9775/Good Morning Sara

Good Morning Sara
Date of Scene:	20 January 2022
Location:	Recovery Room 01: Triskelion
Synopsis:	Sara wakes up in the Triskelion med-bay to her friends and family. She seems in perfect health, but only time will tell.
Cast of Characters:	Sara Pezzini, Cael Becker, Wade Wilson, Johnny Blaze, Jonathan Sims

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Sara Pezzini has posed:
Two days. From the fake mine, to real mine, to the Triskelion, still unconscious... for two days. Medically she was perfectly healthy, at first a little dehydrated, but now there was nothing wrong that any doctor or test could find. A specialist was called in, estimated arrival was the twenty-first, due to the troubles in Manhattan, nothing was moving quickly, not even for SHIELD.

So there Sara lay, looking much like she was just asleep, though nothing woke her up. The adrenaline attempt had failed, smelling salts, a few other medications, nada. She looked peaceful, a nice, deep sleep.

Cael Becker has posed:
    Jon had offered to check up on Sara - and indeed, he's been quite insistent on it. That's what's brought Cael and Jon into the hospital room. Cael raps lightly and waits a moment before entering, offering Wade a small, tight smile as she makes her way into the room. "Wade, this is Jon. Jon, Wade." She'd already warned Jon that sometimes Wade seemed to know things he shouldn't, and that he would turn to the side and talk to... //nobody// at times. She advised him to simply ignore it, it was what she and Sara did.
    "Jon has some expertise in magic, so he thought he'd take a look and see if he can make sense of anything. Maybe help Sara wake up a little faster," she offers by explination.
    At Cael's side is Cael's almost ever-present companion - Bear, in his service vest, tail wagging slowly as he walks up to Sara's bed and sniffs at it quietly.
    "After Jon's had a look - if you wanted to take a break, get something to eat, take a nap..." snort some more coke...

Wade Wilson has posed:
    Wade has made a point (sparing a few attempts to go piss--and likely do a line in the restroom) to be at Sara's side through most of this time. His mask is off, and most of the staff of the Triskelion hospital seem to have gotten used to his haggard appearance. It's good because he pulled a gun on more than a few of them when they asked if he was a patient. The largest question after was how he managed to smuggle one into the hospital, they had disarmed him of any visible weapons and scanned him for hidden before giving him entry.

    He wasn't going to tell them about just how far the human rectum could expand--unless they wanted to know--and just how useful of a hidey hole that area was for smuggling all sorts of things. Now he sits in the chair at the edge of the bed, Sara's limp hand in his own. At Cael's entrance he looks up. "Oh... a friend...?" he trails off, studying the taller man for a while. His eyes, despite (or perhaps because of) the cocaine are bloodshot. "Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute London. Strange... I thought you'd be shorter. Though I guess without the Magnus Institute in this world you'd have all sorts of reason to grow tall. Everything else checks out though... tell me, when--" he cuts off, "actually. Twenty questions later. My girlfriend now." He steps back allowing the mystical specialist to have some room.

    Almost as an afterthought he adds to Cael, "I appreciate it, I do but I'd like to be here when she wakes... especially if she decides a rampage is in order. No offense to you or Johnny, but even sliced to ribbons I'd be whole and good to go after 8 to 12 hours."

Johnny Blaze has posed:
Two days from the fake mine.

Johnny was in the room, dressed in his normal colors, and he found himself leaning against the wall. His eyes lingered on Sara as she rested there, fast asleep, and rarely took his eyes off of her, even to look at a phone. He was attentive and alert, completely and wholly. Though Cael makes introductions and Johnny gives Jon a nod and a light smile.

"Hey Sims."

Then his attention is on Wade Wilson. "Worry about Sara, not about me." Johnny suggests to him, though he shrugs a little bit. "But thanks for the thought." His eyes are back on Sara as she lies there, his arms crossed over his chest.

