((Takes place following the events of My Bloody Valentine.))
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15th February, 2013
The hospital room was quiet this morning. It had been a feverish night of operations, blood transfusions, explanations to the Watch. It had only been the forceful intervention of Jon that had made Piper go home to rest, to face the added strangeness of her daughter after an evening that had turned so horribly wrong. To think, in the moments before that portal had opened, her greatest fear had been that Des might stand her up!
And the revelation of Lyneth. Piper wasn't sure how she could reconcile the beautiful Fae woman who had brought Des home with the sweet child she was so familiar with. All Lynnie had been able to say was that she knew a little girl like her would never have been able to help; that she had needed to be bigger, and somehow had become so. Yet it had only been for the duration of the emergency. By the time Kaylee had arrived at the hospital, distraught at having lost the little girl in the first place, Lyneth had resumed her familiar form, refusing to go home until Piper had someone else to sit with her during the interminable wait for news.
Jon had been that someone, arriving after the curtain fell on A Doll's House to wait with Piper as they both worried over Des' condition. He might not think so, but Des seemed to have made an impression on his younger brother, enough of an impression that the anxiety at the thought of losing him was palpable. Piper was sure she had left bruises on Jon's hand as they sat together outside the ER, too frightened to let go. It was only when Des had been stabilized and settled in a private room that she would even consider the possibility of going home, and even then, Jon had to resort to threats he didn't mean to make it happen.
She hadn't slept much. Her mind kept replaying the horrifying moment when Des had stumbled into view, beaten and bloodied; when he had passed out in her arms, terrified that he was already dead. When she woke for perhaps the fourth time, she'd found Lyneth in the bed with her - familiar, tiny Lyneth - cuddled in close and crying with her. It was that, more than anything, that had convinced Piper to allow the tiny girl a day from school to hold vigil with her.
They sat together now by his bed, each acutely aware of the machines that monitored Des' continued vital signs calling their constant reassurance that he was still there, his heart was still beating. He was still alive. Lyneth was curled close on her mother's lap, barely awake, her exertions of the night before still taking their toll on her energy levels. But she didn't seem to begrudge the hand that Piper kept curled into Des', or the soft words that poured out from time to time. They always came back to the same thing.
I love you. We need you. Come back to us.
15th February, 2013
The hospital room was quiet this morning. It had been a feverish night of operations, blood transfusions, explanations to the Watch. It had only been the forceful intervention of Jon that had made Piper go home to rest, to face the added strangeness of her daughter after an evening that had turned so horribly wrong. To think, in the moments before that portal had opened, her greatest fear had been that Des might stand her up!
And the revelation of Lyneth. Piper wasn't sure how she could reconcile the beautiful Fae woman who had brought Des home with the sweet child she was so familiar with. All Lynnie had been able to say was that she knew a little girl like her would never have been able to help; that she had needed to be bigger, and somehow had become so. Yet it had only been for the duration of the emergency. By the time Kaylee had arrived at the hospital, distraught at having lost the little girl in the first place, Lyneth had resumed her familiar form, refusing to go home until Piper had someone else to sit with her during the interminable wait for news.
Jon had been that someone, arriving after the curtain fell on A Doll's House to wait with Piper as they both worried over Des' condition. He might not think so, but Des seemed to have made an impression on his younger brother, enough of an impression that the anxiety at the thought of losing him was palpable. Piper was sure she had left bruises on Jon's hand as they sat together outside the ER, too frightened to let go. It was only when Des had been stabilized and settled in a private room that she would even consider the possibility of going home, and even then, Jon had to resort to threats he didn't mean to make it happen.
She hadn't slept much. Her mind kept replaying the horrifying moment when Des had stumbled into view, beaten and bloodied; when he had passed out in her arms, terrified that he was already dead. When she woke for perhaps the fourth time, she'd found Lyneth in the bed with her - familiar, tiny Lyneth - cuddled in close and crying with her. It was that, more than anything, that had convinced Piper to allow the tiny girl a day from school to hold vigil with her.
They sat together now by his bed, each acutely aware of the machines that monitored Des' continued vital signs calling their constant reassurance that he was still there, his heart was still beating. He was still alive. Lyneth was curled close on her mother's lap, barely awake, her exertions of the night before still taking their toll on her energy levels. But she didn't seem to begrudge the hand that Piper kept curled into Des', or the soft words that poured out from time to time. They always came back to the same thing.
I love you. We need you. Come back to us.