t h o m a s ➽ mccormack (thomases) wrote in valesco,
@ 2013-03-24 23:59:00

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kendall broadmoor, louis bonaccord, rose knightley, saoirse mullet, thomas mccormack

OPEN HOSPITAL THREADS
He blinked up at the ceiling of the hospital room, arms lifted over his head as the nurse examined his slowly healing wound. She was making some idle chatter about how good it was looking, and how he'd regained so much color back in his cheeks, and just how strong he was! Thomas rolled his eyes in plain sight of the woman, and he was glad that she'd taken slight offense to it and opted to finish tidying up his bandages and pulling his shirt back down. Thomas' crossed his arms over his chest as soon as the examination was done and rolled to his side, away from the open doorway.

As much as he was physically feeling better, he was still mentally exhausted. His parents had been hovering nonstop, his sister had managed to release a statement about how she was doing, and the long nights alone had let his thoughts wander, and wander, and wander.

A knock on the door startled him before his thoughts could trail off like they had been, and he peered over his shoulder to tell the nurse to leave him be, but was surprised to see that it wasn't the handsy nurse, or his parents. He turned over completely and gingerly pushed himself up on his elbows.

"Hey," he said, surprised.

Saoirse likened herself into believing that it was her incessant inquiring of 'When can I see people?' (because they all knew that her family wasn't showing up anytime soon) was what had finally broke down her Healer's seemingly strict visitor policy. It wasn't fair, really, and made little sense because she was fine to begin with, and didn't exactly understand why Mungo's was keeping her here for so long. They kept alluding to 'lingering effects' and 'mental health,' not to mention physical safety (it appeared that the Ministry had finally taken some interest in her and Thomas), but she felt... fine. Truly, and honestly, fine for what she and Thomas had gone through.

Perhaps it was that everything hadn't set in yet, or even more hopefully, it had and all smacked of finality enough that her mind had found peace. But regardless, Saoirse didn't dwell on it, and simply focused her attention on waiting for that moment when someone other than one of her Healers walked through that door. But it was a patient wait, so she had been forced to occupy her time otherwise.

She had just finished securing herself down into a comfortable position against the small mountain of pillows at the head of her bed when the door opened. All thoughts of taking a nap left her, and Saoirse shot up to meet this new face. She blinked, blankly, for a moment, apparently having been so focused on getting to this moment that she hadn't much thought about how to react after the fact. She pressed her hands into her sheets, and ducked her chin to her chest sheepishly.

ooc: so apparently Thomas and Saoirse are popular people and instead of flooding the comm with a million threads, Emma came up with the idea of a 'group' post of sorts where the two can have various threads with whoever wants to visit.

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Thomas :*

kjbroadmoor
2013-03-25 03:34 pm UTC (link)

Kendall stuck his head around the door, making sure someone else wasn't in the room before he let himself in shutting the door behind him. It was one thing to know that he was safely back. To see his family and healers come and go from his room and be told that he was fine. To see Thomas himself, well, Kendall let out a small sigh of relief he didn't even know he was holding.

He sunk down into the chair next to his bed flooded with the everything he had thought and said while Thomas was missing, feeling incredibly stupid to think that there would be anything but a positive outcome. He was always the type to prepare for the worst, and then when the worst didn't happen , after the relief passed, he questioned his approach and what sort of friend it made him.

"Hey." Kendall said putting the bag of food he snuck in for Thomas on the table next to him. "You've got to stop doing things like this. You'll give me grey hairs and wrinkles," he joked weakly. It was easier. After this week, Kendall didn't think he could handle a serious conversation about how badly he dealt with his friends disappearance. "I'm too pretty for that."

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thomases
2013-03-25 10:17 pm UTC (link)

"There are potions for that," Thomas let out in a soft chuckle. He pointed to his hair, "I might need them first."

He felt like he'd aged more than a century with the way he felt compelled to do not much of anything. The physical attack, the mental stress he'd taken on thinking, dreading that Kendall and Rose were in trouble too. That he couldn't protect Saoirse when he was her captain and---the logical part of him knew that titles meant nothing, that he would have been forced into that white van even if he'd continued to fight, but it just---his decisions and actions weighed heavily on him, even if things had turned out all right.

Thomas dropped his gaze for a moment, but then peered over to the bag of food. It amused him that Kendall had brought comfort food, but he wasn't sure how his stomach could handle it. He rubbed his hands together, trying to think about anything but what had happened and the slight nausea that had overcome him.

"Did you pick up any new players?"

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kjbroadmoor
2013-03-25 11:29 pm UTC (link)

"As long as we are old and grey together." Kendall said with a small laugh, a smile gracing his lips for the first time.

