her a quick grin. "I'd ask how you're feeling, but it seems a bit bloody redundant, in the circumstances..."
"Just a bit," she replied, a hint of her usual wry sense of humour entering her tired voice. "I'd appreciate you leavin' the bollockin' for goin' there for later, if you don't mind."
"I dunno - you look too tired to answer back right now." Pete pulled the chair closer to the bed, and sat back down. "Nah, you're not going to get it from me. I wish you'd waited a day or so before running off, so's Emma and I could have got there before it all kicked off rather than halfway through, but I figure you've got a pretty good excuse for not thinking too clearly, this time out."
"I was scared, Pete. I didn't know what t' do, an' then when I couldn't raise you…" Amanda swallowed, wincing slightly. "Rack… he's gone, ain't he? I thought I felt something, but it's all jumbled up an' I don't remember very well."
"Oh, he's very fucking dead. I think I melted half his head, the number of knives I shoved through it." Grim satisfaction dripped from every word. "And I'm sorry you couldn't get me - the fucking cops wouldn't let me keep me phone on in the interview room, but calling Emma was a smart move. You're dead right about the pervert squad not being able to deal with him, so really, don't worry. No-one thinks you screwed up."
"That's a change, me not bein' in the shite." A glimmer of a grin appeared. "I had him beat, y'know. It took 'most everythin' I had, but I beat him. Wanted t' kill him meself, but that would've been as bad as lettin' him win." She weakly squeezed the hand he still held. "You kept yer promise, 'bout doin' him for me."
"'Course I did. You're a pain in the arse sometimes, but you're family, and I ain't go so much of that going spare I'm going to let a shit like that fuck with you. I'd have been hurt if you'd let someone else do it, you know." He grinned, and squeezed her hand in return.
"Angelo wanted to, but I told him he shouldn't, that Rack wasn't worth fuckin' things up here for. Is he all right? Did Rack do anythin' to him?" asked Amanda, worry bringing more life to her voice, even though the effort was clearly tiring her. "I tried t' protect him, but Rack..."
"He's OK. He's a bit shaken up, but Marie's been keeping an eye on him, so don't worry. Rack didn't get a chance to do anything to him. I'm sure he'll be down here as soon as the Docs say it's OK."
"Good. Wasn't sure, an' if anythin' had happened to him it would've been my fault. He wouldn't let me go on me own, an' I'm glad, even tho' it was too fuckin' dangerous for him." Her voice slurred slightly as talking used up what energy she had. But even whilst falling asleep again, she didn't let go of Pete's hand. "Didn't want t' be alone." She blinked slowly, fighting her fatigue. "Where's Manny? The link's open but I can't feel him."
Pete swore inside his head, but gave no sign. "Manny's had a few problems of his own, but he's recovering, I think - the docs let him out the other day, but I haven't really be paying attention. Get some rest, and someone'll fill you in when you wake up."
"Someone should tell him I ain't gone anywhere," Amanda murmured tiredly. She focussed briefly on Pete's face. "'M glad you were there. I'll try an' keep out of trouble for a bit, give you a rest." A brief smile crossed her face before she slipped into sleep.
"Don't make promises you can't keep, sunbeam. Don't make promises you can't keep." said Pete softly, slipping his hand from hers before pulling the covers about her, and going looking for one of the doctors.
