Kirmani didn’t like hospitals. They gave him the creeps. Ever since he was a kid and was forced to visit his Great-Aunt Maria as she wasted away. Of course, he wasn’t sure anyone actually liked hospitals. Except maybe doctors and nurses.
Connie was in surgery. So was Dresden, but that was less important to Kirmani. Dresden was the one who always got her into these messes. They were both full of shrapnel from the explosion. Kirmani had gotten away with a few scrapes and bruises. The other guy, the stony-faced black man, had gotten off without even any dirt on his perfectly-tailored suit. He was in the waiting room, too. He sat perfectly still, with a back as straight as if there were a stick soldered to his spine. Kirmani didn’t like him.
“You friends with Dresden?” he asked, as he paced by.
“Hardly,” the man said, looking disgusted at the thought.
“Why are you here then?” Kirmani said.
“Dresden saved my life,” the man explained. “If he dies from having done so, I’ll be very annoyed.”
Kirmani grinned. “I hear that. The guy has a serious saviour complex.”
“Indeed.”
Kirmani finally took a seat and they sat in silence for awhile, the other man never moving an inch. When a doctor in scrubs entered the waiting room, Kirmani leapt to his feet.
“I’ve finished with Lieutenant Murphy. She’s in the PACU. She isn’t out of the woods yet, but I think she’ll make a full recovery,” the doctor said. “Mr. Dresden has been in the PACU for awhile. His wounds were less severe and I have no doubt he’ll be fine.”
Kirmani was both relieved that Connie would be okay and annoyed that she was hurt worse than Dresden. The doctor left and Kirmani turned back to the other man to make a comment along those lines, only to find the chair empty, as though the man had never been there.
“I hate wizards,” Kirmani muttered.
He plunked back into his own chair and got ready for some more waiting.
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Date: 2009-05-07 04:57 am (UTC)Kirmani didn’t like hospitals. They gave him the creeps. Ever since he was a kid and was forced to visit his Great-Aunt Maria as she wasted away. Of course, he wasn’t sure anyone actually liked hospitals. Except maybe doctors and nurses.
Connie was in surgery. So was Dresden, but that was less important to Kirmani. Dresden was the one who always got her into these messes. They were both full of shrapnel from the explosion. Kirmani had gotten away with a few scrapes and bruises. The other guy, the stony-faced black man, had gotten off without even any dirt on his perfectly-tailored suit. He was in the waiting room, too. He sat perfectly still, with a back as straight as if there were a stick soldered to his spine. Kirmani didn’t like him.
“You friends with Dresden?” he asked, as he paced by.
“Hardly,” the man said, looking disgusted at the thought.
“Why are you here then?” Kirmani said.
“Dresden saved my life,” the man explained. “If he dies from having done so, I’ll be very annoyed.”
Kirmani grinned. “I hear that. The guy has a serious saviour complex.”
“Indeed.”
Kirmani finally took a seat and they sat in silence for awhile, the other man never moving an inch. When a doctor in scrubs entered the waiting room, Kirmani leapt to his feet.
“I’ve finished with Lieutenant Murphy. She’s in the PACU. She isn’t out of the woods yet, but I think she’ll make a full recovery,” the doctor said. “Mr. Dresden has been in the PACU for awhile. His wounds were less severe and I have no doubt he’ll be fine.”
Kirmani was both relieved that Connie would be okay and annoyed that she was hurt worse than Dresden. The doctor left and Kirmani turned back to the other man to make a comment along those lines, only to find the chair empty, as though the man had never been there.
“I hate wizards,” Kirmani muttered.
He plunked back into his own chair and got ready for some more waiting.