Kendall rubbed his hand over his head and down the back of his neck. Honestly, he hadn't even thought of the Wanderer's, although it was definitely something he needed to stop putting off he planned to have a decent team to work with by the time preseason started. Just like Thomas to get straight to business.

"Oh yea. I've learned to be productive all on my own in the past couple of days. I haven't had a single slice of pie, went for a run." He kicked his chair back on its hind legs. The more time that passed sitting in the room, the better he felt. And the awkwardness he felt when he first arrived was fading away. "Soon I might even move out of your guest room."

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thomases
2013-03-27 05:22 pm UTC (link)

Thomas grinned, "That's very impressive, but...who will cook my dinner?"

He'd been concerned about his friends' well-being when he'd awoken and had been assured over and over again by the healers and his family that everyone was all right. It didn't matter to Thomas until he saw them, and he was glad that Kendall only looked a bit rattled. He could understand that, of course, as Thomas was sure he would've gone mad if either Kendall or Rose had gone missing, but all the same. He was relieved, and thankful that Kendall was managing to keep the lighter tone with him.

"I was going to ask my parents to bring in the pitch blue prints," Thomas said, picking at a thread in the blanket that was draped over his legs, "But then I thought my sister might get a hold of it and I'd lose all creative control."

He lifted a hand and waved it dramatically, "It would end up in Pride purple and gold and I'd have to burn it down after opening day."

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flower
2013-03-25 04:48 pm UTC (link)

They had been given plenty of lingering time, to which Rose had been surprised by her own patience concerning this waiting game of seeing, being able to have visual confirmation of, Thomas. But if the Healer's, and his family, thought it best to decrease the flow of people going into his room, then so be it. She could wait, she would wait in this waiting room for weeks if she had to. No different than last time, except she was allowed to be here now, along with a select other few.

And then, before she knew it, she was walking into his room, her mouth twitched into a small, small smile as she quietly closed the door behind her. Rose rested back on it, eyes locked on Thomas as she suddenly she felt overcome at the sight of him. Like this. Here, and with all that had happened... her head tilted sadly as she took his form in, and her words felt caught in her throat. She swallowed to dislodge them.

"Hi."

Her voice came out strangled, eyes already begrudgingly watering. She had told herself that she wouldn't cry, that it would be selfish to do so in front of him, but the relief and happiness that came with seeing Thomas, blinking and breathing, was too much to contain. Rose shook her head, and quickly slipped one of her hands out from behind her to effectively clear her eyes. Swallowing again, she shook her head.

"Hi," Rose produced again, a much better attempt at sounding clearer, or at least not such a total mess from the past thirty-six hours.

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thomases
2013-03-25 08:54 pm UTC (link)

He had sorely missed Rose and the feeling had not truly encompassed him until he laid eyes on her. Thomas' surprised expression cracked and he ducked his eyes to keep his breaths even. Seeing her safe and okay gave him true confirmation that his captors hadn't followed through on their threats, that she and Kendall were both okay and maybe he and Saoirse going along with them had done some good. The fear they'd instilled in his heart had startled him to his core and he was just managing to begin to shake away the fear.

Thomas looked back up at her and raised a weary hand, "You've got something in your hair," he said, noticing the twists of color throughout her hair. They must have been remnants of her trip and Thomas' shoulders dropped, "I'm sorry you cut your holiday short."

His lips pulled back after the light comment, the words feeling heavier than he'd meant for them to be. Rose had needed her time to recuperate after a rough few months, and all he'd managed to do was add more onto the pile. Thomas let out a shaky breath and pushed himself back against the headboard to take the weight off his elbows, unable to look her in the eye again.

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flower
2013-03-26 12:32 am UTC (link)

Her hand wandered toward her hair, fingers twisting through it briefly before remembering... that she had completely forgotten how ridiculous she must look. In the past month she had managed to braid and entangle whatever she could into it, flowers, beads, feathers, because she could and it had been fun. Axe had tried his very best to make her feel silly about it, but decorating it had been far too freeing for her to take anything he said about it seriously.

"They're... beads and feathers. Got a bit carried away," she let out, hand moving to press into the side of her head in something of an abashed manner. The small laugh caught at the ends of her mouth stayed there once Thomas spoke of her holiday, and Rose frowned. That wasn't... he didn't need to feel sorry about that. She shook her head.

In the short time that had passed, her feet had carried her closer to him, so she easily sat down on the edge of his bed, facing him. Rose noticed Thomas had gone back to avoiding her gaze, as she thought he would, so she inched a bit closer to him before speaking agin.

