Jaime Lannister (AU) (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
princetonprince) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
modernmanpain2012-03-20 03:15 pm
princetonprince) wrote in modernmanpain2012-03-20 03:15 pm
[open]
Who: Jaime and Ashara, open to anyone who would want to visit him
Where: a hospital
When: ...the equivalent of mid-ASOS?
What: Jaime wakes from an attack.
Warnings: possibly violence trigger? Probably to be avoided if you have eye/medical squick.
It took Jaime a moment to realize he was awake, because he couldn't see anything. What tipped him off was smell: it smelled like a hospital, and his bedroom did not usually smell like a hospital. "Ashara?"
His voice was rougher than he expected and he lifted his head, trying again to open his eyes. They didn't open. He remembered all at once that he'd been with Cersei. He'd looked up just in time for something to fall of a shelf and splash into his face. A cold knot tied itself in his chest. He could remember screaming in pain, then nothing. Presumably he'd passed out. He lifted his hand, feeling the pull and tug of tape and a needle at his elbow -- definitely a hospital then -- and felt at his eyes. There was a bandage over them.
"Cersei? Is anyone there? What's happening?"
Where: a hospital
When: ...the equivalent of mid-ASOS?
What: Jaime wakes from an attack.
Warnings: possibly violence trigger? Probably to be avoided if you have eye/medical squick.
It took Jaime a moment to realize he was awake, because he couldn't see anything. What tipped him off was smell: it smelled like a hospital, and his bedroom did not usually smell like a hospital. "Ashara?"
His voice was rougher than he expected and he lifted his head, trying again to open his eyes. They didn't open. He remembered all at once that he'd been with Cersei. He'd looked up just in time for something to fall of a shelf and splash into his face. A cold knot tied itself in his chest. He could remember screaming in pain, then nothing. Presumably he'd passed out. He lifted his hand, feeling the pull and tug of tape and a needle at his elbow -- definitely a hospital then -- and felt at his eyes. There was a bandage over them.
"Cersei? Is anyone there? What's happening?"
no subject
"I did contact Tyrion. He's going to be here when he can make it back but the flights from overseas are a bit sketchy right now. He's trying, though."
no subject
He took a breath and nodded a little. "Okay. Tell him not to rush or anything, I'm sure the African kids or whatever need him more than I do." Actually he was not sure of that, and while he did sometimes show some selflessness where Tyrion was concerned, this was an uncharacteristic amount. Jaime didn't want sympathy. He pretty much just didn't want this to be happening.