Difference between revisions of "Log:Bloody Accidents"

23 May, 2018

Weaver comes to make amends with Olivia, and somehow makes things worse.

Riverside Hospital - Residence Wing

After the blowup last night Weaver and Velvet had a long talk. Initially loud and easily listened to from the door it toned down after a while, and the hospital returned to its normal silence. Olivia's passing in and out of sleep was met with a smile from Velvet who apparently stayed the night. By the time morning comes it's Weaver, and it doesn't look like he's much of a morning person. He's passed out in a chair, snoring while he clutches a teddy bear almost as large as his torso. At Olivia's feet that small dog remains, sleeping as deeply as Weaver.

Olivia stayed in bed. If nothing else, she was still tired and run down from the... whatever that was. Velvet's presence seems to be somewhat soothing, and the fitful sleep becomes more relaxed as the evening wears on. With light streaming into the room come morning, Olivia's eyes open slowly and she glances around to see who is present. The dog is still here, and it gets an odd look before she turns her gaze back towards Weaver and the giant teddy bear. She reaches one hand over to press a button on the bed, moving it up into a sitting position slowly.

Weaver was content to sleep the rest of teh day away. Then Olivia moves and the dog yawns. It starts barking incessantly as before, and in turn wakes Weaver up. Whatever he was dreaming about likely wasn't pleasant as he shouts, "Baby, I swear." When it sinks in where he is he blinks a few times over, pulls at the hem of his t-shirt. Beyond that are the jeans and tennis shoes on his feet. "You up?" he asks with a narrowed gaze, "or is this another one where Velvet tries to cut my face off?"

"Oh stop," Olivia says to the dog, nudging it with her foot. "I don't even know why you're here." She looks over towards Weaver as he shouts, one brow rising curiously. "I'm... awake. Not sure I'm allowed to be 'up' yet. And why is Velvet trying to cut your face off?" Pause. "Why is she trying to cut it off more than once?"

"It's complicated," the deadpan look on his face is answer enough for him, and the most he gives as he pushes himself to his feet with a pained grunt. "She considers herself your friend. She wants things to be right, and said I shouldn't just wait." The overlarge bear is offered as he lets out a sigh. "I'm here because you're family, and I care about you. Even if you think I'm somebody else." He's not lying from the sound of his voice, but it's clear he's leaving something out.

"Well that's... good..." she says slowly at the mention of Velvet being her friend. "I mean, isn't that what you were worried about? That we wouldn't be friends?" Olivia looks at the massive bear and stares at it for a moment before reaching out to wrap her arms around it, pulling it in close. It's a little bit odd, but she seems to appreciate it. "I'm not so sure you're somebody else so much as someTHING else. I'm a something else. I never got around to wondering that much about you. Didn't think it mattered," she tries to explain, tucking the bear in beside her and leaning against it comfortably.

"Yes, that was a worry," Weaver admits as he moves to sit on the edge of the bed. "Fucking superficial one if I had to be honest, but you both could easily kill me in a heartbeat." Of that there appears little doubt from him. The dog draws his attention for a moment, and he sneers down at the thing. It whimpers and bounds over to hide by Olivia. "What do you think I am then?"

"I don't think either of us want to kill you." Olivia pulls her feet up, making more room on the bed for him to sit as she watches him. One hand snakes out, gently scratching the dog behind its ears. More of a reflex than anything. His question causes her to purse her lips, thinking for a moment before shaking her head. "I don't know. I'm not sure. I don't THINK I was that high. I didn't FEEL that high. I haven't hallucinated before. I just... I don't know, Weaver."

"I don't think you get your hands on most of what you can get in the hospital. 'Least not usually." There doesn't seem to be much in the way of judgements from him on that matter. "Olivia was here last night and I'm here right now for a reason. Not just because we care about you, but we do. The other is that something caused all that. Because I'm hoping you don't just fucking set shit on fire with a bad dream or sickness." Beat. "Do you?" he asks with a quirk of his brow.

