Genevieve slipped in quietly, not soundlessly, not like the vampires could do but she was very quiet. Still Julian seemed to have heard her. At least that meant he was awake and that was a good thing.
It was the middle of the day, Asa was still awake but he was worried about other things right now, she could slip about and help Julian a bit. Mathew was asleep, but he was a light sleeper. Escape wasn't going to be an option, even if she could help with that, but she might be of some help yet.
She had a tray full of things that might bring some comfort to an abused hostage. Not the least of which was food. Both Asa and Mathew forgot to offer humans food. Sometimes to the point that she didn't eat for days. Genevieve knew that bit of carelessness would kill her some day. She'd be weak and Asa wouldn't notice and she'd not be able to recover from his bite. That didn't mean Julian had to go the same way though. She brought him a very big, but rather flimsy plastic bowl, of chicken noodle soup. It was canned, but she doubted he'd mind after all it was still hot, some saltines, milk and more granola bars. It was the last of the food here, Genevieve knew Asa well enough though to know they wouldn't be here much longer so there was no point in saving it.
She also had the makings of a quick, if cold, sponge bath. A little soap and water could make people feel a lot better after all. And some prescription pain killers. Those she worried about. She didn't want Julian too groggy or out of it if the Connor woman came through and they traded Julian for someone else. He'd need to be alert.
"Ya'll don't have to worry. It is just me. I brought some things that might help hold you over until tonight."
She offered the tray, although the pills were in her scrub pocket, and prayed he wouldn't ask too many questions. There was so much she couldn't answer and that would probably be worse for him than anything.
"I didn't want to send you back in too rough a shape. You know you need to get to a hospital right away though right? I can't do much for you here."
It Can Always Get Worse (Attn Julian)
Nervously Genevieve slipped into the room they were keeping Julian. She knew Asa fairly well, knew his moods, and right now he was all business. Unfortunately that didn't bode well for Julian. Valentine hadn't come looking for him, she'd not made any attempt to contact Asa and he was furious. His plans hadn't worked out.
Genevieve honestly didn't think it was Valentine's fault. Mathew tended to have holes in his surveillance, it was something that Asa had taken him to task for before. Her vampire, however, seemed to have forgotten that and she didn't dare remind him. No, Asa had made up his mind and she couldn't change it, wouldn't dream of trying. She just quietly did his will. It was easiest for all of them really.
As directed she woke Julian, but she did it as gently as she possibly could. This time she did not bring a cold pack or pain killers. She would later though, if he let her. She hoped he would. She suspected he would, the man had a passion for music, she didn't think Asa would kill Julian out right, at least not right away.
"He wants you awake now. Can you sit up please?"
She paused and thought for a second, considering exactly what Asa had said and how much leeway he'd given her.
"Not being able to won't really change anything... I can help you if you'd like or need."
Her voice was low and her souther accent was undoubtedly at odds with the setting and his current circumstances but she hoped it was soothing.
Stranger
11 years ago
Julian Stephenson
11 years ago
Julian rolled his eyes to see the woman in scrubs again over his shoulder. He sat up slowly. She had brought food, and although his stomach growled audibly at the sight and smell he didn't thank her. He didn't think he owed anyone here any thanks. This woman, whoever she was, was still a part of what had happened to him. She could call the cops, call and ambulance, something; she clearly wasn't a prisoner. Therefore she had to be here willingly. She didn't get to win any thanks from Julian just because she got the 'good guy' role here.
He accepted the things she brought, barely able to restrain himself from inhaling the soup, burning the roof of his mouth and his tongue on it and not caring. While he ate he glanced at her, brows furrowed. Get to a hospital? No shit, he'd love to. Just let him walk out these doors and he'd be right there.
He didn't want any pills. He'd been given aspirin before, and whatever else she offered he didn't want to take. He was already muzzy and foggy around the edges of his consciousness; he didn't need to be totally out of it. He'd hopefully get medication from a real doctor if he got out of this; if not, then whatever sedatives they gave him wouldn't make a difference anyway.
Once he'd eaten the soup and stowed the granola bars away for later Julian accepted the soap and water. Cleaning himself was a difficult task but he didn't want help with it. He managed to give himself a quick wash without really stripping out of his clothing which left him a little damp, but it was fine once he crawled back under the thin blanket and curled up again.
Once the woman had gone he closed his eyes and fell asleep quickly. He found himself in the same dream again, in a grey cement box with a garish red light flashing. This time he picked up his own violin and played a soft, haunting melody for a few bars before he simply forgot the rest of it. Suddenly, Evgeni was there again. The message was similar. He and Jan were going to help get him out of this. Hang on, stay strong. This time Julian was able to look his friend in the eye, wobbly as he was, and nod back. Wordlessly he handed the violin to Evgeni. He had finally made some music, but he understood that with his head in knots it might not come easily even in his dream. Evgeni took it from him and played, and the red light faded and the noise around them quieted and Julian curled up on the floor at Evgeni's feet and slept.
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He accepted the things she brought, barely able to restrain himself from inhaling the soup, burning the roof of his mouth and his tongue on it and not caring. While he ate he glanced at her, brows furrowed. Get to a hospital? No shit, he'd love to. Just let him walk out these doors and he'd be right there.
He didn't want any pills. He'd been given aspirin before, and whatever else she offered he didn't want to take. He was already muzzy and foggy around the edges of his consciousness; he didn't need to be totally out of it. He'd hopefully get medication from a real doctor if he got out of this; if not, then whatever sedatives they gave him wouldn't make a difference anyway.
Once he'd eaten the soup and stowed the granola bars away for later Julian accepted the soap and water. Cleaning himself was a difficult task but he didn't want help with it. He managed to give himself a quick wash without really stripping out of his clothing which left him a little damp, but it was fine once he crawled back under the thin blanket and curled up again.
Once the woman had gone he closed his eyes and fell asleep quickly. He found himself in the same dream again, in a grey cement box with a garish red light flashing. This time he picked up his own violin and played a soft, haunting melody for a few bars before he simply forgot the rest of it. Suddenly, Evgeni was there again. The message was similar. He and Jan were going to help get him out of this. Hang on, stay strong. This time Julian was able to look his friend in the eye, wobbly as he was, and nod back. Wordlessly he handed the violin to Evgeni. He had finally made some music, but he understood that with his head in knots it might not come easily even in his dream. Evgeni took it from him and played, and the red light faded and the noise around them quieted and Julian curled up on the floor at Evgeni's feet and slept.
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