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Martha was sadly in the dorms and thus did not have the proper medical supplies other than her basic kit. She grabbed it the minute Mohinder told her the situation and was already running out the door as he gave her his location.
What she sees when she gets there is not pretty. Diana should have been dead with the gaping wound in her torso, and Mohinder looked as though he was trying to put distance between himself and her. And he looked worried.
Martha knelt beside Diana. "Sorry dear, I'm going to have to ruin your clothes more than they already are to get a better look at the wound." She looked up at Mohinder then. "Dr. Suresh. Please go to the lab and get me a bag of O+ plus an IV needle. Quickly." It was the only way she could think of to protect Diana's secret, if Dr. Suresh didn't know it... and to at least replace the blood.
The relief was enough to pull Diana back from the abyss. But even her hopeless optimism couldn't hide the fact that it had been a stupid close call there. And she hadn't warned Martha. No one knew. No one but Jack and Jack was...
She winced, forcing the thought out of her head. "I'm...okay," she said slowly, tentatively probing her chest with her fingertips. "I think...I'm not sure he is, though."
"He and I are going to have a chat. Later. After I get you cleaned up and make sure you're not going to die. Do you need more blood? I don't... we'd have to go back to the medical lab to get another bag."
She groaned, forcing herself to sit up. Easier without the hole in her chest. Frankly, more blood wouldn't be a bad idea, but she shook her head. "I'll be okay," she murmured. "As long as no more giant green things impale me with trees."
Another deep breath and she looked up at Martha, offering her a watery smile. "Thank you. Now get your ass inside before that thing tries to hurt you. Okay?"
"You're coming with me. I don't care what big green scary things are around... you just had a hole in your chest. And you're covered in blood. And you just had a hole in your chest."
Martha's not entirely sure what she's supposed to do with a vampire who had just been staked.
"Martha..." Diana scowled. "You probably shouldn't be seen with me. It's bad enough that Mohinder saw all of this. If he runs off and tells someone" like, say, the Kansas boys, "the less associated with me you are, the better. When they come around with the torched and pitchforks."
And in her mind, there wasn't a single doubt that's what would happen. Eventually. She wasn't brilliant, but she could read emotions. Even without her powers. And the fear in Mohinder's eyes had been...painfully evident.
So yeah. In a day. A week. Maybe even a month, she'd open her door and find an angry cluster of hunters there. And she wasn't dragging Martha down with her.
"I'll be okay," she said. "I just need to lie down for a little while."
"Diana Able. If you think I'm going to just leave you, you are sorely mistaken. I'm going to be the one standing between the pitchforks and you. Unless you've gone and killed someone you have every right to be here."
She stands, hands on her hips. "Besides, I'm sleeping with Sam Winchester. I can and will withhold things if he does something stupid."
Martha extended a hand for the other woman to grab. "You need to wash... and then you need to lie down. And we need to leave the stopping of the big scary man to more qualified people. Doctor's orders."
There was a pretty simple choice here. Diana could be petulant. She was good at it and it was easy. Or she could, perhaps, put a little more faith in people. And that wasn't as easy as it used to be. But it was the better choice.
She took Martha's hand, pulling herself up. Her legs were a little weak, but she could stand on her own.
Wasn't that a fun metaphor?
"Okay," she agreed. "But I'm lying down in my own bed. No hospitals."
"Your own bed," Martha agreed. "You'll sleep better there anyway. Or rest. Or whatever it is you do."
That brought upa rather disconcerting idea though. how was Martha going to care for some of these people if she didn't know what was normal for them. Other than gaining their trust, she didn't have much of a choice.
"And a shower. In fact you'll want to do that first. Probably."
Diana may be able to stand on her own, but Martha looped her arm through the other woman's anyway. It was a friendly gesture as much as it was a protective one.
Diana accepted the support. Because she really did need it. That was her deepest, darkest secret. More than the fact that she was a Cainite. More than the incident in Northumberland. Her secret was that she needed someone to take care of her.
The Olympic Opening ceremonies are very distracting....notrosesshadowJuly 28 2012, 01:19:03 UTC
Martha smiled but stayed quiet. It was part of what made her a good doctor. She read people well. Puhed them when they needed the push but otherwise let them talk to her.
Martha had pushed Diana. Forced her to stand. Trust in her. They were almost there. To the dorms. "Which room is yours dear?"