Olivia shakes her head at the question. "That's never happened before, so I'm going to go with 'no,'" she tells him. "It didn't feel like a dream. I don't know how to explain it. It's not like anything I've ever experienced before. And you keep telling me I set you on fire, but I have no memory of doing that. I don't know what's happening to me."

Weaver sighs, and leans back to rest on his hands. "I don't think you did it on purpose. I hope you didn't anyway. I also don't put too much stock in dreams, but that's not the point. Vee thinks your meds might've been messed with or something worse, but I know Masters. I've known him a long time, and he wouldn't fuck me. He and I both know I'd hang his guts from-" He shakes his head. "That's beside the point. At least until you're outta here we're gonna try taking turns watching. If you don't want me inside, though, I can always cop a squat outside."

Her nose wrinkles slightly at the idea of having a babysitter. The thought is not too appealing, it would seem. "Why would someone mess with me? What would be the point of that?" Olivia sighs and leans her head back against the pilllow, looking up at the ceiling. Her fingertips drum slightly on the side of the bed, tapping silently with the pads of her fingers. "How much longer am I going to be in here? Can't I just go home if I've got people watching me constantly? People have oxygen tanks at home all the time."

"All I have to do is call in a favor, and you can be home right now no matter how it's spun." Weaver turns a bit in his seat, and sits up a bit straighter. "Vee and I, we've made our fair share of enemies. Especially me. I know I was an ass growing up, but I've pissed off a lot of people." He chuckles at the thought of it. "Or it could just be somebody with a vandetta agianst you if Vee's theory is right. I'm still gonna stand by something going wrong with your meds since I've never had anyone come after my family, or even try some poisoning kinda shit."

"You already called in a favor, didn't you?" Olivia asks, squinting slightly as she tries to sift through what actually happened and what may have happened. "And I don't think I've pissed THAT many people off. A few, sure. Not anyone that'd want to kill me, I don't think." She shifts in the bed, squirming a little uncomfortably. "Meds haven't done that to me before, but I don't generally have hospital-grade stuff."

"I live in a world of favors and bargains, Liv, and let's leave it at that." Weaver shakes his head, and pulls out his cell phone. "And if you have pissed some people off then that helps. Sorta. If you wanna head back to the hotel we can do that now, or I can have you dropped off anywhere else."

"I don't have anywhere else," Olivia tells him quietly. "I haven't bought a place to live yet. I wasn't really expecting wildfires and hallucinations and explosions and other... less than helpful things." Her fingers shift, pressing into the soft fur of the bear in her arms. "If the hospital isn't safe, though, then why keep me here? I'm not sure how sick I actually am."

"We have no idea of a lead whatsoever if she is right, and I'd rather see if Vee's gut is right or not." Weaver shrugs, and gives Olivia a light tap on the shin. "Worst case is that she's wrong I just have more to pay for the bill. Best case she's right, and there's somebody trying to kill you." He softly smiles, but then amends, "I think I got that backwards, but you know what I mean."

Olivia gives him a somewhat incredulous look. "So you want to use me as bait?" she asks, seeming more than a little skeptical. "Am I understanding that right?" She glances sideways at the dog that's still hovering nearby before looking back towards her cousin. "This is not exactly what I'd planned when you told me I should come home, Weaver. This is precisely the OPPOSITE of what I'd planned."

He lifts his hand, now curled into a fist as he brings out a finger with each mention. "1. If it's related to me better you close to home than in New York. 2. If related to Velvet it's not something that could've been foreseen. 3. If it's to do with you better you here than there. I'd like not to kill someone because they were stupid enough to fuck with you." To that he smiles, more predator than anything mirthful. "And it's not bait if we're here with you. All I ask is that you trust me, and if not me Velvet."

Olivia listens as he lists off the reasons to remain right where she is and she scowls a little bit, not looking terribly pleased at this arrangement. "Still bait," she mutters. "Just because I might not get hurt doesn't mean that I'm not the thing being targeted." She crosses her arms in front of her, sighing heavily before coughing some. "So what am I supposed to do? Sit here and stare at the wall? There's only so much daytime TV drama I can watch, Weaver."

