fic: narnia: more it cannot die
Title: more it cannot die
Prompt: WC50: rain, 010. Character Study; 7snogs #5 - Rumour
Summary: Her name is whispered down the halls like a good luck charm: Lucy, Lucy Pevensie. sort of Peter/Lucy
There's a rumour going around the hospital: one of the new girls has a magic touch.
As a rule, the new girls start with only the less serious patients. But every single patient this particular new girl has touched has made a full recovery.
One man with a concussion, whom all the doctors agreed would end up blind when his bandages were removed, miraculously regained perfect vision, though he'd worn glasses when admitted.
One long-time coma patient awoke minutes after the new girl took his temperature.
One young mother's troublingly heavy bleeding stopped once the new girl brought extra towels to the delivery room.
These stories and more fly around the hospital.
Everyone has seen this girl at least once - light hair, always smiling, calm voice - yet no one seems able to get close. Her name is whispered down the halls like a good luck charm: Lucy, Lucy Pevensie.
The hospital quickly comes to know her siblings, too. Her sister Susan is so beautiful that the young men in Physical Therapy make remarkable improvements simply upon hearing her name. Her brother Edmund has quickly become a favourite among the lunch-time philosophers and chess-players he encounters when he visits from college on his lunch break. And her oldest brother, Peter, well: even the seasoned Admissions ladies look forward to his daily appearance.
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One day, there is an accident. It must be have involved a bus, because there's a lot of people injured, but of course no one at the hospital learns what has happened until much later.
Nurse Pevensie is, as always, a great help in the emergency ward. She keeps a level head and does what needs to be done, so the doctors and senior nurses feel able to leave her to her own devices amongst the sleeping patients in room three. Around four-o'clock, when Lucy's shift is almost over, Nurse Taylor hears the crash of a tray falling to the floor. She pops her head into room three to ask if Lucy needs a hand. She sees Lucy standing over one of the ten beds, bloody cloth that she has obviously been using to wipe off the young man's face pressed to her mouth, and one hand clenched at her hip.
Nurse Taylor places her own hand on Lucy's shoulder and looks at the bed. The man lying there is Peter.
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There is a rumour going around the hospital: Lucy Pevensie has lost her magic touch.
She does everything quite right, all the same things she's been doing these past months, but nothing she touches goes the way it should.
A simple hand wound that she wraps festers.
A small girl's arm splint slips out of place, and now the doctors worry they will have to re-break and reset the bone.
A man sleeps in a bed in room three, and he will not wake up.
These stories and more are muttered in the hospital's shadowy corners.
Lucy no longer smiles. She floats down the halls like a ghost, pale and quiet, between her work and her brother's bedside. The doctors no longer call for her, and she is relegated to the most basic of tasks: cleaning, folding, sweeping up.
Her siblings and her parents are still frequent hospital visitors, but now they have no time for hospital staff. Susan sits by her brother's bedside instead of going for walks through the wards; Edmund has almost forgotten how to find the break room. Peter does not smile, because he does not wake up, and so neither does Lucy.
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It is a rainy Tuesday afternoon. Edmund sits with a Law book in his lap at his brother's bedside. He is not reading his book nor is he watching the too-still body in the bed. Instead, he is watching his sister, sitting on the edge of the bed. Even Peter looks healthier than she does, as she holds his hand in one of her own and absently fiddles with her apron strings with the other.
A clock chimes, and she rises to leave, her break over. But, for a reason even Lucy can't name, she pauses to look back at the bed, where suddenly Peter stirs and opens his eyes. Lucy starts toward him and Edmund stands, text book falling to the floor. Peter says his sister's name in a raw voice and Lucy, unexpectedly, bursts into tears and and kisses her brother before running from the room. Peter turns his head in confusion to Edmund, who sits back down in the chair, his brother's hand in between his own, and proceeds to explain.
The rest of the Pevensies come barreling in half an hour later, and room three, if not the weather outside, is bright and sunny.
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There is a rumour amongst the new girls: Nurse Pevensie has a magic touch.
Notes: Title from e.e.cumming's love is more thicker than forget. My attempt at both a sort of character study and experimentation with parallel structures.
Completed with much help from kurasari, so much thanks and love to her, as always.
