Angelo & Terry | Worrying Over Dinner
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xp_logsAngelo offers companionship and comforting words to a worrying Terry. (slightly backdated)
Angelo stuck his head through the door of the side room, having heard movement, and eyed what Terry was doing with tired amusement.
"That's quite a feast."
"Well, someone needs t'feed the MedLab staff," Terry muttered, finishing with the little gas canister under the tray of food. She had several crockpots out as well, all plugged in, but the pasta bake she'd made didn't need one of those to stay warm. The two soups, three stews, and one spicy-enough-to-kill curry on the other hand... along with the rice and potatoes, the rolls, and the veg she'd prepared. Lord help her, she hadn't even started on baking sweets, since Darcy'd taken over baking all the desserts.
"True." He stepped fully into the room. "And enough to suit everybody's tastes. Mind if I steal some of what's left when JP wakes up?"
"Och, no' at all," Terry said, shaking her head. She gestured toward the stacks of paper plates and bowls she'd brought down with all the food. "It's for anyone, really, who's down here." She paused for a long moment, almost fidgeting, before she asked, "How's he doin', your man?"
"Sleeping." He glanced reflexively in the general direction of the hospital beds. "He... they drained everything he had. He's got tremors when he's awake and he says he can't feel his hands right. But at least I know it'll pass, I've seen this before."
Terry nodded along as Angelo spoke, outright wringing her hands for a moment before shaking them out and then pushing them into the pockets of the sweater she was wearing. "I'm no' sure about Kyle, save they tell me he'll be fine. No' much t'say, I s'pose. No' yet, anyway."
"He will", Angelo tried to reassure her. "His healing factor's not as quick as Wolverine's, maybe, but it's just as good when it gets there. He can regrow body parts, he can come back from this just fine."
Freeing one of her hands from its pocket, Terry tapped two fingertips against her temple and said, "See, I know tha'. I've seen what it can do, what with the burns and things back in August. It's just..." She gestured toward the door, the hall, the MedLab as a whole.
"...yeah", he agreed quietly. "Knowing it in your head doesn't really help so much in the moment, does it, when it's somebody you love?"
"No," Terry said, letting out a quiet sigh. She freed her second hand and reached for a bowl, serving herself from the crockpot full of vegetables. She'd been careful to make sure her veggie dishes were all kosher after taking Darcy that meal after the Gala. Her friend might not keep kosher, but others might and it was always best to be prepared during a crisis. "Nothin' helps, really, but I'll see him soon enough. Tomorrow, mayhap."
"Maybe", Angelo said with a nod, trying to stay upbeat. "Soon as his healing's done enough for him to wake up."
Terry tried to give her friend a smile, knowing he was putting on a good face for her benefit. "Thank you, Angelo," she said, grabbing a spoon as well as a roll. "C'mon, let's eat. An' make sure everyone else gets their food, as well."
Angelo stuck his head through the door of the side room, having heard movement, and eyed what Terry was doing with tired amusement.
"That's quite a feast."
"Well, someone needs t'feed the MedLab staff," Terry muttered, finishing with the little gas canister under the tray of food. She had several crockpots out as well, all plugged in, but the pasta bake she'd made didn't need one of those to stay warm. The two soups, three stews, and one spicy-enough-to-kill curry on the other hand... along with the rice and potatoes, the rolls, and the veg she'd prepared. Lord help her, she hadn't even started on baking sweets, since Darcy'd taken over baking all the desserts.
"True." He stepped fully into the room. "And enough to suit everybody's tastes. Mind if I steal some of what's left when JP wakes up?"
"Och, no' at all," Terry said, shaking her head. She gestured toward the stacks of paper plates and bowls she'd brought down with all the food. "It's for anyone, really, who's down here." She paused for a long moment, almost fidgeting, before she asked, "How's he doin', your man?"
"Sleeping." He glanced reflexively in the general direction of the hospital beds. "He... they drained everything he had. He's got tremors when he's awake and he says he can't feel his hands right. But at least I know it'll pass, I've seen this before."
Terry nodded along as Angelo spoke, outright wringing her hands for a moment before shaking them out and then pushing them into the pockets of the sweater she was wearing. "I'm no' sure about Kyle, save they tell me he'll be fine. No' much t'say, I s'pose. No' yet, anyway."
"He will", Angelo tried to reassure her. "His healing factor's not as quick as Wolverine's, maybe, but it's just as good when it gets there. He can regrow body parts, he can come back from this just fine."
Freeing one of her hands from its pocket, Terry tapped two fingertips against her temple and said, "See, I know tha'. I've seen what it can do, what with the burns and things back in August. It's just..." She gestured toward the door, the hall, the MedLab as a whole.
"...yeah", he agreed quietly. "Knowing it in your head doesn't really help so much in the moment, does it, when it's somebody you love?"
"No," Terry said, letting out a quiet sigh. She freed her second hand and reached for a bowl, serving herself from the crockpot full of vegetables. She'd been careful to make sure her veggie dishes were all kosher after taking Darcy that meal after the Gala. Her friend might not keep kosher, but others might and it was always best to be prepared during a crisis. "Nothin' helps, really, but I'll see him soon enough. Tomorrow, mayhap."
"Maybe", Angelo said with a nod, trying to stay upbeat. "Soon as his healing's done enough for him to wake up."
Terry tried to give her friend a smile, knowing he was putting on a good face for her benefit. "Thank you, Angelo," she said, grabbing a spoon as well as a roll. "C'mon, let's eat. An' make sure everyone else gets their food, as well."
