After she had been released from her 30 day rehabilitation program, Harley decided to make a visit to the hospital room that she once used as a hideout. She stopped at the patient tray, to see the file name was still the same. She smirked walking in with a little potted flower and a bag of candy. She set them both on the bedside table. ”Don’t worry. I’m not staying. I just thought I would drop that off for you. The card is anonymous, like a secret admirer type thing. That way whoever visits you will see you’re not alone, and it can serve as a reminder that somewhere out there your story is waiting to be finished. Don’t waste your life away on dreams of your past, your future won’t wait for you to catch up.”
Roy glanced up at the young woman as she entered. For a moment, he didn’t recognize her. It’d been a long time since he last saw her, and at first he thought she must be visiting Walt or Otto, but she placed the potted flower and bag of candy on his side table. Then he remembered her. Well, he remembered the way she spoke. She let out this little inspirational speech, or what was supposed to be an inspirational speech anyway, but coming from her in that roundabout casual way and being the first thing she said to start the conversation, it just sounded…bland. Of course it may have just been a product of his pessimistic attitude.
After she was done speaking, he nodded his head once, looking from the items on his sidetable and then back to her face. “Okay,” he responded slowly, closing the book he’d been reading and setting it on the sidetable next to the flower.
“Ooh, falling sucks,” she nodded and smiled at his question. “I told you, I’m Shilo. You might want to rephrase that question,” she sat back in her chair and watched him. This was just so interesting, watching a man struggle with the idea of her.
He continued to stare hard at her, not appreciating her attitude at all. “Or I could just call in the guards and nurses and have you taken away so I can get back to my life,” he responded stiffly.
“Of course.” She smiled and walked around into the empty room. Walt was gone again, thankfully. “I don’t see the drain.” She noticed there wasn’t an uncomfortable look about him now.
“Oh,” he glanced to the side and then back to her, “Yes, it was taken out earlier this morning.” And hopefully no more fluid would build up so he wouldn’t need the drain again.
At this Eoalande smiled a bit. “It’s Alessandro. But a lot of people just call him Neri..which is our family name.” It was an old habit that he had, a long time ago he was an Inquisitor, and it was proper to address one by their last name…much how like militia addressed themselves now with their title and surname.
Even Eoalande herself called her husband Neri, she only used his first name when it was important…or when they were alone.
He saw how she smiled when she mentioned his name. He could only imagine what it must be like to have a loved one out at the war. Even if that person wasn’t directly in harms way, it must be horrible for her to be separated from him. He knew how that felt all too well.
“I hope you see him again soon,” he said, slight smile to his lips and somewhat sad glean to his eyes.
Another night of almost no sleep, Finley was in a worse mood than usual. She couldn’t even manage common politeness when the nurse asked her if she wanted to go out and enjoy the rather lovely morning.
After a bit more coaxing, the blonde nurse finally got Finley to go out and walk around the court yard for a bit. The children playing seemed to just dismiss their aliments like a paper cut. She envied them most of the time.
“Hello.” Finley leaned against the window next to Roy again and looked in.
He turned his head at the sound of her familiar voice. A smile pulled up his lips as he saw her peeking in through his window…again. “Do you like looking in through my window?”
Shilo chuckled lightly and put the mask back in her pocket. “Like I said, I get bored,” she shrugged. “And I can only take so many runs on my days off, I needed to do something strange,” she knew it sounded immature, but so what? Even she had to have fun sometimes. “But enough about me, what about you. How’d you get in here?” she asked. He looked fine to her, not sick, so it had to be an injury.
This entire situation was confusing, and nothing she was doing was making it any clearer. He was dumbfounded. Struck silent. Without words. She asked him a question but there was no possible way he could respond. “What? I—” his brows knitted together as he looked at her incredulously. “That’s…not…I fell, but you haven’t—” He shook his head, “Who are you?”