Prompt: WC50: rain, 010. Character Study; 7snogs #5 - Rumour
Summary: Her name is whispered down the halls like a good luck charm: Lucy, Lucy Pevensie. sort of Peter/Lucy
There's a rumour going around the hospital: one of the new girls has a magic touch.
As a rule, the new girls start with only the less serious patients. But every single patient this particular new girl has touched has made a full recovery.
One man with a concussion, whom all the doctors agreed would end up blind when his bandages were removed, miraculously regained perfect vision, though he'd worn glasses when admitted.
One long-time coma patient awoke minutes after the new girl took his temperature.
One young mother's troublingly heavy bleeding stopped once the new girl brought extra towels to the delivery room.
These stories and more fly around the hospital.
Everyone has seen this girl at least once - light hair, always smiling, calm voice - yet no one seems able to get close. Her name is whispered down the halls like a good luck charm: Lucy, Lucy Pevensie.
The hospital quickly comes to know her siblings, too. Her sister Susan is so beautiful that the young men in Physical Therapy make remarkable improvements simply upon hearing her name. Her brother Edmund has quickly become a favourite among the lunch-time philosophers and chess-players he encounters when he visits from college on his lunch break. And her oldest brother, Peter, well: even the seasoned Admissions ladies look forward to his daily appearance.
-
One day, there is an accident. It must be have involved a bus, because there's a lot of people injured, but of course no one at the hospital learns what has happened until much later.
Nurse Pevensie is, as always, a great help in the emergency ward. She keeps a level head and does what needs to be done, so the doctors and senior nurses feel able to leave her to her own devices amongst the sleeping patients in room three. Around four-o'clock, when Lucy's shift is almost over, Nurse Taylor hears the crash of a tray falling to the floor. She pops her head into room three to ask if Lucy needs a hand. She sees Lucy standing over one of the ten beds, bloody cloth that she has obviously been using to wipe off the young man's face pressed to her mouth, and one hand clenched at her hip.
Nurse Taylor places her own hand on Lucy's shoulder and looks at the bed. The man lying there is Peter.
-
There is a rumour going around the hospital: Lucy Pevensie has lost her magic touch.
She does everything quite right, all the same things she's been doing these past months, but nothing she touches goes the way it should.
A simple hand wound that she wraps festers.
A small girl's arm splint slips out of place, and now the doctors worry they will have to re-break and reset the bone.
A man sleeps in a bed in room three, and he will not wake up.
These stories and more are muttered in the hospital's shadowy corners.
Lucy no longer smiles. She floats down the halls like a ghost, pale and quiet, between her work and her brother's bedside. The doctors no longer call for her, and she is relegated to the most basic of tasks: cleaning, folding, sweeping up.
Her siblings and her parents are still frequent hospital visitors, but now they have no time for hospital staff. Susan sits by her brother's bedside instead of going for walks through the wards; Edmund has almost forgotten how to find the break room. Peter does not smile, because he does not wake up, and so neither does Lucy.
-
It is a rainy Tuesday afternoon. Edmund sits with a Law book in his lap at his brother's bedside. He is not reading his book nor is he watching the too-still body in the bed. Instead, he is watching his sister, sitting on the edge of the bed. Even Peter looks healthier than she does, as she holds his hand in one of her own and absently fiddles with her apron strings with the other.
A clock chimes, and she rises to leave, her break over. But, for a reason even Lucy can't name, she pauses to look back at the bed, where suddenly Peter stirs and opens his eyes. Lucy starts toward him and Edmund stands, text book falling to the floor. Peter says his sister's name in a raw voice and Lucy, unexpectedly, bursts into tears and and kisses her brother before running from the room. Peter turns his head in confusion to Edmund, who sits back down in the chair, his brother's hand in between his own, and proceeds to explain.
The rest of the Pevensies come barreling in half an hour later, and room three, if not the weather outside, is bright and sunny.
-
There is a rumour amongst the new girls: Nurse Pevensie has a magic touch.
Notes: Title from e.e.cumming's love is more thicker than forget. My attempt at both a sort of character study and experimentation with parallel structures.
Completed with much help from kurasari, so much thanks and love to her, as always.