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Jacinda stops a mugging, but gets pretty roughed up in the process. Albtraum appears to zir, thanks to the head trauma making zir pass out.
Going deeper into the dreamworld leads to consulting with Death, who has just enough time to give Jason a clue to Aine.
Jacinda wakes slowly, for once, blinks up at the pale blue tiles of the hospital ceiling and then looks over to the left and to the right. Zir bed is the only one in the room, and to the left Cassandra is leaning on the doorframe, gazing out into the hallway. She looks enough like a regular college student, waiting for bad news, that it's probably what most people see. But her eyes scan over everyone who passes the hospital room door, wary and alert.
To the right, Bruce sits in the single chair at Jacinda's bedside. He's holding on to zir right hand, worry etched in every line of his face. Some resentful part of Jacinda labels it as just an act -- Brucie will play the concerned socialite for anyone, right? -- but that gets cut off by an unbidden, unwanted thought.
'You might have woken up to this if he'd made it on time.'
That's a knife in the gut, and even at zir most hateful and bitter, Jacinda will never, ever say that aloud. Instead, zie turns zir hand over and grips Bruce's hand in return.
The motion pulls Bruce out of whatever private thoughts he'd been stewing in, and his eyes focus back on Jacinda's face. "You're awake."
Jacinda can't resist the urge to smirk, and croaks out, "Brilliant deduction..."
Cassandra approaches the bed, and Bruce busies himself with grabbing the glass of water (with straw) that is sitting on the tray nearby. A press of a button brings the top half of the bed up so that Jacinda is in a sitting position, and Bruce brings the straw close to Jacinda's mouth.
"Drink before we talk," he says, and since zir throat feels like sandpaper, Jacinda complies.
Cassandra lays a hand on Jacinda's left shoulder, giving it a squeeze. Jacinda glances her way, but Bruce isn't moving the straw to let Jacinda speak yet, so zie rolls zir eyes in silence. Cassandra smiles.
"I'm glad you're awake," Cassandra says. "We both are."
Bruce gets a pained look on his face at Cassandra's words, and Jacinda figures that must be the truth. When he finally takes the glass away, Jacinda says,
"Passing out really wasn't the plan. Did lead to something interesting, though." After checking zir hands, and realizing that there is a mark on zir left palm, Jacinda holds it up to show Bruce and Cassandra. "Had a really weird dream, and got a clue burned into my hand. Here it is."
The sigil (or map or whatever it is) is unfamiliar to Jacinda, and the confused look on Bruce's face shows that he doesn't recognize it either. Cassandra gives a little shrug.
"It does look like a burn," she says. "Will it heal over?"
"If it's magical, it might heal quickly," Bruce points out. "We'll need to get a picture taken."
"The twerp probably has a camera on hand," Jacinda mutters. Bruce sends zir a censorious look that Jacinda completely ignores, because zie is right on both counts -- Tim is a twerp, and he's big into photography.
"You told Dick you'd call the Manor when Jacinda woke up," Cass reminds Bruce. "Tell him to bring a camera when he comes."
Bruce nods, but he doesn't leave the room right away. He takes some time to just... look at Jacinda. After letting it go on for maybe half a minute, Jacinda pulls a goofy face and makes a shooing motion with zir right hand.
Cassandra giggles, but Bruce just pulls a face of his own -- haughty high society boy -- and marches out without comment. Jacinda knows that was as close to joking back with zir as Bruce is going to get in public.
When the door closes behind him, Jacinda sighs and looks to Cassandra. "How mad are you that I fucked up your training and got hurt?"
"Not mad," Cassandra replies. "Injuries happen."
"It wouldn't have happened if I wasn't like this," Jacinda says bitterly.
"You never got hurt before?" Cassandra asks, raising an eyebrow.
"You know what I mean."
"Yes, but you're wrong."
Going deeper into the dreamworld leads to consulting with Death, who has just enough time to give Jason a clue to Aine.
Jacinda wakes slowly, for once, blinks up at the pale blue tiles of the hospital ceiling and then looks over to the left and to the right. Zir bed is the only one in the room, and to the left Cassandra is leaning on the doorframe, gazing out into the hallway. She looks enough like a regular college student, waiting for bad news, that it's probably what most people see. But her eyes scan over everyone who passes the hospital room door, wary and alert.
To the right, Bruce sits in the single chair at Jacinda's bedside. He's holding on to zir right hand, worry etched in every line of his face. Some resentful part of Jacinda labels it as just an act -- Brucie will play the concerned socialite for anyone, right? -- but that gets cut off by an unbidden, unwanted thought.
'You might have woken up to this if he'd made it on time.'
That's a knife in the gut, and even at zir most hateful and bitter, Jacinda will never, ever say that aloud. Instead, zie turns zir hand over and grips Bruce's hand in return.
The motion pulls Bruce out of whatever private thoughts he'd been stewing in, and his eyes focus back on Jacinda's face. "You're awake."
Jacinda can't resist the urge to smirk, and croaks out, "Brilliant deduction..."
Cassandra approaches the bed, and Bruce busies himself with grabbing the glass of water (with straw) that is sitting on the tray nearby. A press of a button brings the top half of the bed up so that Jacinda is in a sitting position, and Bruce brings the straw close to Jacinda's mouth.
"Drink before we talk," he says, and since zir throat feels like sandpaper, Jacinda complies.
Cassandra lays a hand on Jacinda's left shoulder, giving it a squeeze. Jacinda glances her way, but Bruce isn't moving the straw to let Jacinda speak yet, so zie rolls zir eyes in silence. Cassandra smiles.
"I'm glad you're awake," Cassandra says. "We both are."
Bruce gets a pained look on his face at Cassandra's words, and Jacinda figures that must be the truth. When he finally takes the glass away, Jacinda says,
"Passing out really wasn't the plan. Did lead to something interesting, though." After checking zir hands, and realizing that there is a mark on zir left palm, Jacinda holds it up to show Bruce and Cassandra. "Had a really weird dream, and got a clue burned into my hand. Here it is."
The sigil (or map or whatever it is) is unfamiliar to Jacinda, and the confused look on Bruce's face shows that he doesn't recognize it either. Cassandra gives a little shrug.
"It does look like a burn," she says. "Will it heal over?"
"If it's magical, it might heal quickly," Bruce points out. "We'll need to get a picture taken."
"The twerp probably has a camera on hand," Jacinda mutters. Bruce sends zir a censorious look that Jacinda completely ignores, because zie is right on both counts -- Tim is a twerp, and he's big into photography.
"You told Dick you'd call the Manor when Jacinda woke up," Cass reminds Bruce. "Tell him to bring a camera when he comes."
Bruce nods, but he doesn't leave the room right away. He takes some time to just... look at Jacinda. After letting it go on for maybe half a minute, Jacinda pulls a goofy face and makes a shooing motion with zir right hand.
Cassandra giggles, but Bruce just pulls a face of his own -- haughty high society boy -- and marches out without comment. Jacinda knows that was as close to joking back with zir as Bruce is going to get in public.
When the door closes behind him, Jacinda sighs and looks to Cassandra. "How mad are you that I fucked up your training and got hurt?"
"Not mad," Cassandra replies. "Injuries happen."
"It wouldn't have happened if I wasn't like this," Jacinda says bitterly.
"You never got hurt before?" Cassandra asks, raising an eyebrow.
"You know what I mean."
"Yes, but you're wrong."
