My first Sleepy Hollow fic, yay! Love this show, love these two! I did realize however that it's extreamly difficult to write for Ichabod. Everything has to sound very proper, and he's very wordy, which I am not used to. So if I didn't quite capture his voice here, forgive me, hopefully I'll get better. Feel free to read this as Ichabbie or simply as a friendship fic, it works either way I suppose. Enjoy and let me know what you think!
Abbie had been sitting in the waiting room for what seemed like forever. A glance at a clock told her it had only been an hour and fifteen minutes.
An hour and fifteen minutes since she'd rushed through the doors of the hospital, antidote in hand. Whatever this plague was that had taken over Sleepy Hollow, she'd been left to deal with on her own after Ichabod had ended up infected.
He was lying in a hospital bed in the corner when she'd entered the room. She'd handed the vial of medicine off to the doctor in charge; he'd thanked her and swiftly had her removed from the room. She caught a glimpse of Ichabod though, he didn't look well. His eyes were closed, his skin was pale, to pale. Black veins stood out in stark contrast, she could see them running up his arms, along his chest. She'd wanted so badly to talk to him, to let him know that she'd figured it out, that she'd gotten the antidote, that it was going to be okay. One of the other doctors had pushed her out of the room and she'd ended up exactly where she was now, sitting in a waiting room, for an hour and eighteen minutes now.
She heard rustling behind the doors of the room where the patients were being held and finally a doctor emerged. Abbie stood as she walked over to her.
"Miss. Mills correct?" She asked; Abbie nodded.
"I wanted to thank you for your help; if you hadn't gotten that antidote here as soon as you did a lot of people would have died today."
"So everyone's okay?" Abbie questioned. The doctors face took on a grim expression, Abbie knew she wouldn't like what was coming next.
"A few of the patients were too far along for the antidote to do much good, unfortunately all we can do now is make them comfortable." The doctor explained.
"But we still owe you a thank you Miss. Mills; you saved a lot of people today." She added.
"How long will they have to stay here till they can be released?" Abbie asked.
"We're getting ready to discharge them now actually, whatever that stuff was, I've never seen anyone heal so quickly, they seem good as new, and all their vitals check out, they'll be ready to go soon."
Abbie nodded and the doctor retreated back into the room.
She'd been trying to read the doctors expressions. She didn't want to come right out and ask about Ichabod, she assumed the doctor knew they were working together. She didn't offer Abbie any condolences so; she figured no news was good news.
She sat back down in one of the extremely uncomfortable chairs and started to wait, again.
Eventually people started leaving. She watched as small groups of people left together, or a few filtered out on their own. She hadn't realized how many people had been infected until she watched them all walk past her. Eventually the small trickle of people leaving stopped and Abbie was left in silence again. She found herself fidgeting so she sat on her hands. He'd walk through the door any second now, he'd probably look confused but he'd smile at her and say something ridiculous and they'd laugh. Any second now, she kept telling herself that over and over. Seconds came and went, it had been an hour and forty minutes now, an hour and forty minutes since she'd seen him. Was he one of the few that had been to far gone? He didn't look to well when she saw him but to be honest none of them really looked good. She shook her head to clear the thoughts; he was fine, if he could survive two hundred and fifty some odd years buried underground, he could survive this. She leaned her head back against the wall and closed her eyes, watching the door just made anxious, besides he'd be out any second.
At some point she must have fallen asleep, she didn't remember doing it but the next thing she knew she could feel herself being shaken slightly.
"Miss. Mills?"
Her eyes shot open and she glanced at the chair next to her. There he sat, still in those same ratty old clothes. She acted without thinking and wrapped her arms around him in what made for a very awkward, sideways hug, given the arm rests between them. He stiffened for a second; clearly unsure of what to do, but when she didn't let go he relaxed and wrapped his arms around her waist, returning the embrace.
When she finally let go she slapped him on the arm which only succeeded in making him look even more confused.
"I am not sure why that was necessary." He said, rubbing his shoulder.
"What the hell took you so long? I've been sitting out here for a half hour thinking you'd died." She scolded him.
"I simply wanted to ensure that I was sufficiently well enough to be released." He explained.
Abbie's eyes softened a bit.
"Just," She stopped for a second, trying to decide what to say. "Just don't scare me like that okay?"
His brow furrowed in confusion, clearly not understanding her meaning.
"It's just," She took a deep breath, "This isn't exactly an easy job to do on my own, okay, it's no fun being the only witness, it's much better if there's someone else along for the ride." She said with a hint of a smile.
"You mean a second witness perhaps?" He was kidding with her now; she knew he'd understood what she meant.
"Something like that yeah." She said her smile widening.
"Well I'd be happy to take on the role."
She sighed, and stood up,
"I suppose you'll do." She said casually. He pulled out the perfect mock offended look and she laughed.
"So how did you find the antidote?" he asked, moving onto more serious conversation.
"It's a pretty long story." She thought for a moment. "When's the last time you had a decent meal?" She asked, knowing already what the answer would be.
"A few centuries I'd wager." He stood up next to her.
"We'll go back to my place; I'll make us a decent dinner and tell you all about it." He nodded and she moved towards the door.
"Miss. Mills?" She turned back to face him.
"I understand you were worried for me, I just wanted to thank you for the concern." He said, She shrugged, brushing it off even though she knew what it meant.
"I am glad that we're working together." He added. She smiled.
"I wouldn't want to work with just any witness." She said, it came across lightly but he read the seriousness in her eyes.
"I feel quite the same." He agreed.
She nodded and smiled.
"Let's get a move on then Crane, I haven't eaten in ages." She said dramatically, he fell into step beside her,
"I think in the contest of who hasn't eaten the longest I might win every time." He said, glancing down at her.
She laughed and he held the door open for her as they walked back into the night.