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sirenspull_logs2012-02-09 06:12 pm
thethingiforgot) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-02-09 06:12 pm
Entry tags:
First Breath of Fresh Air
Who: Ion, Duo, Caster, and anyone that wants free CR.
When: Saturday... or yesterday... or something.
Where: Siren's Port Hospital
Summary: Ion's finally released from the hospital!
Warnings: NA?
It was finally the fourth of February, or at least what passed for it. The disturbance in time had not gone unnoticed by Ion, but there wasn't much he could do with hospital orderlies making sure he did the same recovery routine over and over again. He had briefly contemplated using a Daathic Arte on them, but casting a Curse Slot on someone only to have it disappear the next day cycle was a waste of power.
Finally, time righted itself, if suddenly, and he was soon insisting that he sign himself out of the hospital.
"I am a leader on my world," he told the nurse calmly, snugly dressed in cloths donated to him by an orderly that thought he was cute. "Thanks to your care, I am not only capable of taking care of myself, but also physically able to."
Who could say no to such kind words?
He approached the sliding doors, his heart suddenly pounding in his chest. Ion's feet propelled him forward, one door sliding open, and then the other. The cold air hit him in the face, stealing the breath from his lungs as he stepped out onto the stone landing leading down to street below.
He was free.
When: Saturday... or yesterday... or something.
Where: Siren's Port Hospital
Summary: Ion's finally released from the hospital!
Warnings: NA?
It was finally the fourth of February, or at least what passed for it. The disturbance in time had not gone unnoticed by Ion, but there wasn't much he could do with hospital orderlies making sure he did the same recovery routine over and over again. He had briefly contemplated using a Daathic Arte on them, but casting a Curse Slot on someone only to have it disappear the next day cycle was a waste of power.
Finally, time righted itself, if suddenly, and he was soon insisting that he sign himself out of the hospital.
"I am a leader on my world," he told the nurse calmly, snugly dressed in cloths donated to him by an orderly that thought he was cute. "Thanks to your care, I am not only capable of taking care of myself, but also physically able to."
Who could say no to such kind words?
He approached the sliding doors, his heart suddenly pounding in his chest. Ion's feet propelled him forward, one door sliding open, and then the other. The cold air hit him in the face, stealing the breath from his lungs as he stepped out onto the stone landing leading down to street below.
He was free.