Mortal Hospitals

Anatkah moved her head slightly so that she could look at him with raised eyebrows. Half of her face was covered in gauze and she couldn't see him all that well, but she could see that he'd realized that it was a bad question as soon as he'd asked it. "Like hell," she growled. "Just you get pushed into traffic by a kid you were only trying to help and see how it feels." She struggled to sit up, but couldn't and fell back, breathing hard. "Anyway, I'm fine now. You're here, so that makes things a lot better." She was trying to please him with that one. In truth, she was still too numb to feel much of anything.

Anatkah shook her head and a "No!" slipped out faster than she'd intended. "Dem, I deserve this far more than you or anyone else that I can think of off the top of my head, minus Clytemnestra." She paused for a moment, the effort of speaking had exhausted her. She'd broken ribs and her forearm, had spinal damage, and she couldn't remember anything of her life before she came to Camp. She didn't want to be alone in this strange place.

"I've killed people; I deserve this," Anatkah growled. "And don't tell me I don't, I know it's true." She closed her eyes briefly, then opened them up again. "Why do you cut me so much slack?" she asked. Her eyes were cloudy with confusion and her voice sounded of bewilderment. "I don't deserve you."

"Yea? You were asleep, Dem. You didn't know what you were doing. It wasn't your fault." Anatkah sighed. "I meant to kill. I intended to kill the Russian... and I killed Erin. Again, I knew exactly what I was doing." For that was the only thing she could remember from her past. Erin. She'd killed him, but that was all. Why? Who had he been to her? Why did his name seem so important to her?

Anatkah frowned, but she knew that it was true. "I should have died," she said flatly. "I should be dead with them. I should be in Punishment where I belong."

Anatkah looked at him with faint amusement. "You think I'll be lucky enough to get Asphodel?" she asked him with faint scorn in her voice. "C'mon, Dem. Your love won't save me from what I deserve. But I'm not going to die, not now." She smiled rather grimly. "I have no intention of dying any time soon."

Anatkah closed her eyes. The effort of a single conversation with him had left her completely drained. Unable to keep her eyes open, she passed out from lack of energy.

Anatkah heard sobbing in the hallway and knew without anyone telling her that it was Demetrius. The sobs turned to mournful screaming that gradually got quieter as the minutes stretched on. Then it was gone and she got the feeling that he was gone too. She felt a tear running down the side of her face and squeezed her eyes tightly shut. What had happened to her to make her so hard and cold? For the life of her, she couldn't remember... and some part of her was unsure as to whether or not it wanted to.

An hour passed an I hadn't returned. Then two, then three. Soon enough twenty four hours had gone by and I was still gone.
A doctor walked into Anatkah's room, and went on and on about some of the damage, then began to talk about how she needed open heart surgery or whatever. It was a drastic change of subjects.

Anatkah stared blankly at the ceiling. "Do what you see fit," she said in a voice of deadly calm. "I just don't care anymore.


ooc: ack, sorry this took me so long!

They took her away to surgery. The open heart surgery when very smooth and she was quickly returned after only three hours. Although, Demetrius still wasn't back.

When Anatkah was taken back, she promptly passed out. The surgery might have been smooth, but she was worried sick and was kicking herself for her actions. She fell victim to shattered, lonely dreams.

The morphine didn't help though, and Anatkah came out of the dream screaming. Her own voice hurt her ears, hurt her throat. She shut up and lay there helplessly.

ooc: oops. now she's gonna get an addiction.. xD

OOc oh wow xD
BIC "Doctor! We need some help in her!" she gave her some medication to calm her

Anatkah tried to limply paw them away, but it didn't work. They injected her with more morphine and she passed out again.

The doctors left. By then, Demertius's flowers had wilted. And since Dem wasn't back, there was no one to replace them.

Anatkah woke up. Where was Demetrius? Had he left her for good this time? She knew that she deserved it, knew that she was a b!tch to him, but she still hoped. Stifling a sob because she knew that tears would do her no good, she tried to empty her mind. The nurse had given her a shot of something... what was it? It had taken the pain away.