I told you I was going to write so here it is whether you like it or not. I decided to post it in Whistler's Point because it's a rad community that sadly didn't get much play.
Because my details of game are very hazy, I decided to do a piece that happened "off-camera". It's set directly after the djinn has been freed from the watch. You know, when Hazel decided to become the human punching bag.
Ahem. Yeah, I seem to have a tendency to perform a series of excruciatingly bad dice-rolls at least once in any given chronicle I play in, no matter what the system.
But through the grace of drama points and gement Hazel lived!
Hurray Hazel! Hurray for beer!
It was a long time before Hazel woke up. She came to slowly.
First to come was hearing, which surrounded her with beeps and a strange, timed click-whoosh.
She tasted dry, cottony mouth and a hint of iron. She smelled cool, antiseptic air, gently blowing into her nostrils.
And finally, a parade of aches and pains through her body that inevitably pushed her into waking.
Her eyes, crusted and swollen, tried to focus in the darkness. It was hard. Her head felt fuzzy. She couldn't concentrate. She was aware of something hard and obtrusive in her throat.
Hazel's gaze travelled slowly to her chest, trying to make sense of what she saw. There was a dim light pouring in through a door to her left. It illuminated a white, ridged tube that curled up from her lap and snaked into her mouth. She tried to swallow, felt the apparatus against her toungue, and became sickeningly aware of it's length travelling down her throat.
Hazel started to panic. There's something in my throat! I can't breathe!
She clawed at the tube with shaking hands, feeling herself choke and gag.
Something blocked the light in the doorway.
"Hazel!" A woman's voice, full of surprise, called out. Hazel recognized the voice immediately, turned in blind panic towards the sound, gesturing tearfully at the horrifying contraption that seemed intent on strangling her.
Hazel's mother ran to her bedside and grabbed at her hands, keeping them away from the tube.
"Don't touch it, honey! Be still!"
She made Hazel lie back on the pillows.
"Relax," she crooned to the frightened girl, "let it breathe for you."
Hazel tried to think. Breathe? It's a breathing machine?
Click-whoosh went the machine and her chest rose and fell.
With incredible effort, she let her lungs be worked by the strange device, let the terror ebb away, while her mother stroked her forehead, gingerly avoiding the bruises.
With the fear gone the pain came back.
It started in her stomach, her sides protesting at her earlier struggle, the bruised ribs singing. It culminated in a throb in her head, from crown to cheek, and her right wrist ached in concert.
With the pain back the memories returned.
Me and Bey outside...the vampires...they attacked us...the watch...
Where was the watch? The vampire that broke her wrist had stolen it from her. Did they get it back?
Where was everyone? Were they ok?
A new terror was gathering in a knot in her chest. Did they die? Did I get them killed? Did they die?!
Hazel began to cry.
Her mother tried to soothe her, and then, thinking it was the pain that kept her daughter in tears, called in the nurse who gave her more medication.
Hazel let her mother hold her. She couldn't stop crying, hot tears of shame and terror rolling down her cheeks.
She couldn't stop thinking about how it was all her fault. How she should have fought harder, or at least locked the watch up somewhere safe, instead of stupidly wearing it around. And now her friends could be dead, and the djinn could be freed, and everyone was doomed.
The drugs slipped into Hazel's body and worked their magic. The pain dulled little by little, and she slipped into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Somewhere in the night she had roused once more, and they had taken the breathing tube from her. Her mother was still there, holding her hand.
Hazel wanted to ask about Madison, and Bey and Caly and Phoenix.
Her mother looked at her sadly and shook her head.
"Go to sleep, baby." The poor girl was making no sense at all, her speech slurred by morphine and the swelling in her face. Her mother thought she had heard about a bay, but couldn't be sure.
Hazel fell back to sleep.
Hazel woke in the morning to bright sunshine pouring through her hospital room window. The night before had been like a dream. A room full of strange machines and blinking lights and the air thick with sadness and fear.
Now, bathed in bright morning light, reality seemed firmly grounded, from the fresh white linens on her bed to her mother dozing in the chair beside her.
Hazel could only look properly through one eye at her sleeping mother. She smiled, and winced, feeling the swelling and soreness in her cheek. She looked down at her right hand all wrapped up in a cast. A stab of guilt, bringing last night's confusion went straight through her heart.
Carefully, she reached for her mother's hand.
Hazel's mother woke, unsure of her surroundings. Then, seeing her daughter, she was suddenly up and beaming, stroking her hair and exclaiming about how good it was she was awake. She talked a mile a minute.