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    Jon /has/ been insistent on checking on Sara, because she's his friend, and she's his girlfriend's /roommate/, and she's a SHIELD agent, and it's just the right thing to do. Yes, Manhattan is overrun by angels, but he can take a couple of hours to come by and peer at Sara with his Sight and try to figure out what might be wrong.

    He looks around with normal eyes first, frowning at Sara briefly and nodding to Johnny. Then he focuses on the man sitting next to her. He used to work at Arkham, and he has some /weird/ friends, so strange appearances can be set aside. But the comment makes him blink in confusion. "Wh... shorter? I... the /what/ Institute? No, I... Dr. Jonathan Sims, Agent of SHIELD and... the Archivist... how did you...?" Well, it's definitely the right /voice/, for benefit of Wade's fourth wall breaking weirdness. He just stares at the man and then shakes himself. Sara. Right.

    He looks to Cael and murmurs, "This is what you meant, isn't it?"

    A sigh, and then he focuses back on Sara. Louder, "If she wants to go on a rampage, I can't be killed just now. Probably can't even be hurt. But let's see if I can see what's going on here..." He closes his eyes for a moment and then opens them again, opening his third eye as well, his Sight--not that any of the others could really tell. But hopefully, whatever weirdness is keeping Sara asleep, he can figure it out.

Cael Becker has posed:
    "That's exactly what I meant, yes," Cael confirms for Jon quietly, before giving Wade a reassuring smile. "I think we'll be able to manage, Wade - seriously. You need to take care of yourself, too - and you need a fuckin' shower and a change," she says firmly, crossing her arms over her chest as she regards the man.
    "So after Jon here has a little at things... Seriously. You can use me and Sara's quarters, get yourself a shower, find something to change into... I can have something in your size sent over. And then take a //nap.//"
    Johnny is offered a simple, brief nod as he addresses Jon, but her gaze doesn't linger on the man. Honestly, she prefers to pretend he isn't even there - because she doubts anything constructive will come of the pair of them talking.

Wade Wilson has posed:
    Wade frowns as he watches Jon take inspection and then sighs. "Fine. But not until he has done his piece" he says curtly. "If whatever Eye-boy there does works... I need to be here. For her." He gives a glance at the Ghost Rider now in his more human guise.

    He's going to need to have a talk with the man when it's over with, that much he knows. Hopefully constructive... I mean, Wade is Wade. Whatever presumptions people have about what is "normal" usually fly out the window when Deadpool is involved, even in the world of comics, games, movies, books... I mean, in other worlds he's everywhere. But even here, he bends normalcy to its limit and then some with most of his motivations.

Johnny Blaze has posed:
Cael largely ignoring his existence except for the nod is met with a nod in return from Johnny. They don't have to talk right now, especially when one of their best friends is currently comatose on a bed. Though honestly, Johnny doesn't even seem to mind. He's used to being invisible anyway.

Wade's glance is met by Johnny, though Johnny doesn't seem to pay him too much attention at the moment, his gaze shifting to Sims. "Let's not be arrogant. We need you alive, Sims. I'd rather not test that theory, if I may say." Johnny tells Sims with a bit of concern touching his face. "If she goes on a rampage, I'll try and hold her back." He can Ghost Rider up if she Witchblades up, then hold it at a standstill.

Hopefully.

"But let's hope she doesn't rampage." Johnny then stops talking as Sims does his magic work.

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    "There's a kind of... magic bubble around her," Jon murmurs, brow furrowing. "The spell, whatever this is, it's black... but it's weakening in places, and those are... green. I... think it means she might be waking soon." He looks around at the others and smiles. That's... good news, right?

    He steps back a little, closing his Sight, and puts an arm around Cael's shoulders--assuming she doesn't shrug him off. They're in front of other people, after all. "You were right," he murmurs. "She's going to be fine." Physically, at least. He's still frowning at her. Worried.

    He looks to Johnny. "I survived a direct blast in the back that should have incinerated me. It's not arrogance--Gaea has a vested interest in keeping me alive, just now. At the moment, though, I'd say... let's make sure she doesn't hurt Cael or any of the medical staff, not least because I doubt she'd ever forgive herself if she did."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
The hand Wade is holding flicks in his hand as Sara's body looks like it wanted to roll over, but merely wobbles in place then is motionless again. Then the fingers on her other hand do this twitching wiggle motion, which is accompanied by a 'pop' sounds that only Jon can hear.