"That's not important," she said, pressing her lips together. "Always more time for things like that." And it was true, time was the one thing that they all had an abundance of, thanks to magic, so it wasn't... there was no need for him to be sorry.

Did he feel sorry because he felt guilty? Rose looked at Thomas carefully, hoping to discern a clue from within the lines of his face. She knew how heavily he could shoulder burdens that didn't need to be, and it pained her to think that he felt responsible for... putting her out of her way, or forcing her to do anything that she didn't want to.

"I'm just happy you're back." Her hands uncurled themselves from each other in her lap, and slowly, Rose slipped one toward his own. Her fingers brushed his tentatively, to not startle him, then moved to lace through his gently.

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thomases
2013-03-27 04:43 pm UTC (link)

He nodded quickly, maintaining his downward gaze as he gripped Rose's hand tightly. Thomas couldn't--the squibs hadn't done anything worse than what they'd done last time, they hadn't managed to block his magic, but Thomas felt just as shaken. They'd invaded his privacy so deeply, they knew things from his personal life that he'd never had thought could be used against him in such a way. His friendship with Kendall, his feelings for Rose, it---Thomas had never felt such vulnerability and it startled him to the core. If anything had happened to Rose because of him, if anything ever happened to her---

Ungracefully, Thomas pulled Rose toward him to throw his arms around her in as strong of an embrace as he could manage. The fear of losing her engulfed her once again and Thomas let out some heavy breaths to try and maintain his composure. He didn't know what he would do with his life without Rose in it, she'd been there since day one, his first moments in Hogwarts and she was by his side through everything since, it---he didn't know how to truly function without Rose Knightley.

"I thought I'd never see you again," he let out hoarsely, revealing his true fears. Their escape had gone smoothly, but what if their captors had reacted too quickly? What if they'd gone after their loved ones because he and Saoirse managed to make a getaway? When he'd awoken the first thing he'd asked was if they were all right, if Rose was---Thomas shut his eyes, unsure if he could let her go.

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flower
2013-03-31 04:18 pm UTC (link)

As she pressed her chin into Thomas' back, Rose felt her eyes begin to water again, and it was much more difficult to withhold them. She hadn't been sure--- the healers had said he and Saoirse had returned relatively unharmed (save for Thomas' wound), but that didn't mean... she had been concerned that this time around, something worse than loosing magic might happen, or...

She had refused to entertain the idea that Thomas wouldn't return, but that still... it was difficult to... Rose swallowed the heavy lump forming in her throat, and wrapped her arms around Thomas tighter instead of letting this trail of thoughts continue. What mattered, now, was that he had been returned safe, and he was walking, and talking, and breathing, and would overcome this scare just like he had before. But no matter how firmly Rose believed that, she couldn't quite shake these leftover emotions from all the what-if wonders within the past few days. Clutching Thomas fiercely, her hands moved to hold up the sides of his face. She pulled way just enough to look at him fully, sad but determined.

"You and me? Us?" Rose started, wishing her voice sounded less sobish. Her hands moved again, to help ensure that he would actually be looking at her when she spoke. "We would never end like that." She nodded her head, more for Thomas or for herself, she wasn't exactly sure, but that was necessary to establish nonetheless. "Okay?"

Without waiting for him to respond, Rose quickly pulled Thomas back to her, and she continued to ramble over his neck. "That's not how it's supposed to go, we're supposed to grow very old and judge everyone and each other while doing so, so---" She cut herself off, unwilling to speak any further. He would understand, they always understood each other.

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Saoirse!

superbad
2013-03-26 07:27 pm UTC (link)

There were quite a few things going through Louis' mind, first and foremost that he did not belong here, as a person waiting to see Saoirse Mullet. They were friendly, yes, he was concerned about her well-being, absolutely, but. Hospital visits always seemed rather personal, especially when it was just yourself and the patient. He didn't think she'd appreciate hearing how concerned he'd been for her, but he had another, more important to be here than simply making sure with his own eyes that Saoirse was fine.

"Sorry to---interrupt," Louis said from the door, feeling rather foolish standing there with flowers in his hand. There hadn't been any time to chose a gift carefully as he'd basically been bum-rushed from his sister's flat. He put the flowers behind his back and stepped forward, his free hand going out to Saoirse, "You look well, I'm---glad to see that!"

Oh, hell. Louis swallowed deeply and came forward a bit, "Are you up for visitors? I can leave, I---I can leave you alone if you wish."

