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everyonelives2020-12-11 10:23 am
praevaricatio) wrote in everyonelives2020-12-11 10:23 am
Entry tags:
- alexander abernathy,
- allison argent,
- caroline forbes,
- castiel,
- damian jericho,
- damon salvatore,
- david gainor,
- dean winchester,
- derek hale,
- elena gilbert,
- ezra adin-gainor,
- freya mikaelson,
- harvey specter,
- hayley marshall,
- jackson whittemore,
- katherine pierce,
- klaus mikaelson,
- lydia martin,
- ryan atwood,
- sam winchester,
- scott mccall,
- stefan salvatore,
- stiles stilinski,
- โฆ ezra/david,
- โฆ jackson/alexander
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( He cares about Elena, too. Always had this soft spot in his heart for her, maybe something even underneath that, something that called out to him even at a young age.
But like he's good at explaining that.
The other doctors consult with Jo inside the room, hook Elena up, and take their leave.
Jack tries to look inconspicuous as they pass.
Dean peeks inside. It's just Elena, Stiles, Lydia (and her warmth?) and Jackson. )
We should -
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[She glances to Jo, who takes in Jack and Cas standing there and catches wind of what they're about to do.
"Shut the door. Make sure the windows are obscured."
Caroline nods, before reaching for the curtains and quickly pulling them closed. Elena is laid out in the hospital bed, unmoving but breathing, various bandages addressing each of her injuries.
Meanwhile, from the other side of the room, Lydia watches curiously trying to gauge what the kid and the tall man in the trenchcoat might be.]
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Jo shuts the door behind them, with Sam and Dean by the foot of the bed and Jack coming around to assess. He holds a hand out, to try and feel what's going on. How bad is it?
Well, she doesn't have a breathing tube at least, or this would be uncomfortable and traumatic for Elena.
He looks back to Cas for a nod before resting his hand on her forehead. Light shines from his hand and his irises brighten, fiery. His healing as a nephilim is the complete kind, mind and body, and in this case, reversing the brain swelling altogether and any other bruising.
He finishes, eyes returning to normal. He lets go, dropping his hand to his side, stepping back so that Dr. Laughlin can approach. )
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At first, she cringes at the bright lights of the room, but once they begin to adjust, the shadows standing over her bedside form into people and familiar faces, before they turn to the one who she expected the least to see.]
Hey, Jack.
[Then, realization sets in, before she looks over the other faces, concerned.]
How bad was it?
["Pretty bad," Jo quips. "You're going to have to play injured for a bit while I manage your labs."]
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You were in an accident. I healed you.
( Jackson brings his arms down.
"Can he heal Stiles? Hey." He looks to the group, then to Lydia. And whoever the guy in the trench coat is. )
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What happened to Stiles?
[Caroline and Jo are both there to catch her and push her back, because even if she is healed, she's also hooked up to a bunch of machines and IVs. Jo then reaches back and pulls back the curtain to show Stiles' body.
Elena's face falls immediately, because she's seen enough dead bodies to know the difference.]
Is he - ?
["In transition," Jo replies softly, before turning back to Jackson. "No, he can't. Jack's not powerful enough to heal someone who's already dead."
Or if he is, she doesn't want to test what those powers will do to Jack. She's aware that he is powerful, but power has consequences, and she doesn't want him to overextend himself, hurt himself.
Elena turns her attention to Lydia and Jackson, because she did her best to try and keep Stiles alive, but even her best intentions don't always work out.]
I'm sorry.
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Jack's not there, yet.
( If he could be. They don't know all that he's capable of. Only that he has his limits right now. He is not a god. He is not Chuck. )
What time does Allison's plane come in?
( He asks his brother that, hands on the edge of Elena's bed, looking back. )
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Caroline shakes her head.]
I'm here until Stiles wakes up, and in case we need to compel anyone for Elena. But we should probably have as few people here as possible, so we don't draw too much attention.
[So, essentially, encouraging anyone who can go home to go home.]
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( He looks to Elena. )
You need anything, you call.
( Jackson steps forward, and to Sam: "I have a room at the bed and breakfast."
And Dean, again, asks Elena. )
You going to be okay?
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Elena, in the meantime, looks over at Dean and nods.]
I'll be okay.
[It won't be right now or even right away, but she'll get there. Her eyes widen as she looks around.]
My keys ...
["Take my spare." Since the Winchesters were staying at Elena's, they might as well keep up appearances. As Caroline reaches for her bag, her phone dings, and she glances to that first with a text from Klaus.
"Jackson, wait." Just so he knows, before he leaves, though she looks over at Lydia as well. "They have Derek. He's okay."]
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( Dean takes Caroline's spare set and looks to his brother, then Elena.
"We'll take good care of your place." And then he looks to Cas and Jack. "You ready?" )
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