lesliethompkins | Dispel The Darkness

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Dispel The Darkness

Hope for the best, expect the worst. It's one of the many valuable lessons Leslie has learned over the years. Taught by her father, reinforced by experience. She had hoped the bomb delivered maliciously to the clinic would not be an indication of things to come. Somehow she knew that wouldn't be the case.

A week later, there are three patients in residence. Black Mask has had his revenge. Leslie and a select few are left to pick up the pieces.

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"Oh God."

At first is might seem like a bad thing, with the words she choses and the tears sliding from beneath her lids that she can't stop but John would realize she's relieved. "John..."

"It's all right luv." He gripped her hand tighter for a moment. He's had a shit track record with protecting some people, he's glad he's got this one covered.

"It was the least I could do, it was a largish favor you did for me after all."

It frustrates her that she can't get out of this bed right at the moment. It is one of many, many things that she would rather were some other way but are not. She's always been someone who attempts to demonstrate her feelings with actions and she's hampered right now.

"If she ever wakes up, I'll find a way to explain it to her."

"Not sure there's anyone home t'talk to luv. We could take a look sometime if you want." The Dreamtime connects you to everything, they might be able to find the person that should be in that body.

"Maybe sometime."

The prospect that there isn't anyone there anymore at all is something that shakes her deeply and she's not sure she wants to face it. That complete of a failure on her part would be hard to swallow.

For some reason the entire story is sitting in her mouth, wanting to be told, knowing John would be able to handle it without taking it onto himself.

He's had that look many times where he's tried so hard to do something only to find out it had gone to hell...sometimes literally.

"Hope's a good thing, delusions aren't Pretty Kitty. Tell me about her an maybe I'll know better if it'd work."

"She was happy. She was happy with her husband and they came to visit me." There is obviously a knife twisting in her at the words, "He captured her and killer her husband. Tortured her. Made her..." Selina chokes on the word for a moment, gagging, ".... eat parts of him."

"She'd been a nun. A peaceful woman, a kind and loving soul." Because Selina had protected her. Maybe when she should have let her harden more.

Her story makes him think of Anne Marie, it's funny how someone like Selena has so many similar things in her life at times. How many people had died just for knowing him? How many people had gotten early graves for daring to be his friend?

"An what did the doctors say was the reason she didn't wake up?" Because if it was the impact of the torture and not physical there might be a hope.

"They never seemed sure. Probably shock since nothing seems to be wrong with her physically." Selina curls up on her side as best she can manage which is mostly not at all. Her hold on John's hand doesn't change.

He used his other hand to push her hair away from her face while he thought over the different things that could be wrong with her sister.

"Could just be doesn't want t'see anymore, sort of the ultimate psychic shell shock. Could be she's in there, could be she's not. But you'll never know until you try."

Selina smiles at him when he pushes her hair out of the way before she nods in response.

"Maybe. Sometime." A small pause, "Later."

She's not up to that right now.

"All the time in the world luv." He liked to see that smile so he smoothed her hair again and wondered when one of her uptight friends was going to kick him out.

Selina's surprised that Alfred or Bruce hasn't made their way in yet. As it is, she's trying to relax as best she can manage.

"Close your eyes an rest luv. I can promise it'll be without dreams for now. Until you heal up a bit anyroad." He traced symbols lightly against the skin of her forehead with the tip of his finger.

There is a sharp cleaning of the throat from behind him. Leslie is naturally protective of her patients. Those in serious condition even more so.

She's never encountered this man before and is naturally suspicious of his intentions, his fingers still on her face. "I'm sorry but visiting hours are over."

"An right on schedule the concerned friends t'kick me out Pretty Kitty." The last symbol is sketched on her forehead. She'll sleep without dreaming until she's strong enough to face them.

Selina can feel the sleep settling in on her almost as a side effect, "John... Leslie..." A small pause, "No fighting. Please."

"I'm not here t'fight Pretty Kitty, sleep now." The way he eyed the Doctor said he'd be happy to though.

Looks far worse than his she's withstood for years. Out of respect for Selina and her wishes though, she remains silent but watchful.

"He's a friend, Leslie. And...." Selina yawns widely and glares at John just a little as she's drifting into sleep. "And he helped Maggie..."

Leslie doesn't entirely let down her guard but the mention of this man in benevolent connection to Selina's sister causes her expression to somewhat soften. Which means she won't be showing him the door right this very second.

"Rest, dear. We can talk some more later."

As much as she'd rather not, Selina is having wakefulness pulled from her fingers. Her eyes slide closed, her grip on John's hand going lax.

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He set her hand back on her bed and stood up.

"She won't dream for a bit, should wear off about the time her body can handle it again." He didn't want anyone freaking out if she had abnormal brain scans.

"How's the Prat?" He made a flapping bat with his hands knowing if he wasn't hurt or working he'd be right beside Selena right now.

She regards him dubiously. "Command over the dreams of another is an impossible task."

At least in the scientifically oriented mind of this particular doctor it is.

"Consider it power of suggestion if it makes you feel better Sunshine." How he hates the rigid scientific minds he keeps coming across.

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