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[August 4: She left her life on Monday] [Gunslinger Girl] Going through the Motions
^^; I hope it's okay that this is slightly late? I had actually meant to post this earlier today, but I didn't get home with internet access until just now & it's only, er, 30 minutes past the deadline by my timezone. ^^;;
Title: Going through the Motions
Day/Theme: August 4 / She left her life on Monday
Series: Gunslinger Girl
Character/Pairing: Rico, Jean
Rating: G
“Hello, Rico."
“I think you have the wrong room,” the girl says, squinting up at the stranger, “I don’t know anyone named that.”
The man ignores her and steps further into the hospital room. He’s wearing a suit, very nicely pressed. From behind his shoulder, she can just make out the curve of her father’s jaw, the scratch of a pen upon cheap paper over and over and over. Her parents must be signing things, she thinks, and then she blinks. "Are you my new doctor?"
It’s not such a bad guess, really. Earlier, she was sleeping and they woke her up with their faint susurrus of voices and paper from out in the hallway. Mostly, it was strangers talking, all faint words and phrases like ‘helping the physically disabled contribute to society’ and ‘transferral of legal guardianship’. She’s not really sure what it all meant, though. She knows her parents didn’t, though, because they didn’t say much to the new people.
They always bring the new doctors in on Mondays, anyway.
"No," the man says, and smiles in a way that would be comforting if there weren't so many edges to it. "My name is Jean."
"Are you friends with my parents?”
“No,” he says, and takes another step closer to her. "I'm going to take you away from this place."
"To Rome National?" She's been to a lot of different hospitals by now. She supposes it'd be okay to go to another one. Maybe the antiseptics they use at the new hospital will be different, and it’ll be a different kind of sterile to get used to.
“Better,” Jean murmurs, and he’s standing by her bedside by now, smiling down at her, although his smile hasn’t shifted at all. He doesn’t look happy so much as he looks like someone getting what he’s always wanted; it reminds the girl of some of the more arrogant surgeons in the hospital, the ones who were only nice to her when the pretty nurses were around. “I work for the National Social Welfare Agency. We have our own hospital for girls like you.”
“Oh.” She thinks about this for a moment. “But I’m not poor.”
“It doesn’t matter.” And Jean reaches a hand out and ruffles her hair possessively; it kind of annoys her a little, though she doesn’t let it show. “We’re going to fix you anyway.”
Title: Going through the Motions
Day/Theme: August 4 / She left her life on Monday
Series: Gunslinger Girl
Character/Pairing: Rico, Jean
Rating: G
“Hello, Rico."
“I think you have the wrong room,” the girl says, squinting up at the stranger, “I don’t know anyone named that.”
The man ignores her and steps further into the hospital room. He’s wearing a suit, very nicely pressed. From behind his shoulder, she can just make out the curve of her father’s jaw, the scratch of a pen upon cheap paper over and over and over. Her parents must be signing things, she thinks, and then she blinks. "Are you my new doctor?"
It’s not such a bad guess, really. Earlier, she was sleeping and they woke her up with their faint susurrus of voices and paper from out in the hallway. Mostly, it was strangers talking, all faint words and phrases like ‘helping the physically disabled contribute to society’ and ‘transferral of legal guardianship’. She’s not really sure what it all meant, though. She knows her parents didn’t, though, because they didn’t say much to the new people.
They always bring the new doctors in on Mondays, anyway.
"No," the man says, and smiles in a way that would be comforting if there weren't so many edges to it. "My name is Jean."
"Are you friends with my parents?”
“No,” he says, and takes another step closer to her. "I'm going to take you away from this place."
"To Rome National?" She's been to a lot of different hospitals by now. She supposes it'd be okay to go to another one. Maybe the antiseptics they use at the new hospital will be different, and it’ll be a different kind of sterile to get used to.
“Better,” Jean murmurs, and he’s standing by her bedside by now, smiling down at her, although his smile hasn’t shifted at all. He doesn’t look happy so much as he looks like someone getting what he’s always wanted; it reminds the girl of some of the more arrogant surgeons in the hospital, the ones who were only nice to her when the pretty nurses were around. “I work for the National Social Welfare Agency. We have our own hospital for girls like you.”
“Oh.” She thinks about this for a moment. “But I’m not poor.”
“It doesn’t matter.” And Jean reaches a hand out and ruffles her hair possessively; it kind of annoys her a little, though she doesn’t let it show. “We’re going to fix you anyway.”