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Who: Caroline and Poe
Where: The hospital
When: Saturday June 1st.
What: Carolineaka sleeping beauty wakes up from her not!coma.
Warnings: Mentions of death, vampirism, blood. schmoopyshippysap.
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This isn't the first time or even the second or third, Caroline's woken up in a hospital, disoriented, aching and stiff, groggy as hell. It takes her a moment to even realize where she is, for her eyes to adjust to the artificial light of the room or the sounds of a busy hospital.
Her brow furrows before her eyes even start to open, her whole body hurts. It feels like she'd been given a heavy dose of vervain. She swallows thickly but her throat is impossibly dry, every inch of her aches and she's... starving. Of course, she can't see how gaunt or pale her features are, how after a week of being under without any fresh blood, she's starting to desiccate.
Her eyes blink open slowly to see... Poe. He's there in a chair beside her bed, his face buried in one hand as his elbow rests on the bed beside her arm. He's dozed off, it seems. Or maybe just resting his eyes.
And she can't help but smile despite how much even doing that hurts. There's a keen relief in knowing he's alive, that he made it out of that... battle(?) alive. And she can't help but reach out, with great effort, to touch his hair, fingers slowly combing through the hair near his temple. "Hey..."
Where: The hospital
When: Saturday June 1st.
What: Caroline
Warnings: Mentions of death, vampirism, blood. schmoopyshippysap.
[Closed]
This isn't the first time or even the second or third, Caroline's woken up in a hospital, disoriented, aching and stiff, groggy as hell. It takes her a moment to even realize where she is, for her eyes to adjust to the artificial light of the room or the sounds of a busy hospital.
Her brow furrows before her eyes even start to open, her whole body hurts. It feels like she'd been given a heavy dose of vervain. She swallows thickly but her throat is impossibly dry, every inch of her aches and she's... starving. Of course, she can't see how gaunt or pale her features are, how after a week of being under without any fresh blood, she's starting to desiccate.
Her eyes blink open slowly to see... Poe. He's there in a chair beside her bed, his face buried in one hand as his elbow rests on the bed beside her arm. He's dozed off, it seems. Or maybe just resting his eyes.
And she can't help but smile despite how much even doing that hurts. There's a keen relief in knowing he's alive, that he made it out of that... battle(?) alive. And she can't help but reach out, with great effort, to touch his hair, fingers slowly combing through the hair near his temple. "Hey..."
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"I don't know what they know." And with an unsteady breath and her eyes falling shut she answers,"If they don't... just tell them." Her cover was going to be blown anyways, there were other people who saw. How could she keep the secret any longer? And did she need to? When her abilities might be able to help with another attack?