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Date: April 14th, 2001
Status: Private (John, Loki, and Crowley)
Setting: Hospital Wing
Summary: Certain matters finally come to a head. No pun intended.
John whistled quietly to himself as he entered the hospital wing, exchanged a good-morning with Ana as she went by (must be shift change or something) and turned the corner to Loki's room in reasonably good spirits. Things with Kit were going along pretty well--the unexpected three-way encounter a few days before hadn't blown up in anybody's face yet--and Crowley seemed in much better spirits since. And after a lengthy delay trying to get Loki's strength up enough to try breaking the curse, it looked like they were set to do that any day now.
It really wasn't his fault, what happened next. I mean, seriously, who expects to knock on a door to a hospital room, open it in response to a weak but cheerful "Come in!," and have a black rat come streaking out at lightning speed?
Not that John realized it was a rat, per se--he was a bit too busy trying not to step on the unexpected projectile, and tumbled over with a yelp, cracking his head solidly on the doorknob as he went down. After that the pretty dancing lights made for a highly effective distraction.
Status: Private (John, Loki, and Crowley)
Setting: Hospital Wing
Summary: Certain matters finally come to a head. No pun intended.
John whistled quietly to himself as he entered the hospital wing, exchanged a good-morning with Ana as she went by (must be shift change or something) and turned the corner to Loki's room in reasonably good spirits. Things with Kit were going along pretty well--the unexpected three-way encounter a few days before hadn't blown up in anybody's face yet--and Crowley seemed in much better spirits since. And after a lengthy delay trying to get Loki's strength up enough to try breaking the curse, it looked like they were set to do that any day now.
It really wasn't his fault, what happened next. I mean, seriously, who expects to knock on a door to a hospital room, open it in response to a weak but cheerful "Come in!," and have a black rat come streaking out at lightning speed?
Not that John realized it was a rat, per se--he was a bit too busy trying not to step on the unexpected projectile, and tumbled over with a yelp, cracking his head solidly on the doorknob as he went down. After that the pretty dancing lights made for a highly effective distraction.