[For Raven] bang bang.

[formerlysiryn]

It's only been a few hours, but Terry had been woken before she could get to bed, and at this point, she's exhausted. She's only accidentally shattered one sheet of glass on the hospital floor and she feels hollowed out, with nothing but fear and anger coursing through her in turn.

Fear, for obvious reasons. Anger, because if she had gotten her father back only to lose him to something so mundane as this, she isn't sure she would have handled it well. At least the first time, she'd had some consolation in the fact that he'd died saving people (and a lot of denial).

She's spent most of her time by his bedside, save for a trip to the hospital cafeteria to grab a cup of coffee and a stale scone. It's better than nothing, and she eats it standing outside his hospital room, the door cracked so she can hear the beeping of the heart rate monitor. Even though she knows he's fine, he's pulled through and will wake up soon, the noise is reassuring.

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[and_proud]

Raven just really wants to go home, bury herself in blankets while she tries to come to terms with what's happened today. But it turns out that being stabbed is a bigger deal to the nurses than it is to her, and she can't exactly explain why she fully expects to heal a lot faster than they're counting on. She still wanders more than she's supposed to, careful not to intrude when she sees Theresa at her father's side. She's surprised to see her standing in the hallway one of the times she comes to check on Sean, bowing her head and preparing to leave. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were here," she says, though that's not entirely true.

[formerlysiryn]

Terry bristles when she notices Raven over her coffee, and doesn't say a word at first. She's spent most of the last few hours keeping herself under control, keeping her voice at a level that wouldn't disturb other patients or break anything else. Seeing Raven now does little to keep her calm, but...the doctor had said a blonde woman had called it in, had been hurt, too, hadn't he?

What were the bloody chances?

"What are ye doin' here?"

[and_proud]

"I... waiting to be discharged, mostly," Raven says, though that's only half of the answer. She could easily be watching whatever the hospital TV is showing, getting caught up in some soap opera about space or bizarre game show reruns. She can't help but glance in the doorway to catch a glimpse of Sean, heart sticking in her throat like it has each time she's seen him. She doesn't know what she'll do if anything gets worse than it is, if he doesn't wake up again. "How is he?"

[formerlysiryn]

Raven's glance in the doorway causes Terry to look back through it again, an action that she can't stop herself from doing. Seeing him in the bed like that terrifies and reassures her all in one go, and she's already drained.

"They say he'll be fine," she says quietly, and tears her gaze away from the room to look at Raven again. She's too tired to deal with the anger that burns through her every time she even thinks about Mystique, let alone looks at her -- especially now, especially when the last time she'd seen him hurt this badly had been at her hands -- but she has to know. "They say a woman was there and saved him, but wouldn't tell me more."

[and_proud]

The relief that Sean will be fine is something that Raven can't help but express outwardly, exhaling a breath she must have been holding for hours while the corner of her mouth lifts barely. Her expression sobers all over again, though, at the mention of her having been the one that saved him. It's hard to come to terms with that in her mind. That he was that close to dying, first and foremost, and that she might have made some sort of difference between his life and his death. "I was there," Raven answers, quiet, too. "I called the ambulance."

[formerlysiryn]

There is nothing to say to that, at first. Terry can admit she has trouble stepping back from something when she digs her feet in, and she has been thoroughly entrenched in the image of Mystique as a stone-cold murderer, a woman whose only goals are to further herself and her terrorist agenda. But hell, Raven...she's softer, somehow. Younger, obviously, but that doesn't necessarily mean a thing, Terry knows. Mystique would have left Sean to bleed out in the alley and saved herself.

Raven saved him.

This is not the sort of moral dilemma Terry wants to be wrestling with in her current state, but she lets out a shaky breath and is genuine when she says the only thing that matters at the moment.

"Thank you."

Without Raven, Terry might have been reliving one of her worst nightmares all over again. She can't dismiss that.

"Are...are you okay?"

[and_proud]

Raven can't respond to the gratitude, because she just doesn't know how. She did what she had to do, and that was the right thing. Maybe part of it was about proving the both of them wrong, proving not only would she never hurt them but that she'd help them, but most of it, she has to hope, was about just being a good person. "Nothing that won't heal," she offers instead with a tight smile.

[formerlysiryn]

"Good," Terry says with a sigh, looking away from Raven. The hall is mostly silent around them, weighing down on her. She clears her throat and leans back against the wall, arms crossed and practically hugging herself.

"What happened?" For all that she's been told, she still doesn't really know much yet, with the doctors brushing her aside (rightly so) as a worried family member.