Hospital, Bristol, Monday

[chosehumanity]

Early that morning, George had offered to get Annie a taxi. "Oh, no need," she'd said, and vanished before his very eyes; supposedly, back to the house, to see if the Door was still there. Which left George sitting at Mitchell's bedside, fidgeting, and watching the nurses argue about the heart monitor.

They were still pinning that on a possible defect in the system, but they were going to catch on sooner or later.

As the day progressed, he might have gone out to get some coffee occasionally, but mostly he spent his time here, watching Mitchell lie there, motionless, confounding the doctors. Apparently, his body hadn't forgotten how to simulate breathing just yet.

And because it wasn't enough of a clusterfuck yet, the hospital sent in a vicar later into the Monday evening, too, which was really complicated to deal with.

[[ for anyone who has reason to be in this Bristol hospital room any time today. spoilers for Being Human 1x06 likely if there are any comments. ]]

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[vanillajello]

"That'd be me," Kate said, quietly, as if she didn't want to bother him too much. She put her hand lightly on his arm again. "Still here."

[chosehumanity]

"Whas--" Mitchell blinked a few times. "What's... going on?"

[vanillajello]

"Nothing much." That was a lie of sorts, yes. "Jack... was telling me about what would make you better."

[bitten_notshy]

There was no comment from Jack, just a worried and somewhat guilty look as he tried to hang back.

He wasn't going to argue about this.

... yet.

[OOC: I can kindasorta use a proxy, but consider this an estabishy ping.]

[chosehumanity]

"I can't make new blood," Mitchell said, sluggishly. He wasn't sure what she was getting at, exactly, but he was starting to form ... an idea he wasn't too happy about. "Kate?"

[vanillajello]

Kate fidgeted, stroking his arm a few times. "And you need it, from a person," she said. In case he didn't know that yet. "And George can't provide, and Jack can't, so..."

So.

[chosehumanity]

That's what he'd been afraid of.

"Kate, no," Mitchell said, but it sounded more like a whisper, or at least nowhere near as vehement as he'd been trying to make it. "I don't want you getting involved in any of this."

Sometimes, he could be the grown-up. And sometimes, he had a lot of memories to deal with.

[vanillajello]

"Because I'm so not involved yet?" Kate wondered. The dry, sarcastic tone wasn't really there, but the thought of it was. "Mitchell, I want to help."

And this was the first thing that had presented itself as something that could stop her feeling so damn helpless.

[chosehumanity]

"Then look after George," he said, shifting to get upright. "I don't know how much I'll be able to control myself, and I'm not taking that risk." (Somewhat uncharitably, he found himself thinking, I'm not bloody Sebastien, but he shoved that thought away because it wasn't the point.)

[vanillajello]

Some part of Kate was relieved at his reaction. Some other part was less so. Still, she'd leave further arguing to Jack. Probably.

"Then what the fuck are you gonna do?" she asked, drawing her hand away, frowning at him. "I don't think you should move."

No, that didn't have much to do with anything other than her concern for him.

[bitten_notshy]

"There's never going to be a safer situation," Jack muttered, mostly to the draperies because he expected it to be ignored. But still. It was a hospital. There were other people around. Mitchell wasn't pinning some girl down in an alley.

But Mitchell wasn't Sebastien, and he wasn't about to argue with another vampire's pride. Even if it seemed more than half likely to kill him.

[chosehumanity]

"I don't know. I'll figure something out."

Mitchell shot Kate a vaguely belligerent look, if tempered by his condition, but he stopped moving and slid back under the covers.

[vanillajello]

Kate just rolled her eyes at that look, but at least she didn't try tucking him in or anything.

"You'll figure something out," she repeated, sounding like she doubted that. "Really."

[chosehumanity]

"Yeah." His eyes shut, but he wasn't out yet. "I don't want to see you getting hurt," he muttered. "I'm sorry about being a bit crap."

[vanillajello]

Kate sighed and wrapped her arms around herself. "Hmh." Well, she was starting to be out of words, now. It had been a long evening, and her voice was quiet. "But I don't want to see you hurting, either."

[chosehumanity]

"Didn't make it to 120 by dying in every scrape I've gotten into." A little white lie. That was teacherly, wasn't it? If he could send her off back to Baltimore with at least a little hope.

[vanillajello]

Too teacherly for her taste. "Doubt this is exactly a scrape." Also, she was so not leaving until things... resolved themselves. One way or the other.

[chosehumanity]

"I'll be fine." Which was about the most classic white lie ever invented, wasn't it?

[vanillajello]

Yeah, that was a lie. "That's my line," Kate remarked, a little softer. "You should rest."

[chosehumanity]

"Mhm." Honestly, it was hard to keep a hold of consciousness as it was. The word 'rest' was all he needed to hear, and then he was drifting off again, quietly.

[vanillajello]

And that, after a moment of just standing there watching him, was Kate's cue to wander a little further away again, sitting down heavily in a chair by the wall.

She'd probably still be right there in the morning.