They all look so happy!notrosesshadowJuly 28 2012, 02:34:46 UTC
Well, at least it wasn't any higher up. "Theaters are nice. Especially if you're like my mother and need background noise to fall asleep at night." She grinned. "Does it shake your walls? Or are you generally at the theater."
Oh, Diana could see what she was doing there. Keeping her talking. Keeping her distracted.
Good.
She wetted her lips, letting her eyes wander a bit. "Sometimes," she said, "I just sit there in the middle of the room. I don't play my guitar or sing or anything. I just sit there and breathe in the...the energy of it. There's nothing like a live theatre, you know."
"Oh I know," Martha said with a grin. She had, after all, seen a Shakespearian play just days after it was written. She knew the thrill of the live theater just fine.
"Though I wouldn't be able to be on stage. Telling stories is one thing... but singing... preforming? That's terrifying."
She could save lives... stay calm in a crisis... but Martha did not do stages.
"I used to work on Broadway," Diana muttered. "In New York. For about twenty years, from the early 1970s to 1996ish. I loved every minute of it. Until the Cainites showed up to ruin everything."
Kinda the story of her life. She loved everything she did. Then Grandmother's followers came and ruined it.
What she sees when she gets there is not pretty. Diana should have been dead with the gaping wound in her torso, and Mohinder looked as though he was trying to put distance between himself and her. And he looked worried.
Martha knelt beside Diana. "Sorry dear, I'm going to have to ruin your clothes more than they already are to get a better look at the wound." She looked up at Mohinder then. "Dr. Suresh. Please go to the lab and get me a bag of O+ plus an IV needle. Quickly." It was the only way she could think of to protect Diana's secret, if Dr. Suresh didn't know it... and to at least replace the blood.
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She winced, forcing the thought out of her head. "I'm...okay," she said slowly, tentatively probing her chest with her fingertips. "I think...I'm not sure he is, though."
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Another deep breath and she looked up at Martha, offering her a watery smile. "Thank you. Now get your ass inside before that thing tries to hurt you. Okay?"
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Martha's not entirely sure what she's supposed to do with a vampire who had just been staked.
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And in her mind, there wasn't a single doubt that's what would happen. Eventually. She wasn't brilliant, but she could read emotions. Even without her powers. And the fear in Mohinder's eyes had been...painfully evident.
So yeah. In a day. A week. Maybe even a month, she'd open her door and find an angry cluster of hunters there. And she wasn't dragging Martha down with her.
"I'll be okay," she said. "I just need to lie down for a little while."
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She stands, hands on her hips. "Besides, I'm sleeping with Sam Winchester. I can and will withhold things if he does something stupid."
Martha extended a hand for the other woman to grab. "You need to wash... and then you need to lie down. And we need to leave the stopping of the big scary man to more qualified people. Doctor's orders."
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She took Martha's hand, pulling herself up. Her legs were a little weak, but she could stand on her own.
Wasn't that a fun metaphor?
"Okay," she agreed. "But I'm lying down in my own bed. No hospitals."
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That brought upa rather disconcerting idea though. how was Martha going to care for some of these people if she didn't know what was normal for them. Other than gaining their trust, she didn't have much of a choice.
"And a shower. In fact you'll want to do that first. Probably."
Diana may be able to stand on her own, but Martha looped her arm through the other woman's anyway. It was a friendly gesture as much as it was a protective one.
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She couldn't do it on her own.
"Shower," she agreed softly. "Then bed."
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Martha had pushed Diana. Forced her to stand. Trust in her. They were almost there. To the dorms. "Which room is yours dear?"
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Oh well.
"Right next to the theatre. Thought it would be poetic, somehow."
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Good.
She wetted her lips, letting her eyes wander a bit. "Sometimes," she said, "I just sit there in the middle of the room. I don't play my guitar or sing or anything. I just sit there and breathe in the...the energy of it. There's nothing like a live theatre, you know."
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"Though I wouldn't be able to be on stage. Telling stories is one thing... but singing... preforming? That's terrifying."
She could save lives... stay calm in a crisis... but Martha did not do stages.
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Kinda the story of her life. She loved everything she did. Then Grandmother's followers came and ruined it.
Or secretly evil Settites ruined it.
Or one of her sisters...
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