round 3 overflow post

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Round 3 Overflow Post

This post is for Round 3 fills only. We ask that when a round hits 8500 comments, fillers begin moving their fills to this post.

Format:
SUBJECT LINE -- Round #, short description of fic (ex: "Alex/Hank, lab partners")
--- Link to the prompt
--- Text of the prompt

--- Link to the fill
OR
--- Entire text of the fill

EXAMPLE:
Prompt: http://xmen-firstkink.livejournal.com/6437.html?thread=1038472#t2038174

Charles/Erik -- Charles is a bakery owner whose most frequent customer is Erik.

Fill: http://xmen-firstkink.livejournal.com/6437.html?thread=0139482#t4502942

Charles started off the morning the same way he always did...

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Fill: Into His Arms pt. 16

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St. Mary's Hospital was big, old building, but with newer additions build over and around it. The result was a maze of corridors and wards that spread in every direction. Moira knew that Erik liked the place. He said that it was like a contractors dream and nightmare at one; things you could do if you had the budget, and the things you should never do when the budget ran out. Moira navigated through the corridors with a practiced ease. She had spent more time here than she could count, and she knew the place like a back of her hand. She didn't look back to see if Raven followed her or not.

Moira passed the first nurses station from the main doors, and continued her way down the east wing, the furthest station. She noticed the nurse she'd been looking for. She was on the phone, the receiver propped against her shoulder.

“Jane!”

She glanced at her direction and flashed a practiced smile, before she recognized Moira and her smile turned genuine.

“Hi Moira. Looking for Erik? He was just taken to the seventh.”

“Seventh? Why? We're always on the fourth.”

“I, um, I'm not sure of the details,” Jane said. The other nurse at the desk found the paperwork suddenly fascinating. “That's where he is.”

“But the seventh is the private rooms.”

“Yes. You know how to get there? Take those elevators, then straight left. Anna is on the desk in that floor, she'll help you if you needed it.”

“Thank you,” Moira said. She turned and walked back toward the elevators. Raven followed her without a word. Moira waited until the elevator doors dinged closed before turning to look at her.

“Private room? That's your brother's influence?”

“Or an added security detail,” Raven said. “This is a hospital for humans. Charles and me showing up here all of a sudden can cause some problems.”

“What kind of problems?”

“Don't worry about it. If there is any, I'll handle them. That's why I'm here for.”

The elevator jolted and Moira drew a deep breath as the nausea hit, closing her eyes for a moment. She felt Raven pat her arm, and she opened her eyes.

“Are you alright?”

“I'm fine,” she said. “Relieved. Seventh floor is a good sign. They wouldn't move him there if it was a serious episode. He would be in the south wing then.”

“That's good, right?” Raven said, hand still against her arm. She realized it was there and withdrew it quickly when the elevator doors opened.

They turned to left, and they saw Charles standing in the hallway, staring at the closed door of a hospital room. He turned his head slowly when they got closer, reluctant to take his eyes off the door. There was something closed and guarded about him that hadn't been there before, like he had backed himself in the corner of his own mind and now huddled there, afraid. Raven rushed to his side.

"How is he?"

"He's awake. Doctor Grayson is in there. She said they need to run some tests."

"Probably blood chem and EKG, routine stuff," Moira said. "How are you? The episodes can be tense. It must've been hard to watch if you hadn't seen one before."

He blinked, like he it hadn't occurred to him that it was an issue. "Me? Hard for me? I put my...Erik, I mean, Mr. Lehnsherr in the hospital, and you ask how I'm feeling?"

"It wasn't your fault," Moira said. "These things happen. He'll get the medication through IV and it's all fine in few hours."

"How can you be so calm?"

"Oh, practice, I suppose. I've been through this a lot,” Moira said. “I wasn't calm ten minutes ago, you can ask your sister here, she'll tell you. Have you been in there?"

"I don't think he wants to see me."

"Why don't you sit down for a minute and I'll go see how he's feeling, alright? Here you go."

Moira waited for him to do what she asked before turning to open the door and walking in.

The room was big as hospital rooms went, the bed close to a window that opened up to a piece of sky instead a brick wall like on the fourth.

Erik sat on the bed, surrounded by machinery and IV-drip hooked in his arm. He looked annoyed, the line in the heart monitor bouncing hard up and down. Doctor Grayson stood next to him, looking at the monitors. She was a tall woman, with a no-nonsense attitude. Moira had always liked her.

Re: Fill: Into His Arms pt. 16

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Boys! Ack! I'm scared for both of them here. Charles is just unsure of what to do in a case like this and Erik's still got to be overwhelmed by the news.