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Post by elara nicole gillespie on Apr 16, 2019 7:19:49 GMT -5
  It had been late when Elara passed out on top of her bed, her television still on with what had now become infomercials. She was still dressed in leggings and her vest when she fell asleep, which turned out to be handy since her phone woke her up a little before 4am with a call from the ER. At first, her thoughts went to her family, but when the nurse on the other end gave her the name of the patient her panic turned into a dull, constant worry. The man who had listed her as his emergency contact was one of her long term patients, Andrew. She had given him permission to list her after his own sister died from a drug overdose. He had problems with his own health, and he had wanted someone to be there should he ever become ill. He wasn’t the first who had Elara’s contact details listed, and she expected that he wouldn’t be the last. So many of her patients were alone in the world, be it literally or because they had been turned away by their family because they were troubled. Elara wanted to help them any way she could, be it through the art they made in her sessions, or by simply being there if they slipped and fell.
She didn’t waste any time after getting off the phone. She grabbed one of her cardigans to throw over her cold shoulders and jammed her feet into her ever reliable Vans. Elara was bleary eyed, but she still managed to grab her keys and her bag before leaving her apartment and making her way to the car. The nurse on the phone had only spoke of an accident, but that could mean anything. Elara knew this guy was prone to trouble. He had a police record and a past that sounded like one she could have had if she didn’t have her art to keep her straight. He had been doing brilliantly the last few months, had shown promise that he was making his life better…Elara didn’t want to begin to think how he had ended up being rushed into hospital in the dead of night. She hoped her mind was just making things seem more disheartening than the situation already was.
At the hospital, Elara made her way to the desk in the ER. She gave Andrew’s name in to the nurse sitting there and ran her fingers through her messy hair while she waited for any updates. Elara literally felt like she had rolled out of bed. Her eyes were dry and heavy, and her mind was fogged up, filled with too much static and not enough sense. When the nurse gave her the room he had been put in until they got him a bed in ICU, Elara thanked her and walked away to find the damn place. Hospitals, in her opinion, were medical mazes designed to confuse and panic people who were already confused and panicked. Still, she found the room easily enough and let herself in, wincing at the machines and wires that seemed to be all over Andrew. She took a seat on a cold plastic chair and brought her knees to her chest. There was nothing she could do but wait.
The door opened, she recognised that he was the doctor from his clothes, but she didn’t move until she saw his face. After that, Elara was on her feet in seconds, cardigan almost falling from her shoulders as she did. She stared at him, jaw slack, and then stepped a baby step closer. “Fuck me. I never expected to see a ghost tonight. And even if I did I never thought it would be you.” Connor standing there left her feeling shaken, cold and hot at the same time. Part of her wanted to run away right then. Another part thought she should shout her hatred for the life he had come from and the people who had torn her family apart too many times. Saying goodbye to Connor all those years ago had been the hardest thing she had ever done, but up until this moment Elara had always believed it had been the right thing to do.
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TAGGED! Connor Alan Elswood
WORDS! 708!
LYRICS! I Say No - - - Carrie Hope Fletcher (Heathers Musical)
NOTES! <3 <3 <3
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