Becboc
houseplant hoarder
It spoke volumes that Alannah's father was not the one to step forward to see his daughter. Alannah was close with all of her family, but she and her father had always held a special bond, one that meant that he already seemed to know that it was important that Cian was the one who went to sit by her bedside. Stuart had briefly filled them in on what had happened, but he hadn't failed to miss out how her bodyguard had been the one to stem the bleeding to her wound, had spent the past few weeks protecting her, and for that Mr Heshmati would be forever in his debt. So, the very least he could do now was allow the two of them to be together in his daughter's hour of need. Stuart had not gone into detail about the nature of Alannah and Cian's relationship - that wasn't his story to tell - but even a fool could see that there was more to it than their professions, in the way that Cian collapsed in relief upon hearing that his daughter was going to be okay. Watching the man walk past, his wife stopped him first and he did second, holding out his hand for Cian to shake, and clamping his other upon his large shoulder. The older man didn't say anything - he didn't need to - and once their moment had passed and Cian disappeared out of sight, Alannah's father engulfed his girls into his arms, closing his own eyes against the tears of comfort that came from knowing that Alannah was going to be okay.
On the hospital ward, Alannah was slowly beginning to come to. Her eyes were bleary, her brow furrowed as she fought through the heaviness that was clouding her mind. Something somewhere told her that she shouldn't be sleeping right now, that she had something important to do that she needed to wake up for... yet she couldn't quite place what it was. The sensation in her body was like that of having slept over an alarm and slowly coming to such a realisation through the fogginess of sleep. However, the more she struggled, the more that started to come back to her... her speech, the crowd, the applause... the gunshot.
Hazel eyes flickered to be met with the bright lights of the hospital wing, the light blue of the sheets of her bed. Her mind was flickering through images, feelings like an old disjointed movie; the pain in her stomach, the blood... Cian. It was when the image of her bodyguard, his face distorted with worry flicked to the forefront however, that Alannah couldn't help the little skip in her chest through her grogginess, the monitor at the side picking it up amongst the steady flow of the bleeps of her heart rate. Alannah glanced over at it, the wires that attached it to her body, the feeling of tubes rested up her nose. It would have been a little overwhelming if she hadn't then become aware of a warmth by her leg too, a presence... his presence. Her gaze landed upon Cian, head against the mattress his hand curled around hers. The sight of him caused a swell of emotion to rise within her; all of the fear, the heartbreak she had experienced in the moments before passing out where she had thought that she might never see him again. For all of her fear of what was to come, that thought had been by far the worst and she couldn't help but squeeze his fingers, her thumb tracing softly along his knuckles. Fuck, she wanted to wrap herself up in him, to never let go. But she couldn't. She couldn't move properly, didn't want to, for fear of the pain lurking within her torso. So in the end, she smacked her dry lips and tried to speak, her voice raspy, unlike her own, but... existent, and right now that as all that mattered.
"I knew it was only a matter of time before I caught you sleeping on the job." Alannah even managed a small smile but as the words came out, her eyes filled with tears and began to dribble from the corners, down her cheeks and onto the pillow beneath her head. When he finally looked up at her though, there was only happiness in her expression, relief and.... love. So much love. "Hey," she eventually whispered, her grip upon his hand tightening as her bottom lip wobbled, much like her mother's had done only moments ago. "You have no idea how happy I am to see you, McRannall."
On the hospital ward, Alannah was slowly beginning to come to. Her eyes were bleary, her brow furrowed as she fought through the heaviness that was clouding her mind. Something somewhere told her that she shouldn't be sleeping right now, that she had something important to do that she needed to wake up for... yet she couldn't quite place what it was. The sensation in her body was like that of having slept over an alarm and slowly coming to such a realisation through the fogginess of sleep. However, the more she struggled, the more that started to come back to her... her speech, the crowd, the applause... the gunshot.
Hazel eyes flickered to be met with the bright lights of the hospital wing, the light blue of the sheets of her bed. Her mind was flickering through images, feelings like an old disjointed movie; the pain in her stomach, the blood... Cian. It was when the image of her bodyguard, his face distorted with worry flicked to the forefront however, that Alannah couldn't help the little skip in her chest through her grogginess, the monitor at the side picking it up amongst the steady flow of the bleeps of her heart rate. Alannah glanced over at it, the wires that attached it to her body, the feeling of tubes rested up her nose. It would have been a little overwhelming if she hadn't then become aware of a warmth by her leg too, a presence... his presence. Her gaze landed upon Cian, head against the mattress his hand curled around hers. The sight of him caused a swell of emotion to rise within her; all of the fear, the heartbreak she had experienced in the moments before passing out where she had thought that she might never see him again. For all of her fear of what was to come, that thought had been by far the worst and she couldn't help but squeeze his fingers, her thumb tracing softly along his knuckles. Fuck, she wanted to wrap herself up in him, to never let go. But she couldn't. She couldn't move properly, didn't want to, for fear of the pain lurking within her torso. So in the end, she smacked her dry lips and tried to speak, her voice raspy, unlike her own, but... existent, and right now that as all that mattered.
"I knew it was only a matter of time before I caught you sleeping on the job." Alannah even managed a small smile but as the words came out, her eyes filled with tears and began to dribble from the corners, down her cheeks and onto the pillow beneath her head. When he finally looked up at her though, there was only happiness in her expression, relief and.... love. So much love. "Hey," she eventually whispered, her grip upon his hand tightening as her bottom lip wobbled, much like her mother's had done only moments ago. "You have no idea how happy I am to see you, McRannall."