"Are you hungry?" She asked. "I can get you anything you want. They have a full cafeteria here and everything! Tell me what you want, sweetie." Then, considering, "if you can't talk I've got this notepad here, they said you might have a sore throat from the breathing tube, so if you don't want to talk--"
"Mom," Hazel croaked. "I would like some water."
"Of course, baby!" Her mother rang for the nurse again, who came in and took the order for water, while checking Hazel over as her mother clucked and fretted and beamed.
The water was deliciously cool. She didn't care that she couldn't drink it without spilling, she was godawfully thirsty. Her throat did feel a little sore she noticed.
"They said you'll have to stay here another day at least, just to make sure that everything is ok." Her mother was saying. "Of course, everything is ok, you know, it's just a formality, I wish they didn't have to, I said I could take care of you at home, but you know doctors." She talked breathlessly. Hazel could see how shaken up she was and she felt another stab of guilt.
"It's ok, Mom." Hazel rasped.
They talked awhile, or rather, Hazel listened as her mother talked. She didn't ask much about what happened probably realizing that Hazel was in no condition to be giving detailed reports. Hazel could see it burning to be asked though, behind that obvious guilt her mother was feeling. Guilt about not speaking to each other, guilt about not knowing where her daughter was last night.
Hazel had her own guilt, and a burning question of her own. But she was terrified to ask. She wavered between wanting to know and not, until finally she couldn't stand it any longer.
"Mom? Did they...did anyone say anything about...about anyone else getting hurt?"
Hazel's heart hammered in her chest as her mother furrowed her brow.
"No, no I don't think so, honey. Well, I mean, I didn't hear about anyone else."
Hazel took a deep breath, winced again when her ribs protested.
"Who brought me here? Was it you?"
Hazel's mother looked away. "No, no it wasn't me. It was Mr. Bey, your teacher."
Hazel's heart leaped. "Bey? He was ok, then?"
"Why yes, I suppose so, if he brought you here. I mean, he looked alright when I saw him leave the hospital last night." She looked confused. "Why wouldn't he be?"
Hazel shook her head slowly. "I don't know. I thought maybe that gang got him too."
Her mother smiled. "I'm just glad he was around to help you." She gave a conspiring look, "I bet you he'll excuse you from homework for a month after what you've been through! Want me to give him a note saying the doctor said so?"
Hazel tried to laugh, it hurt too much to be more than a chuckle.
Sure he'll excuse me from homework. And my job, and the gang, for being such an idiot.
It was a little past 2:30 in the afternoon when Colin Bey walked into room 214 at Sacred Heart hospital. The room was sunny and cheery (as cheery as a hospital room could be, anyways) with the curtains pulled back and the window slightly open, letting in the salty breeze coming off the Sound.
On the big hospital bed dominating the room Hazel appeared to be sleeping. She looked very small and fragile, with the sheets rolled down to her lap and wires connecting her to machines. He frowned at her black eye and swollen cheek, the split on her temple and lip. He frowned even more at her wrist stuck in a cast.
Bey looked about for a spot to put the vase of flowers he was carrying. He tiptoed to the window and set it on the sill. The vibrant lilies glowed in the sunlight. He straightened up and was prepared to leave Hazel to her nap when she called out softly.
Her voice was thick with drowsiness.
She was smiling at him as best she could and he smiled back. Hazel slowly shifted herself to a half-sitting position and he was relieved to see that she was doing much better. So much better than the limp, bloodied mess he had carried into the ER.
"How do you feel?" Bey asked, coming to her bedside.
"Like I got the crap kicked out of me." Hazel's smile turned wry.
"Ah. Well. That is to be expected." Bey said, equally wry. "You look much better." He added.
"Oh please." Hazel groaned. "I don't need a mirror to tell me you're full of it."
"Well, that is one hell of a black eye." Bey conceded.
He pulled up the chair Hazel's mom had vacated several hours ago.
"Have you had any visitors?" He asked, resting his arms on the bed railings.
"My mom was here. She said she saw you last night. She went to work. I had to practically push her out the door."
Bey raised an eyebrow.
"Not that I wasn't glad to see her. But she worries. And, besides...it would be hard to talk to you guys with her around." She felt a pit opening in her stomach in which the ever-ready guilt was crawling out of.
"Good point." Bey agreed. "I suppose it would be a little too much for her to handle, on top of everything else. Vampires, and all."
There was a silence in which Hazel stared at her hands folded on her lap and Bey watched her.
