KBelle’s Comments (group member since Oct 27, 2013)

KBelle’s comments from the Sherlock Holmes Advanced RP group.

((Ugh I wish Adele could come back to him!!!))

Jessica slowly woke, trying to sit up and making a personal mental note not to as she grimaced and fell back against the pillow. She coughed and sighed, running her hands through her hair. "Wh...what happened?" She asked, her voice hoarse and her throat dry as she turned her head to look over at Peter.

"Of course. Well. I'm right at the front desk. If you need anything. Anything at all, don't hesitate to ask" she smiled, and walked out. Not long after Jessica slowly stirred, waking and looking around. God. Everything hurt.

She checked the chart and looked up with a smile. "We would handle that. But no sir. No one on the list" she replied politely, hanging the clipboard back on her bed and smoothing her dress. "She should wake up soon"

((does someone want to rp him until she comes back?))

((So we kind of have an issue because Macki isn't often on))

The nurse's eyes widened. "Oh.... Well. Yes" she said sincerely, blushing. "I'm sorry. By your reaction I thought you...and her... And I thought you knew..."

"But you don't care to get any better" she spat as she grabbed her keys.

yes!

The young woman sighed. "Well. A couple broken ribs, possible internal injuries and a concussion. It would be a lengthy recovery, but she's already weak from her last round of chemo. Are you her... Boyfriend? Husband?" She inquired curiously as she shushed the sleeping Jessica's blankets.

Jessica lay in one of the first rooms, the curtain back as a doctor walked out into the hall, slamming into Peter and cursing under his breath as he went on his way, a nurse still at her side adjusting her iv bag.

The emergency ward was bustling with victims of the pub bombing. Nurses and doctors rushed about as paramedics wheeled in yet even more screaming people as the woman behind the desk went through files frantically.

She nodded and lay back. God, why did this finally happen. She finally got him. Finally. And the bloody building exploded.
((Hospital?))88

She nodded and lay back. God, why did this finally happen. She finally got him. Finally. And the bloody building exploded.
((Hospital?))8

She answered the woman's questions as things went in and out of focus, all the while being sure her hand didn't slip from his. She heard concussion and something about ribs yet it didn't seem to register. "She's in shock. Alright. Ma'am were going to put you on a stretcher" the woman tried to tell her clearly. Yet when they laid her on it and tried to wheel her away from Peter she screamed and reached out to him.

Jessica moved to sit up and yelped in pain, leaning against the wall and gasping for air as she clutched her side.

((Should she? I was going to go with possible brain damage or broken ribs, if anything))
Jessica breathed heavily as she watched him, feeling dirty and sticky from debris and blood. She nodded in some show of awareness as she watched him spring into action, her eyes sloppily following his movements the way a dog only halfway attempts to chase after something on a hot summer day. She screamed again and closed her eyes, holding onto his powerful, braced biceps as the second explosion rang out and washed the heat and power upon them. She felt herself fade out momentarily and, next thing she new, their faces were inches apart as he lay on top of her.

"I..." she blinked hard and gripped his hand tightly and locked her arm as she tried to get up, staring at the ground as her mouth moved, yet it seemed she couldn't get the words to form in her mouth. "I...I.." she swallowed and looked up at him with unfocused, tracking eyes before looking back down. She felt no pain, only that she was shaking.

Jessica felt her hand ripped from Peter's as she saw brick rumble around her, and suddenly felt glass cut into her, crying out in pain as she was tossed from her chair and landed against the wall with a dull thud, blinking hard to make out the shapes as dust cleared, yet she saw flames from the opposite wall. She moved to stand and found herself falling to the ground, her mind working in slow motion as she cried out.

Natalie got up and walked angrily to the door, grabbing her boots and lacing them up as she huffed.