"Like I said, Liv, we can go now. We don't even have to go to the hotel right away. There's this great cafe Vee showed me, and a few places out in Falls too. I'd say we could go to Aspire, but neither of us is in the condition to do that. But, one of us will be watching you. Probably not every exact minute of the day and it doesn't have to be here. "

Olivia rubs at the side of her head and looks around the room. "Well, if I don't NEED to be here, then I'd rather not. But I don't know how sick I am. I don't know how badly I hurt myself." She looks back towards the dog and peers at it, shaking her head a bit. "And isn't this animal belonging to that lady we pulled out of the building? Why is it here?" She leans back, stretching her legs out. "You know current events here better than I do."

"Oh that thing?" Weaver asks with a glare at the dog. He wasn't allowed pets as a kid, and seems to hold a grudge against the animals at this point. "Mrs. Berenson passed, and asked that you look after her babies." He clears his throat then. "The other three didn't make it. The other thing is that the fire's stopped. I know another doctor, the visit at home kind, that can come by and probably will if we're leaving." He then stands up from the bed wit ha grunt. "Vee got you some clothes since they said most of your shit got burned up."

Liv looks at the dog that's sitting with her and rolls her eyes. "Great." She doesn't seem terribly upset by this, but she's not sure she's too enthused by it either. As Weaver gets up onto his feet, she swings her legs over the edge and carefully stands, making sure that her limbs are all still intact and functional. "Clothes?" She thinks for a minute before nodding slowly. "Right... I'm fireproof... clothes aren't."

Weaver nods. "Yes, clothes. You and Vee got really fucked up. She got some burns, but for a shorty she's a lot tougher than she looks." He moves to the chair to grab his jacket, and then looks back over to her with a tilt of the head. "I could probably get somebody to make you some fireproof clothing, but it's really fucking complicated."

"Don't racecar drivers wear fireproof clothes?" Olivia asks, squinting a bit in his direction. "Besides. This is the first time I've needed my clothes replaced because there was too much fire. Which is why I didn't really plan for that level of smoke." She walks around the room carefully, retrieving the small pile of clothes and turning back towards Weaver, waving her arm a bit at him. "I need the IV out. Unless I have to keep it while I'm at home."

"Do you need some help with that?" he asks while crossing the room. He lifts up his hand for a second, and then shakes his head. "I can call in Rhonda to do it, and you can get dressed after that. As a heads up, no smoking for a while. At least until your lungs are working completely correctly. If you do need something that bad I see about getting some pills."

"Well I don't know how to take an IV out." Olivia looks down at her arm, studying the line curiously. "This is new." She looks back over towards him and scowls a bit at the mention of No Smokes, huffing indignantly. "Don't they make like... patches and gum and shit that work better than pills?"

He isn't phased in the least by her huffing. "Yeah, yeah, I've seen you do that for most of your life, and I'm talking about weed. I guess that counts too, but yeah there's patches and all kinds shit. Can probably go by one of the pharmercies to get some of that. As for your IV can't you just, like, yank it outta your arm?" He emulates the motion like it'll make it easier.

"Oh those pi... ooh pills!" Olivia's eyebrows rise slightly as she finally figures out what the heck he's talking about. "Right right, I gotcha." She looks back down at the IV in her arm and turns her arm over a bit, trying to figure it out. "I'm... maybe? I don't know."

Weaver sighs as he starts working into the sleeves of his jacket. Putting it on the jacket still hurts, but he's able to keep it down as he crosses the room. He leans a bit forward, lifting her arm to look it over. "Yeah. This shit's easy." First the tape comes off, and his bedside manner is nothing short of lacking as he yanks it off. Next he grabs the IV itself, and without another word yanks it free of her arm. For a moment he was proud of being right. Then the blood started flowing.

Olivia holds out her arm as he comes over, letting him examine the IV. The tape is disgustingly sticky, but it's supposed to be. There's a slight sting as it's peeled off, and she cringes just a little bit. It's uncomfortable. When he just yanks it out, Olivia yelps a bit and jumps. Everything seems fine, though. For a moment. When she starts bleeding, Olivia slowly lifts her arm up above her head and scowls at him. "Fail."