"I'm not violent," she mutters hoarsely, then her eyes flickering open then squint against the light. "Where the fuck am I?" she immediately adds.

Three seconds awake and she starts to sit up, finding that her hand is being held makes that difficult but she manages, using her left hand to get sat up. Ten seconds awake, the world finishes rushing in around her and she starts to have what looks and sounds like a panic attack. "Oh fuck, oh fuck..." over and over and over again is repeated while staring at a wall.

Cael Becker has posed:
    Cael doesn't shrug it away - in fact, she leans into Jon, giving a nod at his prognosis. "Like I said. I mean, this is the third time - she's been fine, and never we-" she starts, cutting off when the woman starts to speak, relief flooding her features in an instant. "Sara?" she asks. Good. See? She was right. Sara was //fine//.
    Bear has nosed his way all the way around one side of the bed, and back to the other, and looks up at Cael with a quiet whine - one that only increases, along with an eager tail wag, as he hears Sara's voice. Cael lets out a snort, and gives the pup a nod of her head. "Alright, Bear. Up you get." She indicates the foot of the bed as she repeats, "Up," and a moment later, Sara has a massive puppy - tail wagging furiously - sprawled out over her feet.

Wade Wilson has posed:
    Wade moves in to the side as Sara starts to panic. "Hey. You're safe. You're safe. I'm here... okay? Look. Look at me" he says, his tone serious and direct. "You're in the hospital at SHIELD HQ. We saved you from those Tools..." he was pretty sure he got the name right. Thule, Tool, it was an easy mixup.

    "You're not going to be hurt anymore. Okay?" he says, squeezing her hand and bringing it into her field of view. All but forcing her to see the scarred and damaged mass of his own hand with her work worn but unmarred hand. "Together. We got you and you're safe."

Johnny Blaze has posed:
Sim's words don't seem to give Johnny much comfort. "Just play it safer than sorry. Emphasis on the words 'just now'. I'm not too keen on testing the lengths of that." After all, Johnny feels like he almost witnessed his death multiple times, so he's a little concerned. That he's showing concern for anyone is a testament, and probably not something that should be argued.

Though his attention is stolen by the awakening of Sara Pezzini. Johnny's arms uncross and he approaches where everyone starts to gather around Sara, Johnny looks at her, as if to make sure she's okay, but she looks like she's having a panic attack. Thankfully, Wade is there to calm her down. Even as Johnny is taking a sigh of relief.

Some part of him thought she'd never wake up.

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    "Probably best not to crowd her," Jon murmurs, stepping back a little himself, pulling Cael with him /just/ slightly. He looks Sara over for a moment, then turns to look over the machines near the bed, making note of heart rate and blood pressure and so on. "Heart rate and blood pressure are spiking."

    He glances toward the door, as if considering something, then squeezes the arm around Cael and lets it drop. Then he walks over to head off any SHIELD doctors that might be coming in. "She's awake," he murmurs to whoever's outside. "Whatever was going on was mystical. Give us a moment to figure this out?"

Sara Pezzini has posed:
The chanting of 'Oh fuck' lasts a few more times before Sara focuses her eyes on Wade, that beautiful scarred face. So even as she is looking at Wade, still holding his hand, the other hand grabs a handful of Bear's fur, as if she needed that to really believe she was awake. For a moment she just focuses on Wade's face and listens to him and finally just takes a really deep breath, nods, and let's it out.

"Thule," she whispers, now trying to breath normal which is proving harder than she thought it would. "Was anyone hurt?" She suddenly blurts out, immediately looking around.