Though, he really couldn't, as he had a message from a particular family member of Saoirse's that Louis had not known to be a family member of hers until she had gone missing, and was now playing messenger for said family member. It was all very confusing and Louis would rather not be in the middle of things, but--he owed it to his friends. "Would you like me to leave?"

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mullets
2013-03-27 05:41 pm UTC (link)

Saoirse couldn't help but feel like she was missing something upon the appearance of Louis Bonaccord in her hospital room. What was he... her brow rose in genuine surprise as he walked in, and any sense of confusion within her was quickly pushed aside by her sheer... astonishment? Shock? No, just simple surprise. She had never thought, nor assumed that he thought, or cared, for her enough to constitute a visit like this, here.

And with flowers? Her eyes tightened as she caught a sight of them briefly behind his back, but chose not to react to them any further than that. Perhaps he felt poorly concerning the now apparently attention-worthy story surrounding her and Thomas, and felt... sympathy? Saoirse pushed her palms down on the mattress, shifting herself up into a proper sitting position. That sounded asinine, even within the confines of her own mind.

It was, most likely, and more honestly, just another recognition of how differently they had viewed their acquaintanceship over the years. Friendship? Saoirse frowned, finding even now it was difficult to discern between the subtle competitiveness Slughorn had driven between them.

Had something happened to Professor Slughorn? Saoirse shook her head, feeling herself sit at much more attentiveness than before.

"You came to see me," she said slowly, pointedly, thinking that if he didn't want to be here, then he shouldn't have come, no matter what obligation he felt was hanging over him.

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superbad
2013-03-29 09:33 pm UTC (link)

"I did," he said with a nod, knowing that this would have gone over much more smoothly if he had joined a group of visitors than simply strolling in on his own. He believed Saoirse to be a friend, whether that be because he had so scare of an amount of people he could call that or because he honestly felt that way was still undecided. In any case, he was glad that she had been returned safely, and had not been surprised that she and McCormack had managed to escape on their own.

Louis had subconsciously managed to move himself closer to Saoirse, and by this point it was more than obvious that he was hiding flowers behind his back. His sheepish grin was accompanied by a clearing of his throat and he handed her the flowers, hoping that they weren't too bland, plain, or boring. "For you."

That wasn't all that he had for her, but how could one possibly casually bring up the fact that her estranged brother was actually one of their good friends? Louis had not made the connection that Ronan Mullet was indeed Saoirse's muggle brother because outside of the fact of the stark blonde hair they both possessed, they lived two vastly different lives. Louis had only even met the bloke after inserting himself into a muggle summer session course a few years back. Mullet was a popular Irish last name, wasn't it?

"This may sound strange," Louis said, unsure what to do with his hands now that they were free. He scratched the back of his head and looked about the room before he finally landed on Saoirse again. "But---a little while back, I didn't know at the time, but I befriended your---brother. Ronan."

He nearly wanted to wince, ready for a strike of something from the girl, but Louis continued quickly, "And he's quite concerned about you and wishes to meet up. He just very recently informed me he'd figured out I was magical. You Mullets are observant, it seems."

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mullets
2013-03-31 04:40 pm UTC (link)

Saoirse had been in the midst of inspecting these flowers with the best casually meticulous gaze and grip she had when Louis uttered a name she quite thought she would never hear out of anyone else's mouth but her own. Ronan? She stopped pushing around the individual flowers in the bouquet to look up at Louis intensely. Her twin brother, and Louis Bonaccord. A startlingly unaccepting muggle and a pureblood Slytherin.... she wasn't quite sure what to focus on more; how absurd it was that they were friends, or, that it was within the realm of her life that this had happened.

But, there was really no time to dwell on this new connection, because a more important, more significant piece of news was brought to attention that distracted all else from her thoughts. Not only had Ronan... he was quite concerned? Her brow furrowed as Saoirse dropped her hard gaze away from Louis for a moment.

How would he even... she supposed that wasn't a fair question, for despite not having talked to her twin in over two years, she knew his double major and which dormitory he was currently living in. So... Saoirse placed the flowers on the side of her bed, no longer wishing to be holding something in her hands. Instead, she kept a stoic face and straightened her back as she internally worked over all the questions, demands, and inklings to appear as unsettled as possible.

Her twin's interest in her changed nothing, over what had happened through all these years. Why should a mishap concerning her life deter him from his true feelings about her? It was merely a lapse, a weakness in a fault of how he felt, and she truly did not have it within her to go through being pushed away from him again because of who she was. Deciding upon this, and holding onto it, Saoirse brought her gaze back up to Louis to produce a steely response.

"You can tell him I do not want to see him," she said plainly, little emotion having broke out onto her face through her quiet pause before finally responding to him.

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