8170/Quaid's Unexpected Bedside Guest

Quaid's Unexpected Bedside Guest
Date of Scene:	04 July 2019
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	In which Darcy visits Frank in the hospital, OR Why do we allow Darcy to talk to anyone outside her own department again?
Cast of Characters:	Darcy Lewis, Frank Quaid

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Darcy Lewis has posed:
It might have been a misuse of contacts, but after that interview with Sebastion and Officer Quaid, Darcy was unhappy and uneasy. She had mulled over what she should do and finally managed to get some information on him from a coworker. Learning that he was in the hospital had alarm bells ringing like mad. She took the afternoon off, grabbed a company car, and drove ehrself out to Mt. Sinai.

Very politely, she stopped by the gift shop. She bought a single daisy in a slim vase, and a silly little teddy bear in a police hat, then asked the visitor desk which room he was in. She gave over her ID, was given a pass, and then told his room number. Yes, the thought of how easy it might be for some deranged killer to get past that security did tip toe across her mind as she rode the elevator up. Her heels clicked on the floor. She leaned into the door to push it open carefully. Leaning in, she looked for Officer Quaid. Frank, she had learned the name from her coworker. Frank Quaid.

Frank Quaid has posed:
Frank is in sole hospital bed in the private room. He is hooked up to an IV and intubated. The monitors beep softly and steadily. There are a few flowers and cards on the window sill. Sitting beside the bed and working on her phone is a middle-aged woman with long brown hair pinned up. She is dressed conservatively, business casual. She looks up when Darcy comes in and her eyes narrow slightly.

"Hi," he she says neutrally. "I don't think I know you. Are you a friend of Frank's?" she asks.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"I've worked on a thing together," Darcy replies, her voice soft. Her eyes sweep toward the bed, and her brows pull together in what is very clearly worry and sympathy and surprise.

"I... just heard about things, and.. I wanted to stop by..." she manages, eyes on all those machines.

Frank Quaid has posed:
The woman nods and relaxes. She looks at Frank as well.

"The doctors aren't sure how he's doing. We still don't even know what happened," she says and sighs. She looks back to Darcy.

"I'm Elaina Bever, his partner. You are...?"

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Darcy Lewis," says the agent, moving in and closing the door behind her. She offers the flower and the stuffy to Elaina, not sure where it should really go.

"I'm really sorry about ...whatever happened," she murmurs, brows still pulling up.

Frank Quaid has posed:
"Thanks, I'll let him know you brought these," Elaina says. Elaina gets up and accepts the gifts. She smiles her thanks to Darcy and puts them on the sill. She is quite tall when standing, even in flats. Elaina turns and looks down at Frank.

"I wish I knew," she says quietly. "We were just standing and talking, and then he was /gone/. He vanished. We found him hours later in an alley with the trash, covered in... sand. Doctors say he has all kinds of internal injuries and don't even know..."

Elaina stops and runs a thumb under her right eye.

"Excuse me, I need to make some calls," she says and makes her way out of the room.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Elaina's tall. Darcy isn't. Even in six inch heels. But she listens. She listens really well, red lips frowning as she describes what happened. There one moment, and then gone. The sand is weird, though, out of place. She looks back over at Frank, then back to Elaina. The tear isn't lost on Darcy.

"Yeah. Of course. I'll sit with him, for however long, Ms. Bever," she promises on a gentler note than she had promised the Killer Death Robot teh sanctuary of her room for movies, popcorn, and ice cream. Gentler, but no less stalwart. She'll stay. She'll keep him company. She'll make sure he knows he's not alone. Alone is scary. Darcy doesn't like people to find themselves in scary. She watches Elaina leave before moving over to Frank's bedside and taking up that seat. She's quiet for a moment, as if collecting herself.

"God, you look like shit.... I take back the things I was thinking about you. For now, anyway. Judge goes back out when you wake up and if you're still a dickhead," she tells him, tone soft, grumpy, and holding a bit of fondness? Maybe. It's hard to tell.

