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17 October 2006 @ 09:22 pm
New York - - New Day Rising...  
Open to pretty much anyone currently in New York

Peter shook the water out of his eyes, trying not to obviously stare up at the large billboard asking people to vote for Nathan.

He also tried not to think of how much that had cost his brother. He had stopped asking Nathan where the campaign money came from a long time ago... it had seemed safer that way.

The sun seemed to be attempting to come out, but Peter knew from experience to really hope for anything other than rain today -- this suited his mood better anyways.

He had to make sure that Mr. Deveaux got all of his medication todya. The person who took over from him on the weekends tended to be a bit more lax in actually doing anything - to some of the extended care nurses from the agency comatose meant dead anyways, and there really wasn't much more that could be done.

Peter sighed a bit, and tried to flag down a cab. Today was another day, and there was always someone else to save... even if he just read about the saving.

((OOC: Anyone can jump in here if they want, feel free to just steer things in the direction they feel best.))

enabling on October 19th, 2006 12:10 pm (UTC)
It'd been a stressful sort of week. Isaac had been more irritable than normal, hadn't wanted to go out, snapped at her whenever he'd had the chance. It meant he was painting, and while she was glad for that — he'd been in a funk the week before, the paintings he'd produced for selling still as beautiful as ever but not enough to sell, not powerful enough to evoke a buyer's interest — it also bothered her. She hated it when he got like this.

So instead she turned her focus back to her father, someone who could not argue and would not make her feel like she was any less wanted than she already was. It was an unfair trade, and being around him when she was in a mood such as her current one did nothing to make her feel better. If anything, it made her worse. But she ignored that, instead sitting by the side of his bed, one of his hands clasped in hers as she spoke in a hushed voice.

"...not sure what keeps me from going on vacation, you know? I have a week coming to me, I've got enough to spare, and God do I need it," she sighed, running her thumb over the top of his hand and letting her head sink forward against her chest. "I trust the nurses to watch you while I'm gone, and you know how hard that is for me. But I just..."
fear_flying on October 19th, 2006 05:50 pm (UTC)
"I trust the nurses to watch you while I'm gone, and you know how hard that is for me. But I just..."

Peter stopped in the doorway, wishing he could pull back but knowing there was no way to do it. He winced a bit as he walked into the room, looking at Simone curiously. He coughed a bit, hoping to get her attention.
enabling on October 19th, 2006 06:46 pm (UTC)
Simone had paused, searching for a way to put her words into thought when Peter had came in. She turned her head at the sound, letting go of her father's hand and putting on a friendly sort of smile instantly. She'd long-since grown accustomed to putting on a front with people.

"You're early," she said with a slightly playful tone.
fear_flying on October 19th, 2006 10:14 pm (UTC)
Peter smiled, his eyes lighting up slightly. "Yeah, well, that just means I could get a bit of extra time with your Dad, here. It's been a bit of a rough week."

The other nurse that had been taking care of the man had indeed, made the week difficult. A few "mix ups" with medication had gotten almost him shuffled around again but they had quickly realized what happened. He knew what he was doing, and the agency knew he was competent. Win for him, in the end.

He started to do his morning routine, then looked up at Simone. She looked almost as wrung out as he felt, and he smiled again, tentatively.

"Hey," he said, reaching out and touching her arm lightly. "You ok?"
enabling on October 19th, 2006 10:19 pm (UTC)
Simone chewed her lower lip, smiling around the little motion and looking up to meet his gaze. The touch, as light as it was, was comforting.

"Yeah, just under a lot of stress with a client," Nevermind that he's my boyfriend, she added inwardly. "Like you said. Rough week."
fear_flying on October 19th, 2006 10:25 pm (UTC)
Peter sighed a bit, trying to ignore the slight dip in his stomach. A week and Nathan was still ignoring him, but that wasn't all that surprising, truth be told.

"Well, maybe it will get better soon, right?"
enabling on October 19th, 2006 10:41 pm (UTC)
"Yeah, maybe," she replied, her face moving in a smile. She watched him as he went about his routine, having watched it so many times by him and the others that she probably could have been her father's caretaker herself.

But Peter.. Peter was different. He had such a focused, sincere desire to help, whereas the last few nurses had only gone through the motions. Simone sat back until her posture was straight, trying to focus more on the actions and less on the man himself.
fear_flying on October 19th, 2006 10:48 pm (UTC)
Peter felt Simone's eyes on him and tried not to let it affect what he was doing. It was hard to focus with everything that had been going on... he wanted to tell Simone about the dream he'd been having, too, in hopes that she would believe him where Nathan hadn't.

He inwardly snorted a bit. Yeah. Like that would happen.