Cael's alive and right there, check. Johnny's alive and right there, check. Jon's alive and right there, check. "Was any of our people hurt?" She repeats, for the moment ignoring that her heart was in her throat and that she could feel every rapid beat of it. It was there over the fear of someone being hurt to get her back, but also for the ton of shit that just landed in her head that wasn't from Witchblade, in fact he hadn't said a thing. Glancing down at her wrist, another set of rapid blinking occurs. There was something wrong there, two wound together, no voice in her head, what the hell... and her heart rate just keeps climbing.

"It happened before," she mutters a couple of times, that ton of shit trying to seep into every crack in her brain, but it was important to breathe, just breathe, one breath after the other. "I need a drink."

Cael Becker has posed:
    Cael moves with Jon easily, letting him draw her away. She can see the panic in Sara's features - and it prompts a small, sad smile on her features in sympathetic response. "We're all fine, Sara. We killed the Thule bastards, and we all got out of there in one piece. Sam's fine. Artemis is fine, too," she offers in reassurance - while Bear does his own part in trying to calm the panicked woman. He slow-crawls his way into her lap, letting out a quiet whine and nuzzling at her, as he gently weighs down her legs.
    "Good boy, Bear," Cael adds softly, flashing a brief smile towards her pup. Bear really doesn't seem to mind who he's comforting - as long as he's able to offer some help.
    With a faint smirk at Sara's words she adds, "Well. Alis has my flask..."

Wade Wilson has posed:
    Wade smiles at Sara. "Their all Tools to me" he says with a hint of his mischief coming back. "Yeah. Worst I took as a tree branch in the back... it healed up pretty good." He smiles at Johnny for a moment. "Bone Daddy there took the worst... but he looked like having a sword shoved in his chest was more an inconvience for him to burn the asshole who had you."

    Wade produces a personal travel bottle of Grey Goose from one of his pockets. "I got this?" he says. Again, how he managed to smuggle these things in is anyone's guess, but it wasn't his rectum that he used for the bottle; small favors, that. "What is with the dual bracelets now?" he asks, gesturing to them. "That's... new? I watched when we killed that bastard that his 'false' Witchblade merged with yours and well..." he gestures at the new mundane form the artifact has taken.

Johnny Blaze has posed:
Johnny's never going to live the name 'Bone Daddy' down is he?

Though Johnny smiles when it appears she's doing a mental check. They are all alive and well. Surprisingly no casualties, but they got her. That's what matters. Johnny takes a deep breath. He keeps his distance though, letting those closest to her be...well, close to her. "Nah." Johnny answers in reply to if anybody got hurt.

"Surprisingly, nobody was hurt. Or at least, nobody died that was on our team." Johnny hooks his thumbs into his belt. Though Wade brings up a good point, the two braces on Sara's arms is something to take into consideration. "You did absorb the other one..I'm not quite sure how or why that worked, but it looks like Witchblade evolved somehow." He looks at Jon.

"Any ideas?"

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    "Oh for the love of the Goddess," Jon grumbles as he turns back in and shuts the door. "She's been /dehydrated/. She needs water, not alcohol. What is /wrong/ with you people?" It's said in a half-fond tone; he's including Cael in that, after all. He moves to grab one of the little plastic cups that sit around in hospital rooms, and focuses on it for a moment.

    The water he hands to Sara, if she tastes it, is probably the best water she's ever had. Cold, and sweet, and refreshing, every drink like the first taste of water in a desert oasis. It's infused with healing energy, and /that's/ empowered by Gaea, so... Witchblade might appreciate it. Maybe.

    He peers at the double braces. "I... don't know. The only information the Archive has on the Witchblade is the rather, ahh, snarky commentary about Cleopatra VII having been one of its holders. Given everything I've seen I'm beginning to believe she might have just been a literal royal bitch, rather than blaming Witchblade himself, but... tell that to my ancestors." He sighs.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
With or without doctor approval the bottle of Grey Goose is taken and Sara opens it, one large drink sucked down before anyone can take the bottle away. There was no telling what sort of thing one might try in a hospital, what with all the medical people lurking, they'd probably tell her alcohol wasn't a good idea and offer her drugs instead. She was more of an alcohol over drugs person really, but after this, who knows.