"Bey?" She murmured, eyes still fixed upon her lap.
"Is everyone else ok?" Hazel could hardly get the words out. Her voice was raspy and strained again.
"We're a little dinged up. Caly's got the twin to your head wound. But yes, we're ok."
She swallowed, still not looking up.
"And the watch?"
She heard Bey sigh. "The watch is gone. It was destroyed when the vampire holding it turned to dust."
"Oh." Hazel felt hollow.
Bey looked curiously down at the girl, sitting very still in her hospital bed. Her hair, shot through with the silly pink streaks was hiding her face. Then she lifted her head and looked right at him, and he was surprised to see huge tears rolling down her cheeks.
"I'm sorry!" Hazel choked out, face hot with shame. "I'm so sorry!"
Bey opened his mouth to speak, closed it. Then trying again, "It's not your fault." He said, gently.
"Yes! It is!" She wailed, ignoring the pain in her face. "I shouldn't h-have worn the watch!" She went on, her chest hitching with sobs. "I led them r-right to us!"
"They would have looked for it no matter where it was. They would have tried to hurt us anyways."
Hazel shook her head, unwilling to believe it.
"But if I h-had even just h-hidden it in the shop...!"
Bey caught her free hand. "Hazel", He said, in his stern Watcher's tone that made her swallow her sobs and look right at him. "Hazel look. Maybe it was stupid to wear it around. Maybe it was the wrong thing to do. But it's done, and it's gone, and now all that matters is you are alive. That we're all alive. There's no use blaming yourself. We need you to get better now so you can help us find out what happened to the Djinn."
He knew she didn't need sugar-coated platitudes. The words hurt but they were the kind of hurt that let a person know the healing was going to begin, like the stinging spray her mother would put on skinned knees and elbows when she was a kid.
"Ok." Hazel whispered.
Bey released her hand. An awkward silence descended.
Hazel sniffled and tried to dry her eyes. Bey polished his glasses with the edge of his shirt.
She stared out the window a good while, just over his shoulder. Finally, she looked back at him.
"Did you go to school today?" Hazel ventured, deciding that the past was, indeed, past.
He looked at his somewhat more casual attire, the collar of his shirt unbuttoned and the tie absent. "Yes, business as usual. Quite a lot of stares though." He indicated the scrapes he sported on his forehead.
Hazel smiled again, this time mostly with her eyes. Her face reminded her that she hadn't been careful while crying.
"Tell them you won a bar fight. I'll bet they never thought their history teacher was so tough."
Bey laughed, a good open laugh that made Hazel want to laugh too.
"I'm sure they'd believe that!"
"Why not?" She giggled.
At that moment Hazel's stomach decided to give an embarassingly loud growl. She hadn't eaten since early yesterday. She blushed.
"Here". Bey smiled, and reached over to her bedside tray and grabbed the hospital menu.
"Let's see.." He mused, perusing the choices, "it looks like we have some fine cuisine available. Do you like Jell-O?"
Hazel nodded as enthusiastically as she could. "Is it really green?"
"I should hope so. How could it call itself hospital Jell-O otherwise?"
"Do they have macaroni?" She asked hopefully, as he handed her the menu.
She was pleased to see that they did, and selections decided upon, they called in the ever-ready nurse.
"I'd like macaroni please. With the chicken, and mashed potatos, and peaches, please. Um, and the fries. And Jell-O. Oh, and a Sprite, please."
Bey pulled a face as the nurse left.
"What kind of a meal is that? Are you trying to make yourself sick?"
"Well, at least I'm in a hospital, huh?" She shot back.
"Are you really going to eat all that?"
"You'll be sorry."
"You'll be sorry if you keep making fun of my eating habits."
"What are you going to do, beat me with your plastic spoon? That is, if you can get out of bed after all that food."
"Oh I'll waddle as far as it takes."
"I'll just throw some Jell-O. You'll be too distracted to chase me."
Bey held up his hands. "Alright, alright, truce! Eat your awful meal!"
He reached into his shirt pocket. "And until it comes, how about some diversion?" He brandished a pack of playing cards. "What will it be? Rummy? Pinocle? Bridge?"
Hazel considered a moment.
Bey looked as though she had cursed. "Your refined taste extends to cards, I see."
"Hey!" Hazel crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm the hospital patient, I get to decide!"
"Oh, alright." Bey rolled his eyes. "Go Fish. A fine choice..."
And we all know that Bey cheats. And steals Jell-O. And also sticks out his tounge. I swear! It's true!