"Ah fuck, don't you start that shit." Weaver turns to the side, and grabs up her blanket. He tears a long line down the side of it until he hits the end, and then reaches out for her arm. "This should do the trick." He goes about wrapping her forearm in the blanket. It doesn't do much to stymie the bleeding, and in fact has been tied tight enough that Olivia likely feels it start cutting off circulation. "Perfect!" he proudly exclaims.

"YOU'RE the one that made ME bleed!" Olivia points out to him, eyebrows rising sharply. She keeps her arm held up above her head, basic first aid trying to staunch the flow. When he wraps the blanket around her arm, she just stares at him incredulously. "Really? Just... really? We're in a hospital, and you are using a blanket? REALLY?!" Olivia just shakes her head at him, turning to simply press the call bell.

"Yes! Really!" he shouts back. There isn't as much anger as there was from the night before in his voice, just an obvious need to meet her tone with his own. "I was trying to make it better, you-" He doesn't get the rest of that out as the door opens, and a smiling woman comes through. "Well, what seems to be the- Oh my! What happened?" she asks as she rushes over to Olivia's side.

Olivia mutters as she waits for the nurse to arrive, just shaking her head slowly. "I don't have enough drugs for this." She looks over at the nurse as she arrives, holding out her blanket wrapped arm. "I fell and pulled the IV out. He tried to help." Her head tips over in Weaver's direction. It's not a terribly good lie, but it's something.

Weaver steps out of the way, and allows the nurse to do her job. "You should've called sooner," she responds to Olivia. She goes to a cabinet, and after a few seconds of searching comes back with disinfectant, gauze, and tape. She goes about untying the mess Weaver made, pulls Olivia's arm down, cleans as much of the area as she can, and then applies the gauze. "Hold this down for me, sweetie."

"I'm not accustomed to being in hospitals," Olivia tells the nurse, holding out her arm obediently so that it can get cleaned and patched. One hand reaches over and she presses against the gauze, nodding at the instruction. "I got it. Thanks." She casts a sideways look over in Weaver's direction, sticking her tongue out at him.

The look gets a roll of his eyes and a huff from Weaver. "Thank you!" the nurse beams up at her, and then applies a strip of tape to her arm and over the gauze. "You should be good for now." She gives Olivia a little tap on the shoulder, and departs without another word. Weaver waits before she's completely gone before he says, "I oughta make you walk home, and-" He stops to pinch at the bridge of his nose. "Get dressed, Liv, and we can go somewhere with some more energy and probably see if we can get high like we used to."

Olivia gives the nurse a small smile and shakes her arm out a bit before turning back towards Weaver. "Make me walk home because you made me bleed? Don't make me tell Velvet on you." Oh yes, she knows her own power. Olivia snorts as he tells her to get dressed, digging out the clothes that the other woman had brought for her. "What, you don't want me strutting around nude and keeping you on your toes to keep random guys from feeling me up? That doesn't sound like a good time to you?"

Her teasing gets no reaction out of him initially. "Keep it up. Keep that smart ass attitude up, and I can get high by myself. A good right about now's gonna be the greasiest pizza I can find with crust so burnt it turns my palms black and a nice warm beer."

"That's still disgusting," Olivia tells him, shaking her head as she pulls on the clothes that Velvet brought for her. She straightens them out, making sure they more or less fit okay before pulling her shoes on. "I'm better at burning pizza than you are. And you don't have to pay them extra."

Weaver keeps hie gaze to the door, and shrugs. "It doesn't disgust me, and Vee doesn't mind it. She has her cold beer, and I'm even learning how to cook stuff without it being burnt. Slowly." He lifts a hand when she makes that point. "That..." His hand drops, and for once Weaverr's stupified beyond belief. "I never thought of that. You could burn everything!"

Olivia gives him an incredulous sort of look. "Um. Yes?" She just shakes her head, straightening up and clearing her throat, rubbing her chest slightly. "That's sort of what I do, so... yes?" She gently pats her leg to get the dog to come along with her; it seems that she's stuck with it for now. "Probably want to do it back home instead of at the pizza place, but yes."