Frank Quaid has posed:
The only response is his steady breathing and the beeping of the monitors. He really does look like shit. The bandage is off, so his broken nose is clearly visible. He does nothing for his already mediocre looks. His eyes are not swollen, but they are obviously not yet healed black eyes. A day of greying stubble covers his cheeks. His forehead is lined with frown lines.

From where Darcy is she can see into a couple of them. One has a bunch of signatures on it with various comments, pretty much all jokes, including one that says 'Stay the fuck out of the Sahara dumbass!'

Darcy Lewis has posed:
The Sahara. A reference to the sand, no doubt. But with all first names, there's nothing more for Darcy there and she looks back at Frank with a soft sigh, reaching out a hand to cradle between hers.

"Fuck... Almost feel like I jinxed you," she murmurs at him, sitting, uncomfortable with herself, looking around.

"I wish I could help, like... if there was some way... something... Hang on. Hold that thought. I'll be right back," Darcy says, the soft slow halting tones of her voice speeding up to that ramble from the interview as her eyes land on the very TV Medical Drama Cliche of 'medical chart on a clip board dropped into a thing on the end of hte bed'. With the utmost care, Darcy sets Frank's hand down, glances at the door, then grabs the chart and her phone and scans each and every page.

"This is probably totally against hospital protocol or some bullshit, but something Weird happened and.. well... yeah. Not about to just sit on my ass if there's something that can be done about it, ya know?" Ah! There's teh ramble Frank's going to hate to love. Medical records copied, Darcy returns the clipboard to the exact same place she found it, right down to the angle it had be carelessly dropped in by the last physician. Recon complete, Darcy returns to Frank's side, and collects his hand again.

"So... Sand. Blink once if you can hear me. Fuck, that's stupid. Sorry. But... you can hear me right? Right. Going to pretend you can, because that would make this less weird. It's probably already weird. For you anyway. This is like.. a Thursday for me. Sitting in some dude's hospital room, holding his hand like we family when really I only met you like once and we didn't even really get along..."

Frank Quaid has posed:
When Darcy is not talking, it is quiet in the room. After a short while, the door opens and Elaina walks back in. Her forehead creases when she sees Darcy sitting there holding Frank's hand.

"Did you... know Frank? He's private, but he never said he was..." she leaves off, walking over. She gives Darcy an appraising once over. Maybe protective. Maybe something else. It is hard to tell, this woman has stern face down to an art.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy rambled about random things, just giving Frank an anchor, maybe, offering his fingertips some bit of nerve impulse stimulation. She read it...on a YouTube video... Shut up, there were captions. That totally counts as reading! In a pause of her words, the door opens and Darcy looks over. It doesn't even occur to her that it might be weird that she's basically a stranger and she's holding his hand, petting his fingers, like she was a neice or a cousin or a girlfriend. That last part? Comedy gold.

Darcy's wearing office attire. Business professional. Black suit, white blouse, pencil skirt that is NOT reccomended for curvy figures, stockings with the seam up the back. Her lips are bright red, the make up at her eyes is simple but effective. Her brown locks are pulled up in a bun. There's a nasty bruise, yellowing at the edges, peeking out of the bottom of her skirt - outside part of her thigh.

"Like I said. We worked together. On a thing." That's all Darcy says, turning back to Frank and letting Elaina enjoy the conclusions she jumped to. They are definitely not true. Maybe not true? Depends on the conclusion.

"Alright. You're beautiful partner's back now so, I'll head out and get back to the office. Rest up and get better soon, okay?" She pauses, like he's going to answer her. Darcy pats his hand gently, setting it down and then moving to stand.

"Thanks for letting me have some time with him, Ms. Beven. Do /you/ need anything?"

Frank Quaid has posed:
"No, I'm fine. Thank you for visiting Frank," Elaina says, with slightly narrowed eyes. She does look like she quite believes Darcy's answer. She steps aside to let the curvaceous woman walk past her. Elaina tilts her head slightly, then closes the door. She sits down beside Frank.

"You'd better wake up soon, because you and I need to have a talk, boss."