"Yeah that," she holds her wrist up, this being the first time Jon would be able to see that the usual single silver cuff bracelet with single huge red stone, was now two woven together into one, with one huge red stone and one smaller red stone. Whether it was the alcohol, or having something solid and concreate to talk about, her heart rate was actually starting to level out, as was her breathing.

"That's the piece they took a year ago," she finally says, then her eyes shift to the bracelet and stay there. "Bone Daddy huh? I think I like that." Is she stalling? Probably. "He's not talking. I know he'd there, I can feel him, but he's not talking. So all I know is... it's him."

Now she takes the water from Jon and downs it to mix with the vodka. "She took him off," she finally says and looks to Jon. "She took him off to allow herself to die, not the other way around." And then another drink of the vodka is taken. There is a lot she's not saying, whether it was obvious or not she had no idea, but she wasn't ready to get into it. "I want out of here, how long until I can leave?"

Cael Becker has posed:
    "Oh, come off it, Jon. She's been on a drip for two days. Dehydration is hardly a factor after all that," Cael remarks in a dry voice. She seems amused more than anything else when Sara takes the bottle from Wade - and when Alis chooses not to appear. She can only assume the teen is present, and watching.
    "You'll have to talk to a doctor to find that out, but from what they've been able and willing to tell us is that //physically//? You're fine. So... hopefully not long at all."

Wade Wilson has posed:
    Wade looks around and then whispers down at Sara. "If you're not out of here in a day... I'll spring ya" he says with a wink. Then louder for the rest of the group. "Maybe give it a day for the usual 'observation' period?" he asks. "That's what they do on Grey's Anatomy anyway." Because of course Wade watches Grey's Anatomy.

    He frowns at the mention of Witchblade being silent. "That's... not normal right? Him being quiet and all. I thought he was unusually chatty of late" he asks. "Especially with what's going on over in Manhattan."

Johnny Blaze has posed:
"What? I'm not offering alcohol." Johnny tells Sims with a grin, though he hums. "Fair enough. Well, makes sense how Cleopatra was probably a royal bitch, at least if history class was anything to mention." Though hse was also one of the most influential pharoahs of her time, but that's beside the point. Though the water given from Jon to Sara makes him smile a little bit.

Should keep her hydrated well enough.

"Ugh, god no." Johnny tells Sara in response to his apparent new nickname, though he frowns a little bit. "We best keep you for a day or so. Just make sure you're not going to implode or something." Johnny suggests. "Meantime, study the Witchblade, make sure everythings okay." Johnny mentions then as he looks at Sims, as if for confirmation.

Though his eyes settle on Wade a moment, as if he's watching him, his eyes narrowing.

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    "She /what/?!" Jon stares at Sara, his entire countenance changing. He's suddenly stiff, angry, and his eyes flash yellow-gold. For a moment, it looks like /he/ might fly into a rampage, as the rage of his ancestors surfaces. His hands go white-knuckled at his side as he struggles, as the Archive... shifts.

    "It seems we have misunderstood the Witchblade," he says in a... strange tone, his voice not his own. "The discrepancy is noted, and corrected."

    Then Jon blinks and shakes his head. "Bloody..." He lets out a long breath and shrugs his shoulders, like he's shrugging off a weight. "Well. /That/ changes things. I /hate/ how much the Archive colors my view of things." He sighs. "I... owe you an apology, Sara. For the other night, when..." He shakes his head. "Or maybe I owe the Witchblade an apology. Either way..."

    He eyes the readout of her vitals again. "If there was nothing /physically/ wrong with you, we should be able to get you out fairly quickly. Within the hour, I'd think, though it'd probably be best if you stay in your quarters here while you make sure the Witchblade is settled. Do you want me to grab someone?"

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Thus far Sara has managed to get her breathing regulated and her heart rate down, never mind it was a practice routine used to keep the calm when in the field, when being shot at. The vodka is looking at before one more large drink is taken and then the cap goes back onto the bottle, which gets offered back to Wade.

