Can't Wait to Go Home || Westley

[Katyusha Chernenko]

велике спасибі The sky outside was starting to turn from blue to orange. Katyusha was puzzled. Was it really that late? Her shift started shortly after the sun rose, and now it's already afternoon. The woman adjusted her buttons as the elevator she had been waiting for arrived. Katyusha pushed the empty wheelchair into it and pushed the button for the ground floor. This was her last shift before weekend started. Which means there would be time to relax and try a new recipe or finish her knitting. Or maybe... she could call her mother. Sure the woman had been estranged since the nurse's childhood due to their clashing personalities, but she's still her family. After she had reconnected with Ivan and Natalya, Katyusha wanted to mend the relation between her and their mother. Maybe she could take a short vacation soon and fly back home. Once the elevator arrived at her destination, she returned the wheelchair back and went to check the patients outside the examination room. There were about seven people waiting to be called, their faces lifted in a hopeful manner when she appeared with a map. A bit further than them was a lone blond boy. Katyusha's eyes were fixed on him when she called the first patient. The boy looked sickly. Until the last patient entered the examination room, he was still there. Alone and seemingly unaccompanied. It saddened her seeing such a young person being alone and unhealthy. The Ukrainian woman had been there for a while, but she saw nobody talked to him. Feeling a bit worried, Katyusha let another nurse - who just emerged from the ER - took over her duty and approached the boy. Her shift was already over anyway; she had the rest of the day for herself. "Hello," she greeted him softly. "Are you waiting for someone?"

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[Westley Walters-Kirkland]

Wes wheezed, straining to keep himself calm as he continued to force himself to breathe. It was dull work, and seemed rather thankless in the scheme of things. He was breathing, it was the reason that he was conscious, but it just felt like he was mindlessly sucking down oxygen without really filling his lungs.

It had happened in the middle of a lecture, Wes simply sitting back in his seat as a faint pain pulsed in his chest. He had ignored it, quickly brushing it off as something strange but unimportant. Yet the pain gradually grew worse, and his chest began to tighten. His wheezing began to make itself clear to the rest of the class, and it took not even a minute for the teacher to take notice and step over to inquire what was wrong. From there it had been a quick trip to the office and into an ambulance, time flashing by his eyes as his mind grew faint.

When he had finally arrived his lips were blue, nostrils flared as he struggled to stay conscious. There was pain medication, examinations, and then at last desperation as the doctors realized like all of their predecessors that there was little to do but make him comfortable and hope for it to pass. So the boy lay quietly in bed, oxygen mask over his face as his eyes wearily drifted over the cheery paintings that lined the walls. No one had come with him nor had anyone arrived yet to visit him, and as little as he would like to admit it, the loneliness was far more painful than anything. He was tired, frightened, and wanted nothing more than to have some of his family fuss over him with pillows and hot tea.

For some reason the longer he brooded on it the worse it made him feel, and he welcomed the distraction of the pretty nurse approaching him. "...Hu-.." he tried, quickly giving up and covering his mishap with a soft wave, shaking his head to answer her question. Having given up on speaking he pointed to the clock, the time still early enough in the afternoon that office workers would still be stuck in their cubicles. It was a stretch, but he hoped that she would understand that he meant someone would come a little later. He wouldn't call Kyle just yet, the man had to work a little bit without running off to save him. Just yesterday he had dropped everything to get Kiwi his nebulizer after he had neglected to take his inhaler to school.

[Katyusha Chernenko]

велике спасибі Just exactly as the Ukrainian nurse approached the boy, a woman hurriedly ran from the other side of the hospital. The boy pouted seeing her coming closer, muttering his refusal to go with her. From the woman's words, Katyusha concluded that the boy's mother just given birth. The boy felt that his family had forgotten him, so he went to sulk here. The woman was his aunt, who said she had been looking for him around the whole building. Nevertheless, eventually they both left - the boy was reluctant, but Katyusha had helped his aunt in convincing him. As they were walking away, she heard someone called her name. An ER nurse asked for her help in checking some patients. Thinking that at least she could do a quick check before going home, the nurse agreed. The first patient she greeted was a boy no older than six, accompanied by a teenage girl who seemed to be his babysitter. She explained that he had eaten some parts of his toys and had been vomiting ever since. The treatment he got had stopped it and they were waiting for his condition to improve while checking if the toy's material had done more damage on his body. The second patient was a woman in mid-thirties who fell from her treadmill and injured her shoulder. She greeted Katyusha happily, cracking some jokes despite her injury seemed hurt badly. Soon a man claimed to be her brother came and talked to the woman, giving Katyusha a chance to move to another patient. Then the third patient was a teenage boy. He looked terrible, to say the least. He had been in the ER for a long time, yet no one came to accompany him. Her question of whether he's going to have someone coming soon was answered with a shake of his head. So Katyusha took a chair and glanced at his name. "May I call you Wez... Westley?" she started with a simple question. Obviously he couldn't talk with that oxygen mask on his face. "I can call someone for you, if you allow me."

