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Jan. 9th, 2008 11:23 pm What event do you wish you could have been a "fly on the wall" for?
That night, Sarah Jane cried. Valerie was in the nursery. James had gone home for the night, leaving at the last possible minute. For the first time in nine months, she was truly alone. She had no roommate. She had no child growing inside of her anymore. She was alone in every possible way despite being in a hospital of hundreds.
“You should have seen him.”
The voice startled her. Sarah looked up, wiping her eyes. Her book falls off the bed on to the floor. The clatter startles her and she shakes her head quickly. There’s a nurse in the room now, carrying a meal tray. She recognizes her as the same light haired nurse from the afternoon. “Pardon?”
“Your husband,” she replied with a thick Scottish accent. The woman smiled kindly at Sarah as she placed the tray on a small bed side table. “It’s been quite a while since I’ve seen a man look upon his child with that much awe. He wouldn’t take her eyes off her – not until you walked into the room, that is.”
Sarah blinked again. She had, of course, seen the way James fussed over Valerie. The hospital staff nearly had to make him leave by force. They had alternated holding her for most of the afternoon (Sarah Jane, of course, getting extra time due to feedings). She hadn’t ever seen a man more careful or, she considered, more in love. It made her feel so warm and so safe and so incredibly happy. She couldn’t imagine there was more.
The nurse continued of her own free will.
“When I brought her out, he looked at her as if he had never seen a more beautiful sight. Oh, I swear: he couldn’t have been blinded by her. Even if it were the Queen standing there herself, he wouldn’t have noticed. That was love, Mrs Bond. Honestly.”
For a moment, she looked at the nurse as if she were mad. Queen and country came first, didn’t they? But if what this woman said was true, James had found something almost as equally important. And it was because of her. It did certainly explain the eager smile and his promise to return as soon as he could tomorrow. She knew that he loved them both – those sentiments had been repeated a lot that evening. But hearing it from a stranger seemed different. James was always so in control of his emotions. It seemed strange that someone could read him like that.
If only she could have seen it. If only she could have seen the way James’ eyes had lit up and the goofy smile that had broken across her face. But those bloody doctors had been too busy stitching her up. Some things, she thought, were totally worth her health. Being able to witness James meeting his daughter for the first time was one of those things. It wasn’t fair. She should have required her camera attend the whole event. That one picture of the three of them sitting on the bed -James’ arms wrapped around Sarah as she held tightly on to Valerie – suddenly did not seem like enough.
She wanted to relive every moment as a spectator. She wanted to fall in love with James and Valerie all over again.
Rationally, she knew that it wasn’t a wish that would come true. This woman’s words were the best she would ever have. As the nurse began the check on IV and vitals, she continued to babble about the afternoon.
It was music to Sarah Jane Bond’s ears.
[based on rp at milliways_bar]
That night, Sarah Jane cried. Valerie was in the nursery. James had gone home for the night, leaving at the last possible minute. For the first time in nine months, she was truly alone. She had no roommate. She had no child growing inside of her anymore. She was alone in every possible way despite being in a hospital of hundreds.
“You should have seen him.”
The voice startled her. Sarah looked up, wiping her eyes. Her book falls off the bed on to the floor. The clatter startles her and she shakes her head quickly. There’s a nurse in the room now, carrying a meal tray. She recognizes her as the same light haired nurse from the afternoon. “Pardon?”
“Your husband,” she replied with a thick Scottish accent. The woman smiled kindly at Sarah as she placed the tray on a small bed side table. “It’s been quite a while since I’ve seen a man look upon his child with that much awe. He wouldn’t take her eyes off her – not until you walked into the room, that is.”
Sarah blinked again. She had, of course, seen the way James fussed over Valerie. The hospital staff nearly had to make him leave by force. They had alternated holding her for most of the afternoon (Sarah Jane, of course, getting extra time due to feedings). She hadn’t ever seen a man more careful or, she considered, more in love. It made her feel so warm and so safe and so incredibly happy. She couldn’t imagine there was more.
The nurse continued of her own free will.
“When I brought her out, he looked at her as if he had never seen a more beautiful sight. Oh, I swear: he couldn’t have been blinded by her. Even if it were the Queen standing there herself, he wouldn’t have noticed. That was love, Mrs Bond. Honestly.”
For a moment, she looked at the nurse as if she were mad. Queen and country came first, didn’t they? But if what this woman said was true, James had found something almost as equally important. And it was because of her. It did certainly explain the eager smile and his promise to return as soon as he could tomorrow. She knew that he loved them both – those sentiments had been repeated a lot that evening. But hearing it from a stranger seemed different. James was always so in control of his emotions. It seemed strange that someone could read him like that.
If only she could have seen it. If only she could have seen the way James’ eyes had lit up and the goofy smile that had broken across her face. But those bloody doctors had been too busy stitching her up. Some things, she thought, were totally worth her health. Being able to witness James meeting his daughter for the first time was one of those things. It wasn’t fair. She should have required her camera attend the whole event. That one picture of the three of them sitting on the bed -James’ arms wrapped around Sarah as she held tightly on to Valerie – suddenly did not seem like enough.
She wanted to relive every moment as a spectator. She wanted to fall in love with James and Valerie all over again.
Rationally, she knew that it wasn’t a wish that would come true. This woman’s words were the best she would ever have. As the nurse began the check on IV and vitals, she continued to babble about the afternoon.
It was music to Sarah Jane Bond’s ears.
[based on rp at milliways_bar]
