for Hex (at St. Bart's A&E)

[offthebeatenpath]

They'd let Jag ride in the ambulance with her, but once at the hospital they'd been separated when she was taken back for triage. The EMTs had given her basic information during the handoff: Emily Fournier, twenty-three years old, with a single gunshot wound to the left hip. Police were en route and would want to speak with her when they could.

Em focused on not crying, practicing meditation patterns to help, and let the nurses or whoever do what they needed to without paying much attention to it herself. She answered their questions as best she could, and tried not to wish too hard that Jag were with her, or that she could be back in Duninnean where she lived with and knew most of the people working in the hospital. Maybe it was good, though, they weren't acting like every second counted, the frenetic energy of some hospital drama on television. She'd been shot, but it was going to be okay.

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[offthebeatenpath]

Em nodded again, slowly. She hadn't talked with the police yet, although they'd wanted to. She wasn't sure how much she'd have to tell them when she did. But with the hints the tarot had been giving her, she wasn't likely to bet on it being a random occurrence.

"The Wheel of Fortune goes down as much as up."

[just_hex]

"Well it's on an upturn now. You're going to have a stay, be treated well, heal up a bit before we let you go. You're going to be just fine in a few days, Em," he assured her.

[offthebeatenpath]

"It could've been a lot worse." Which was one way of agreeing with him. She'd lived too long in the castle not to have some idea how recovery could go.

"Nobody's really a fan of hospitals, though, are they?"

[just_hex]

"No. No one really is," he chuckled, moving back to the head of her bed to push her out on the floor she'd been assigned to.