When Jon almost loses his shit however, her eyes shoot up from the bracelet to look at him. She's rarely seen him get that emotional about anything, let alone a small correction to a piece of history that was completely unwritten. The Archivist, and the Witchblade, they knew the truth of many events in history, and apparently sometimes they didn't match. "No sweat Jon," she offers once he's done and an apology comes her way. "Sometimes lines get crossed, information gets recorded wrong, whatever it was... it's the past." She wasn't stating that the present was far worse than being yelled at in front of everyone in Grand Central Station, after a battle, still trying to get control of herself and Witchblade... that didn't need to be said right now.

"So no on Bone Daddy," she then stays looking to Johnny with a smirk. "I'll keep looking for a nickname then."

And then back to reality, back to the silence. "Like I said, he's there, he's just... quiet," she finally says. "And no, it's not usual, but this was exhausting to him too. It wasn't just me in that ritual circle, he has a piece of himself ripped out. Maybe he just needs time to recover as well." Her blue eyes move to rest on each person there, then she starts petting Bear again. "I feel fine," she states, a half truth. Physically she felt fine, emotional and mentally, fuck that. "I'll give it 24, then I'm out of here, but that also means Wade, go sleep."

Her eyes land on him now and she reaches over to caress his face. "Honest, I'm fine... I just need, to process the shit in my head, cause some of it... well, I can tell you how long the Thule Society had been working on the traps they set, that I stepped into like a complete and utter moron. I can tell you what they were planning to do, once they drained Witchblade. I can tell you their leader's name," she takes a moment to get her anger back in check. "Ava von Strucker. So yeah, there's some shit in here," head tap. "I need to sort out."

Cael Becker has posed:
    "Hey... Jon," Cael says quietly and gently - a little surprise reflected in her gaze at his sudden flare of temper and change in demeanor and voice. She takes hold of one of his arms in both of hers, pulling him in closer towards her, before wrapping one arm around his middle, her gaze locked onto his features - watching him with concern. The 'Archivist' stuff unnerves her a little sometimes - but maybe she'll get used to it, in time.
    Bear also responds to the sudden flare of anger in the room, though his response is to reposition himself in a way that he's facing more towards Jon, and inbetween him and Sara, letting out a quiet growl. Sara is, after all, part of his family.
    "Bear... hush. Everything's okay," Cael replies in a calm but firm voice.
    She takes a deep breath in, letting it out slowly before adding, "I've been struggling to get Wade to rest for days. I can stay here with Sara while you do - if that makes either of your feel more comfortable - but I'm with Sara on this, and you know it.
    "And shower. And change. And eat."

Wade Wilson has posed:
    Wade eyes Jon and nods. "That's not too far off either" he says. "Next thing you know he'll be smiting people in iambic pentameter..." he mutters and shrugs before turning his attention back to Sara. "Alright... alright... I'll go. Just... call before you go to sleep, if you go to sleep again?" he asks before rising and sliding the alcohol back into its pouch.

    He eyes Ghost Rider and says, "I'm not going to stop calling you Bone Daddy just because you don't like it." He even goes so far as to add, "In fact, that's a surefire way to keep me on it." He makes a finger fun at Johnny and gives Sara a kiss on the forehead before stepping back and maneuvering around the crowd in the small ward.

Johnny Blaze has posed:
Johnny looks at Wade with a bit of a frown. "Ugh." Is all he manages to groan out when he seems to settle on calling home 'Bone Daddy'. "Worst movie ever." Johnny seems to frown, and looks about to continue before his attention seems to rest on Jonathon at his sudden outburst.

"Easy, buddy." Johnny tells him with a bit more of a serious expression touching his features, looking ready for a sudden fight. Though he seems to just as quickly calm down. Or...de-escalate from his Archivist thing. Johnny goes back to standing up straight and tall, and he hums. "It happens, man. More than a few of us here who can sympathize." Johnny smirks.