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[[ OOC: tell me if you have tips about what nurses do because I have no idea thanksss ]]

[Westley Walters-Kirkland]

The Nurse was horridly fetching, with curves he could trace from miles away and a face like the ones so meticulously painted onto a china doll. He fiddled with the straps of the oxygen mask, slipping it back over his head and keeping it in place with his hand. Honestly, a conversation with a pretty lady was the last thing he wanted at the moment, but it was the only thing about to distract him from the ever present pain of when he took a breath. The morphine was helping, but it wasn't enough to completely erase every trace of it. Anyways the television hardly had anything interesting on in the mid afternoon, just dull soaps that made him cringe with second hand embarrassment.

He settled on nodding in response to her question if she could call him directly by name, it wasn't really something that he minded and the thought that they even had to ask confused him. Then again, in some cultures it was rather rude wasn't it? Not here though? Ah...he was a little too woozy to know, pain medication always did seem to take away his concentration.

After a deep breath his hand sagged a little, letting the mask slip down his face so he could speak properly. "It's too early...." The words were whispered, slipping lightly through his lips as if he was holding them tight in his chest from fear that they would simply spill out.

"My brother is at work..."

Brother, it didn't feel odd to suddenly be calling Kyle that when it seemed to come so naturally, only when he stopped to think about it did the phrase seem so out of place. Yet...cousin just didn't feel right rolling off his tongue anymore. He just brushed it off, holding the mask back up to his face and laying back down against his stiff hospital pillow, giving a glance to Kat lazily. She was awfully pretty, his Mum was more so of course but still...

[Katyusha Chernenko]

велике спасибі Another nurse, the one currently on duty, came to check his condition again. Katyusha stepped aside to let her work. Katyusha should be on her way home by now, but she couldn't just left the boy alone. "My brother is at work," she heard his reply. At this hour, Katyusha guessed most office workers were still trapped in their cubicle. Westley was no way would be allowed to leave before his condition improved. She could sense... could feel the pain he was going through just from the way he breathed. Katyusha re-read his profile. The name Kirkland sparked something in her mind. There were several famous and important people in England bearing that last name. Could this boy is a relative of one? The Kirklands had no distinctive physical characteristics whatsoever. The other nurse finished checking Westley's condition and told Katyusha - out of his hearing - that he might have to stay for a few hours until his condition was stable enough to go home and no other complications were found. The Ukrainian assured her that she would stay by his side until someone came to pick him up. Satisfied, she left to check the rest of the patients. She noticed the expression he showed upon seeing the soap opera on the television. Must be a pain watching a boring show when you were sick. Katyusha took the remote control and switched it to a cooking show. A news channel sounded better, yet not all news was a good one. At least all the display of food would not distress the patients further. "You need to stay here for a while," Katyusha told Westley, "so you will still be here by the time he leaves his office. Sooner or later he will know that you are here. Besides, the hospital will notify him anyway."

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[Westley Walters-Kirkland]

It was true, the school had likely notified him immediately that he had been admitted, it was the usual policy places held in such situations. However, Kyle was indeed at work at this time of day and he certainly did not want to drag him away from it for something he considered so petty. It wasn't petty, he knew better, but having his sibling dragged out so often to care for him was slowly starting to churn into guilt. Westley who never felt the slightest bit of discomfort eating someone else's snacks was starting to grow uncomfortable with what he felt was taking advantage of kindness. Kyle hadn't even know that he was in London at first, the Australian had likely not anticipated he would grow to be the Kiwi's primary caregiver.

What had happened to the independent adult he had been these last few years, scraping by with so little and never asking for any real help. As much as he hated to think about it, Wes was certainly beginning to rely on Kyle a little too much. He had gone through this all before, but now even as he knew better than to yearn for his sibling to drop everything for him, he couldn't help but feel unhappy that he hadn't arrived yet.

His eyes drifted back into focus and examined the changed program, the cooking show without a doubt and thankfully more entertaining than the soaps. It was making him hungry though, roast beef and potatoes saturated in fat and butter. He hadn't eaten the sandwich Kyle had made him for lunch had he?

The Kiwi scooted up into an awkward sitting position and glanced at the pretty nurse beside him, casting her a radiant smile. "You wouldn't happen to..." he took a sharp, having started the sentence too strong and neglected to pace himself. "To have juice or water on hand to drink? Am I allowed any? My throat hurts just a bit."

[Kyle Kirkland]

Kyle was looking after a pair of wolves when his phone rang. The poor cubs had been picked up on their way across the channel where they had been destined to become wolf rugs. Both were very hungry and thirsty but it was not anything too serious. After a few days rest Kyle expected they would be well enough to return to mainland Europe where they hailed from and re-join their pack. The phone call had happened as he was checking their paws and he had to duck quickly out of swiping range to answer it. “Kyle here”.

The hospital told him what had happened with Wes. Kyle swallowed down the now familiar rise of panic in his throat and asked if he could come and pick his brother up. They had said yes and implied that when he got there they would have more serious information to discuss. What information that might be was anybody’s guess but since they needed to discuss it face to face it was almost certainly not good.

Fortunately Q was a reasonable enough boss to understand that picking you sibling up from the hospital was a task that could not wait and let him leave. It took Kyle half an hour to drive through London traffic and by the time he parked his fingers had gone completely stiff from gripping the steering wheel. He arrived in the emergency room and was directed up two flights of stairs. From there he found Wes almost immediately, sitting docilely in bed while a nurse with a legendary figure waited beside him. Kyle poked his head around the door and greeted Wes with a gentle insult “Hey there lamb chop. Wagging off school again are yah?”