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It was Danny's first time out since he'd been at Priory and before then he wasn't exactly hitting the town every night. The trip to Robert MacGavillary Memorial Hospital felt strange and by the time they arrived, Danny was just glad to be inside again.

Having arrived early, Danny sat in the waiting room, willing his friends to show up soon. He couldn't get his mind off what he was about to do. He hadn't told any of his friends his plan because he knew they would stop him. It involved getting closer to Greg than he ever hoped to be again, and just the thought of it was weighing on him. He hoped it would work out and he could get the information he needed. Without it, this was all going to be for nothing.
Noah was sick.

Peter had fallen asleep in his office, which was pretty usual behaviour for him. He never really slept fitfully anyway, and so he spent hours pouring over manuscripts and patient files until he dozed off, face down in his busy work.

Ouch )
Noah was sick.

Peter had fallen asleep in his office, which was pretty usual behaviour for him. He never really slept fitfully anyway, and so he spent hours pouring over manuscripts and patient files until he dozed off, face down in his busy work.

Ouch )
Peter’s brain was a tricky thing. After the trauma of two malignant brain tumours, the visions which had once come to him while he was dreaming now came to him during the day as well. They could happen at any time, anywhere, and to varying degrees of intensity. While seers all experienced waking visions differently, Peter’s visions often knocked him off his feet. They were the reason he didn’t drive and had been told to take medication to lessen the seizures, though he usually didn't. To the unknowing individual, Peter Kemp appeared to have epilepsy which resulted in only tonic clonic seizures. To the people who knew about his ability, they knew his seizures brought more than just pain. They knew the reason he didn’t always take his medication. If he had the chance to have a vision and save someone, he was going to take that chance.

Yes I did just rip off the title of an Angel episode )
Peter’s brain was a tricky thing. After the trauma of two malignant brain tumours, the visions which had once come to him while he was dreaming now came to him during the day as well. They could happen at any time, anywhere, and to varying degrees of intensity. While seers all experienced waking visions differently, Peter’s visions often knocked him off his feet. They were the reason he didn’t drive and had been told to take medication to lessen the seizures, though he usually didn't. To the unknowing individual, Peter Kemp appeared to have epilepsy which resulted in only tonic clonic seizures. To the people who knew about his ability, they knew his seizures brought more than just pain. They knew the reason he didn’t always take his medication. If he had the chance to have a vision and save someone, he was going to take that chance.

Yes I did just rip off the title of an Angel episode )
Deirdre was surrounded by people she loved. She had crawled into Renee's bed, despite the fact that the fit was slightly precarious. She was three people at the moment, and four people in a hospital bed was slightly ridiculous, even if Peter had ensured that Renee was set up in a comfortable room. Julian was by the side of the bed, reading a story book to Deirdre's twins. He liked interacting with them since he had missed this part of Aislinn's life. Mostly, Aislinn had missed it too.... Little Dylan was there, curled up on another chair, dozing off, and Quinn was watching over them all without saying a word. For once...

LABOURZ! )
Deirdre was surrounded by people she loved. She had crawled into Renee's bed, despite the fact that the fit was slightly precarious. She was three people at the moment, and four people in a hospital bed was slightly ridiculous, even if Peter had ensured that Renee was set up in a comfortable room. Julian was by the side of the bed, reading a story book to Deirdre's twins. He liked interacting with them since he had missed this part of Aislinn's life. Mostly, Aislinn had missed it too.... Little Dylan was there, curled up on another chair, dozing off, and Quinn was watching over them all without saying a word. For once...

LABOURZ! )
Thomas was lost. They couldn't find him. Rolf couldn't find him. Spectre had checked and Mary didn't know where he was. He was just gone. And somewhere in the back of his mind, Peter knew that Thomas was somewhere. He had to be. He was in The Beyond somewhere, waiting for them to find him. But Peter was panicking. What they knew about The Beyond was very little. Even if Rolf had tried to be comforting, how could they ever know they'd find Thomas?! Maybe he could just stay lost forever, no matter how hard they looked?! The thought had Peter frightened and horrified and it probably explained why he had escaped the house in the early morning to find a pub that didn't ask questions like "a little early, eh mate?"

When everything was fallin' apart )
Thomas was lost. They couldn't find him. Rolf couldn't find him. Spectre had checked and Mary didn't know where he was. He was just gone. And somewhere in the back of his mind, Peter knew that Thomas was somewhere. He had to be. He was in The Beyond somewhere, waiting for them to find him. But Peter was panicking. What they knew about The Beyond was very little. Even if Rolf had tried to be comforting, how could they ever know they'd find Thomas?! Maybe he could just stay lost forever, no matter how hard they looked?! The thought had Peter frightened and horrified and it probably explained why he had escaped the house in the early morning to find a pub that didn't ask questions like "a little early, eh mate?"