He caught the time after a few more minutes passed in silence, and turned to her a bit confused. "Shouldn't you be at work by now?"
enabling on October 19th, 2006 10:57 pm (UTC)
"Oh, no, I've actually got the next few hours free," Simone said, moving her eyes back to her father. The idea of continuing on with the "conversation" she'd been having before Peter had showed up seemed a bit too weird, but the thoughts were still circling around in her head, a dull sort of ache she wanted to talk about, be rid of.

Simone looked up again, pushing her emotions to the back burner. "I'm not in your way or anything, am I? I can go."
fear_flying on October 19th, 2006 10:59 pm (UTC)
Peter looked over at her sharply with the last comment.

"No, no. There's really not that...much I have to do." The last part of the sentence was a little quiet as Peter realized what, exactly, he was saying. It really wasn't that his job was hard -- it was helping the living that was difficult.

"If you want to talk, you can you know..." Though, whether he was refering to talking to him or to her father, even Peter wasn't overtly sure about.
enabling on October 19th, 2006 11:01 pm (UTC)
Simone gave a silent laugh, a little embarrassed that he'd managed to pick up on that. "You heard, huh?"
fear_flying on October 19th, 2006 11:05 pm (UTC)
Peter shrugged. "It's not really all that abnormal, you know. Most people do it." Again, his voice quieted, went a little softer. "It helps, in the end, even if it is really hard."

Peter hadn't started working in this field of nursing until after his own father had died. He'd found it kind of carthartic in an odd way.
enabling on October 19th, 2006 11:10 pm (UTC)
Something about the soothing tone tugged hard at her heartstrings, and Simone had to close her eyes to keep herself in check. God, but she wanted to cry. She hadn't had a good cry over all of it in ages, too busy to feel anything but numbness. That had been the point behind all of it, really. Work hard, don't focus, detach, survive. The last word hurt the most, as it was painfully apparent that by doing numbers one through three, that she would end up being the only one to achieve number four.

"Maybe," she said again. "I just.. don't have a lot of people to talk to, when I can't keep up my poker face." She looked up a little, forcing herself to smile, even if it was a small one. "That's where he was always there for me."
fear_flying on October 19th, 2006 11:14 pm (UTC)
Peter tilted his head, and looked across the bed at the woman. She was older than him, that much he knew, but she looked so...pained right now.

"Peter...Your father. He's...had a heartattack."

He'd blinked at his mother at the time, confusion on his face. He'd figured that Dad would pull through -- but he hadn't. That had been it for his father.

Simone, through it all, her reaction had been honest and so much better than his own to it. He still hadn't dealt with his father's death -- how could he help someone else deal with the same thing?

"I could...go do some other things for a bit if you want. You could come get me if something seems off."

So he could make things more comfortable. Peter refused to let the bitterness get into him -- he'd turn into all the other people at the agency if he did that.
enabling on October 19th, 2006 11:19 pm (UTC)
Simone shook her head, moving her eyes back to her father again, reaching out to take his hand in her lap once more. "No it's.. it's all right. It's not so important that you should go." She gave a little laugh, brushing her thumb over the back of her father's hand. It was still warm. There was still hope. Always hope. "He'd probably tell me to stop moping anyway. Was always good at pointing out when I was dwelling on things."
fear_flying on October 19th, 2006 11:21 pm (UTC)
Peter smiled a little less bittersweetly.

"It's hard to tell if you're just worried or if things need to be worried about sometimes."

He went back to checking the man's temperature and relaxed a bit more. Just a few more things to do. It was sometimes...easier if the patient was comatose.
enabling on October 19th, 2006 11:27 pm (UTC)
"Isn't that the truth," she agreed, eyes watching him again.

Peter looked so boyish sometimes. It was charming, in the way. She found herself studying him almost too closely when he worked, an old habit from college, noticing the little details. Like when his hair fell into his eyes. On more than one occasion she'd wanted to reach up and push it behind his ear, but the thought of actually doing it made her stomach jump. It's completely inappropriate, anyway. He's my father's caretaker, she thought, shaking her head a little at herself.
fear_flying on October 19th, 2006 11:37 pm (UTC)
Peter jumped a bit at her response having almost not really expected any sort of answer.

He started to put some medication into the IV that stood against the bed, noting down the time as he did so, and then paused a bit.

His eyes had glazed for a moment or two, double vision taking over, and the sensation of flying came back -- seeing a building and then he just shook his head.

"Stupid...dreams." He muttered it, the words almost imperceptible.
enabling on October 24th, 2006 02:59 am (UTC)
"Peter, are you all right?" Simone asked, her voice a little concerned. He'd looked like he was about to faint for a moment. Without another word she stood from her chair.

"Here, sit down, do you need some orange juice or something?"
fear_flying on October 19th, 2006 05:51 pm (UTC)
((OOC: I'm going on vacation for the weekend, so I'll be pretty much afk. I do apologize, but I promise to reply again on Sunday!))
enabling on October 19th, 2006 06:18 pm (UTC)
((no prob, doll!))