Watching Kanaya knit in frantics is almost as boring and tedious as riding an elevator alone to the top floor of a skyscraper but watch vriska did. Intently.
Between Kanaya's knitting, Aradia and Equius playing patty cake and overhearing people complain about the weather or their non-existant bruising Vriska all but wondered what the hell came over her to get hooked on a doctor. Sure Feferi was brilliant and sassy and beautiful and didn't take shit from anyone come hell or high water but she was still a doctor, an angel in a minefield of disease and death and everything horrible about life. She sighed, resting up against one the metal frames enclosing the waiting room.
The muffled sound of my heart will go on, damn Feferi and her love of Celine Dion, emanated from her pocket. Ignoring the snickers from Aradia she answered. "Give me good news please. Aradia and Equius have started a preschool hand poem tournament and Kanaya has efficiently knit the longest scarf in the history of fashion." Hearing a tired chuckle on the other end lifted a weight from Vriska's shoulders. "Well, he's stabilized and the vein has been taken care of. If he was awake he'd just need a good sleep then he'd be good to go the next morning but…" Vriska didn't care for how Feferi trailed off. "Since he's still comatose we're going to put him in a room and fit him with the necessary equipment," Vriska sighed. "And put him on watch until he wakes up." The withstanding "if" was heavy. "What should I tell Kanaya?" Vriska sighed, glancing over her old friend and noticing the extra foot she managed to add to the never-ending scarf. "Tell her I'll be down shortly, try not to startle her too much until I'm down there. And Vriska…" She could practically feel the stress in Feferi's words. "I love you." With a tight swallow Vriska nods her head. "I love you too."
Pocketing her cell phone, Vriska slowly makes her way over, sitting directly beside Kanaya and places a hand on her shoulder making the other jump. "Easy fussy fangs," she starts lightly. "Feferi called, she's on her way down but she told me to tell you that everything went fine." Kanaya's shoulders slumped forward, sighing very loudly and drops her needles to her lap. The action brought a smile to Vriska's face.
Resting her head against her palms, Kanaya rocks slightly before looking up and back to Vriska. "Did she say anything about him waking up?" Vriska felt a knot form in her throat. "Uh…" "He isn't awake but we have him on watch." They both turn to Feferi, watching her close the glass door.
She waves nonchalantly and takes a seat beside Vriska, letting her head fall against her blue eyed girlfriend's shoulder, Vriska reaching up to pat her head gently. Kanaya set her jaw and fiddled with a button on her skirt. "Can…Can I see him?" She asked after a few moments of tense silence. Feferi lifted her head slightly. "Mmm…In a minute. They need to set him up to a respirator and then a catheter and heart monitor. They'll page me when he's ready." She resumes her former position, placing a light kiss to Vriska's shoulder blade.
With a sigh Kanaya continued to wait, tapping her foot to the random steps of strangers and wheelchairs. She only managed to stop herself when she heard the familiar buzz of Feferi's pager. Leading them up to the designated room, Equius and Aradia decided to leave soon after making sure Kanaya was okay, Feferi propped up a few chairs beside Eridan's bedside before collapsing against her own. Kanaya approached him slowly, a hand pressed against the base of her neck, the other reaching out to hold Eridan's.
Vriska felt the tension ooze and stayed close to the door. She was never very close to Eridan, even when they had that mockingly titled fling in high school she didn't care for much more than the relief he gave her yet, it did hurt to see him hooked to multiple wires and machines. It hurt even more to see the two people she ever admitted to care about hurt watching him.
It was too much for Kanaya to handle. Both her hands clasped around Eridan's, her eyes unable to hold the tears back. She messaged the back of his hand with her thumbs, mumbling under her breath. "Eridan…I need you, please wake up. Come back to me." Her shoulders shook. Vriska and Feferi shared a glance; nodding simultaneously they gently promised Kanaya to return later and left her alone with Eridan.
Waiting for the familiar click of the door closing, she allowed herself a low sob, the tears freely falling down her cheeks and chin. Everything she had held in while waiting with her friends poured out in low quiet shudders and sniffles, her hands clenched tightly around Eridan's still one. She rubbed the back of his hand gently with her thumbs, praying he would adjust his hand to do the same. As he always did.