When everything was fallin' apart )
Deep in the basement of the Robert MacGavillary Memorial Hospital, there was a ward that wasn't used. It had once been home to a long line of rooms with electro-therapy beds, used to treat the more dangerous patients of their ailments. Peter hadn't wanted to house any of the hospital's denizens in that ward. It just didn't feel right. It was like the air was ionised with evil. He couldn't even stand to bring Lavannah down there to exorcise the place like she had with the rest of the wards. No, whatever it was that lurked in that ward was going to stay there.

And now it had company.

Peter was the only one with the code to get past the three doors you needed to pass to even get into the place. And when Razvan dutifully delivered the unconscious Amaris to his hospital, Peter was quick to steal her away downstairs with the help of Katia. Katia was someone Peter could trust implicitly. More importantly, she was a vampire and she could touch Amaris without the demon taking her soul and healing herself.

Peter watched with cold eyes as Katia set up everything. Amaris was placed on a simple bed in a simple room. She was changed into hospital attire and then attached to a machine to keep her fed because Peter didn't want starving her on his conscience. The rest, he would consider karma. Katia did nothing to remove the five bullets from Amaris' body. They stayed where they were, lodged in her chest and her head. And she lay there in the dark, behind four doors including her own, with no hope for escape. She would lay there until the end of days. And she didn't even know.
Deep in the basement of the Robert MacGavillary Memorial Hospital, there was a ward that wasn't used. It had once been home to a long line of rooms with electro-therapy beds, used to treat the more dangerous patients of their ailments. Peter hadn't wanted to house any of the hospital's denizens in that ward. It just didn't feel right. It was like the air was ionised with evil. He couldn't even stand to bring Lavannah down there to exorcise the place like she had with the rest of the wards. No, whatever it was that lurked in that ward was going to stay there.

And now it had company.

Peter was the only one with the code to get past the three doors you needed to pass to even get into the place. And when Razvan dutifully delivered the unconscious Amaris to his hospital, Peter was quick to steal her away downstairs with the help of Katia. Katia was someone Peter could trust implicitly. More importantly, she was a vampire and she could touch Amaris without the demon taking her soul and healing herself.

Peter watched with cold eyes as Katia set up everything. Amaris was placed on a simple bed in a simple room. She was changed into hospital attire and then attached to a machine to keep her fed because Peter didn't want starving her on his conscience. The rest, he would consider karma. Katia did nothing to remove the five bullets from Amaris' body. They stayed where they were, lodged in her chest and her head. And she lay there in the dark, behind four doors including her own, with no hope for escape. She would lay there until the end of days. And she didn't even know.
When Peter woke up, he felt monumentally stupid. He had sat there in the midst of Thomas' hypnotism and listened to Thomas speak about a girl who turned on lights with her mind and just happened to slip out of her chains, and still Peter didn't equate it with the dream he had had of the girl in the middle of a whirlwind of debris, until he had dreamt of the girl again.

Things lost in panic )
When Peter woke up, he felt monumentally stupid. He had sat there in the midst of Thomas' hypnotism and listened to Thomas speak about a girl who turned on lights with her mind and just happened to slip out of her chains, and still Peter didn't equate it with the dream he had had of the girl in the middle of a whirlwind of debris, until he had dreamt of the girl again.

Things lost in panic )
In the wake of what had happened at the hospital, Peter felt that he should return after dropping Stuart off at his home. He was proud of his staff for doing the right thing. Entering the room without a demon for a tranq gun, like Stuart had could potentially allow the angel, or what have you, escape...and that was bad. And Peter was proud of Stuart too. Even though he'd done the wrong thing by going in to assist Katia, but he'd stood his ground when facing terrible odds.

And yet another 'dad' )
In the wake of what had happened at the hospital, Peter felt that he should return after dropping Stuart off at his home. He was proud of his staff for doing the right thing. Entering the room without a demon for a tranq gun, like Stuart had could potentially allow the angel, or what have you, escape...and that was bad. And Peter was proud of Stuart too. Even though he'd done the wrong thing by going in to assist Katia, but he'd stood his ground when facing terrible odds.

And yet another 'dad' )
Baby Thomas had the amazing ability to get food all over himself and the surrounding premises when he was spoon fed. It was always extremely impressive. It made Peter laugh as he fed Thomas as the tiny boy say in his high chair, Peter in his wheelchair. "Yes, cereal is nummy, yes it is?! You like it more on your head, don't you. It's not for hair, you little rascal!" Peter cooed at him. He fed Thomas another bite and Thomas promptly spit out half of it, wiped it with his hand and then flailed his hand about so it ended up in Peter's hair as well. "Yes...I suppose it's easy enough to think my hair is hungry, isn't it?" Peter said with a chuckle.

Dada Bubbles )

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