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    "I'm fine," Jon says softly. The rage is gone now, as if it had never been. "I'm sorry. The fall of Alexandria is... still painful to my ancestors, over two thousand years later." It's a long time to hold a grudge, but it /was/ when they'd had to leave Egypt, and they haven't been back since. He looks at Bear and says, calm and reassuring, "It's fine, okay?"

    He wraps an arm around Cael and sighs. "I'm just glad you're awake," he says to Sara, sincerely. "If there's anything I can do to help... well, I can't be your therapist." A smirk. "But whatever you need, if I can help... just ask."

    He turns to peer at Wade as the man leaves. Frowns slightly, actually. "We should talk," he says to the mercenary. Because nobody in this room has any idea about the 'smiting in iambic pentameter' except Jon himself, and because he's curious. Because of course he's curious.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara has no idea what Wade was talking about, but then that was at least thirty-percent of the things Wade said and honestly, she gave no fucks at all about it. Maybe she should care that sometimes he talks to walls, an other times he knows things that no person should, but none of that matter when she looked in his eyes... so she let it go, with a smile, and watched him head for the door.

"If I sleep, I'll text you," she replies. "I mean maybe... where's my phone?"

On cue, Sara's phone falls out of thin air onto the bed by Bear.

"Huh, thanks Alis," she then says, picking up her phone. "And now I'll text before, if, I sleep. Right now I'm just going to sit here and... think."

She looks over at Cael, then Jon, "Thank you... if there's anything I need, I'll send out a round of texts to all of you, and... thank you for being here. I..." she fidgets, then pets Bear more. "I hate this sort of shit, but I'd of really lost it if no one I knew was here."

Cael Becker has posed:
    As the tension eases, Bear relaxes, letting out a snort towards Jon, and turning his attention back to Sara - tail wagging fiercely as he licks at her hand, and tries to edge close enough to lick at her face as well.
    "We've got your back - anytime," Cael promises Sara in a calm voice. "Now... I'm sure the doctors will want to get in here and check you out. Do you want one of us to stay - or do you want to be alone?" she asks simply.
    "No offense caused if you want us all to get the hell out. Or if you just want Bear to stay for the moment. I'm alright for the moment without him."

Wade Wilson has posed:
    Wade nods and then gives Jon a shrug. "Sure thing, when I'm not about to fall over from cocaine crash and lack of sleep" he waves and heads on out. He's got places where he can go to get clothes and a few things to look in on before he truly goes to sleep, but he'll get there eventually.

Johnny Blaze has posed:
With Jon apparently calming down enough, the rage being gone, and he nods softly. "Must be a pretty open wound." Johnny tells Sims with a bit of a smile. "But, I'm sure it's fine. I trust you." He turns his attention to Sara. "If you need us, you know what to do." Johnny looks at Wade as he heads on out. He takes a deep breath, looking at Jon and Cael and he smiles a little bit at Sara.

"Good to have you back, Sara."

and with that, Johnny gets moving again. Leaning off of the wall and heading out the door.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara still had one hand firmly on Bear and as he inches up to lick her face, she then had two hands petting him.

"Go stretch your legs, get something to eat, maybe some coffee," she offers to Cael. "Let the doctors do whatever the fuck it is they want, with Bear here, then bring me coffee, two sugars, single cream. I'll decide then if I want to be alone, or not... just can't think straight right now."

She pauses there to look at Johnny, a soft smile touching her lips, "Thanks for coming to get me, and thank him too, Johnny."

Cael Becker has posed:
    As Sara instructs them to leave, Cael responds with a simple nod, then repeats back the coffee order - like she didn't know it already. "Two sugars, one cream," she promises.
    There's a momentary hesitation before she detaches from Jon, making her way over to Sara's bed finally. She leans in, wrapping one arm around the other woman, and gives her a hug before she adds softly, "I'm glad you're alright."
    Straightening, she rubs at Bear's head before returning to Jon's side, wrapping and arm around him again as the pair make their exit together. After the doctors have been directed to feel free to head in, she and Jon find there way to a quiet, side room - where tears of relief finally begin to fall. "See?" she offers quietly. "I knew she'd be alright."