lee - october 6th 2015

[ofthingstocome]

Out of all the gods-damned things she expected getting out of that hospital room, this wasn't even on the list. The scrape of metal on metal happened every single time she moved and it was getting on her nerves. The handcuff was too tight for her to dislocate her thumb to get out of it, and the welds on the bedframe were solid enough that there was no way it was coming off that way.

It's a small miracle that she hasn't been drugged again. The pain's still eating away at her, and what's worse than that's the exhaustion. When she'd punched the orderly, she'd managed to frak up her hand and open her stitches, but a oh-so-helpful nurse had patched her up once she was cuffed and left behind. She's got new bandages on her wounds, one where she'd pulled out her IV, and one on her hand, and not of it makes a single bit of sense.

She's pretty sure that there's a guard on the door, and what Kara doesn't know is that there's a quasi-procedure in place for this. When people come from other places, and are hurt, and moreover if they're behaving erratically. Hold them in custody, they get a public defender, a psych consult, and then the determination is made if they should press charges.

Rattling the cuff again, Kara stares up at the ceiling, her jaw clenched in anger and fear. This place is impossible. It's impossible, and she's been trying to figure out if she's seeing things like Roslin, if she'd up and died-- and that's what finally gets her to speak, her voice low in the hospital room where they'd taken away anything that could be within reach and used as a weapon. "Lords, I don't know if this is supposed to be some kind of test, but I'm running on empty on how to take this. If there was some kind of, I don't know, directions or something... Just figured I'd ask."

A split second after the last word dies in her throat, there's a knock on the door. Blinking in surprise, Kara mutters, "Thanks," before she pushes herself up a little with a wince, and speaks up. "Come in."

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[ofthingstocome]

"Wait, what?" She's reeling from everything that he's said, and Kara yanks at the handcuff, even though getting up out of bed isn't going to help. "Hold on. Start- Admiral. You mean your dad?" The look on Kara's face is almost pleading. She wants it to be someone else. Anyone else, because Sharon shot him.

Adama's not an Admiral. He's a Commander, and the fact that he's been shot... it's gutting. It's clear that she thinks he's dead; the pure panic on her face, and it's like she's been punched in the gut. The two years, the fact that it's Sharon-- that's all by the wayside, right now. It's just Lee, his dad, and that he's apparently been shot.

[adifferentpath]

"It's okay, Doc Cottle managed to save him," Lee says, forgetting that Kara hasn't been through all that. Gods, this is going to take some getting used to. He's glad she's here, as much as he knows she's going to hate it, but they definitely have more than a little catching up to do.

"And not long after that, Cally shot Boomer while she was being transported through Galactica. Though, I guess that didn't matter much. The cylons resurrect. Kill one, and they wake up in an identical body."

It's frakking crazy, he knows, and he remembers when he first heard about it, how much it was to take in. He can't imagine how it must be, dealing with all this and Darrow at the same time.

[ofthingstocome]

What Lee's telling her has the little color that Kara's got in her face draining away, and she stares at him like he's lost his frakking mind, or that she has.

"What?" That's all she's got to start with, when he says that they're unkillable.

And Sharon's dead.

But she's not.

And she shot Admiral Adama.

Who is apparently fine.

And Kara's handcuffed to a bed after being shot and she's 90% sure that there's a part of her that's now in a Cylon cryobank or something now and he's just talking about this like it makes sense.

"I-"

There's a lack of words, and she's just staring at Lee in horror, until finally she grinds out the words, "Get the cuffs off me, Lee." The way she says it is rough, but her eyes skip everywhere but him because she's holding herself together by her frakking fingernails because she's lost her gods-damned mind and she just has to get the cuff off. He's got to get the cuff off, and before he can even answer her, her voice rises. "Get the cuff off, Lee!"

[adifferentpath]

"Kara, wait," Lee says, because she's pulling at her cuff like he's got the key, or like he can actually do anything about the fact that she's being held in the first place. If he could, he'd pull strings and get her released, and as much as he wishes it was like that in Darrow, it's not. He's not the Admiral's son here, hell, he's not even an actual lawyer here. Lee's sure he's only getting this moment to talk to Kara because Spitzer decided to be accommodating for once.

"Kara, there's a procedure. We'll talk to the DA, probably get you off with a warning, but we can't just uncuff you yet."

[ofthingstocome]

"I don't give a frak about procedure!" Each word is more high-pitched than the last, and it's clear that she's not remotely alright. "Get me out of here! Gods-damn it, Lee--" She's yanked hard enough on the cuff that the metal's scraped her wrist and it's oozing blood, but she does have to stop.

Mostly because she's popped stitches straining to get herself out of it, and suddenly it hurts like she's been punched in the gut on top of her recent surgeries. "Get me the frak out of here." The words are lower, and she's staring out the window because she feels like a rat in a trap, like there's so much more going on here and she doesn't even know if Lee's real, given what he's told her. Kara may have just lost her gods-damned mind somewhere along the way-- she's not even sure of that much.

[adifferentpath]

"Kara. Kara, stop!" Lee says, and he walks in close enough to grab Kara's wrist, and at least try and stop her from hurting herself.

"I'm going to get you out of here. I promise. You just... you just have to be patient, okay?"

Gods. He's asking Kara Thrace to be patient. He knows how frakking stubborn she is, but there's really no way around it right now, as much as he wishes there was.

[ofthingstocome]

"Just get me out." She's barely blinking as she stares out of the window, trying to breathe as shallowly as she can because frak it hurts. Eyes flicking to Lee, she swallows hard.

"That's it. Just get me the frak out of here."

Looking back at the window, she just waits. Eventually, somebody'll come back here with keys. She knows they will, if Lee's even real. If he's real, they'll come back with keys.