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wickerpark2017-08-13 10:32 pm
maskofhearts) wrote in wickerpark2017-08-13 10:32 pm
Come what may....
Hadyn had hardly left his son's side since Oliver had brought him home. He'd not seen the boy's eyes open in the time since, either. Coma, the doctor said, was a mixed blessing- it would allow the boy to heal without him suffering through the worst of the pain. But the longer it went, the doctor also said, the less likely that his eyes would open. Thus far it had been 2 weeks, 2 very long and exhausting weeks. Jordan had of course come, it had been his brother who had first managed to pull him away- partly on Elisha's insistence that he needed to go sleep....that nothing would happen while he slept. Afterward, the brothers had sat and quietly discussed the hunt for the people behind this attack.
Jordan was doing what Hadyn could not, at the moment- hunting down not just those responsible, but everyone who had a hand in this malicious act...and their families. Hell, he thought, would rain down of the Clubs once he found them. Even if Elisha cautioned him, promised he would find the man or woman responsible and deal with it accordingly. Hadyn also suspected that Oliver and Sarah were working to uncover it with Carlos' help as well- given the three of them after seemed to meet up to speak in hushed voices. Gael Shaw, at least, seemed uninvolved and relegated to merely delivering the man food and coffee with a bit of idle conversation to go with it.
Today had been much the same as other days, at least until Oliver showed up and all but pushed Hadyn out of the make shift hospital room to sleep or eat...or do anything that didn't involve staring helplessly at his comatose son and trying to will him to wake. A part of him, even, was a little grateful. He hadn't said as much, but rather put a hand on Ollie's shoulder and nodding slowly before moving out of the room and across the hall to a door that lead out into a small courtyard in the castle. It was there he sat, instead, as the smoke from a cigarette curled up around him...staring at the wall across the way instead of his son.
Jordan was doing what Hadyn could not, at the moment- hunting down not just those responsible, but everyone who had a hand in this malicious act...and their families. Hell, he thought, would rain down of the Clubs once he found them. Even if Elisha cautioned him, promised he would find the man or woman responsible and deal with it accordingly. Hadyn also suspected that Oliver and Sarah were working to uncover it with Carlos' help as well- given the three of them after seemed to meet up to speak in hushed voices. Gael Shaw, at least, seemed uninvolved and relegated to merely delivering the man food and coffee with a bit of idle conversation to go with it.
Today had been much the same as other days, at least until Oliver showed up and all but pushed Hadyn out of the make shift hospital room to sleep or eat...or do anything that didn't involve staring helplessly at his comatose son and trying to will him to wake. A part of him, even, was a little grateful. He hadn't said as much, but rather put a hand on Ollie's shoulder and nodding slowly before moving out of the room and across the hall to a door that lead out into a small courtyard in the castle. It was there he sat, instead, as the smoke from a cigarette curled up around him...staring at the wall across the way instead of his son.