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Post by Missouri Moseley on Jul 22, 2008 11:23:39 GMT -4
It took Missouri a while to get everything together that the boys would probably need at the hospital.
She went upstairs to her extra store room and pulled out a big bag that could probably pass as a woman's large purse. She really didn't feel like being stopped by security or anything so she didn't bring her special case.
Tossing a few things in from upstairs she made her way downstairs to her cabinet where her most used items sat waiting. It took over an hour for her to make a majority of what Bobby had called to ask for. Protection charms were very time consuming but with the urgent need she put a rush on it, being careful to not mess anything up.
She walked into another room and tossed a few things into the nearly full bag...
Things had gone on like that for a while until she was positive she hadn't forgotten anything. Missouri now stood inside the entrance to the hospital, trying to figure out where exactly she should go.
Hitching her bag up on her shoulder she started to walk amid the busy nurses, doctors, and visitors.
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Post by Bobby Singer on Jul 22, 2008 14:12:55 GMT -4
Bobby had taken to pacing the small waiting area after the doctor had explained all that she was willing to in regards to Sam and his condition and everything that had happened. He knew John was right in stating that they needed to get Sam the hell out of the hospital but that would only open an entirely new can of worms. The boy was still injured and sick and needed a doctors looking after yet the longer they left him there the more chance they had of the doctors committing the boy instead of helping him.
Bobby knew the truth was out of the question as it always damn was so they were going to have to take things from a different view point; the problem was figuring out which point. I t had been a little over an hour since the doctors had taken Sam for testing and Bobby wasn’t entirely sure as to where John had gotten to while they were waiting.
Bobby’s eyes searched the hall directly next to the small waiting room and he was relieved to Missouri making her way down it. Her help would be a good enough place to start as any.
“Missouri,” Bobby called out her name wanting to catch her attention as he made his way towards her.
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Post by Missouri Moseley on Jul 22, 2008 18:20:56 GMT -4
Why hospital arrows and maps always had to be so gosh darned criss-crossed and backwards Missouri would never know. She was about to just go up to a nurse and ask where the boy was staying when she remembered that most likely he wasn't under the name of Winchester. The darn fools hadn't told her the current name they'd assumed. Idiots.
She was relieved however when she heard Bobby calling out and turned to walk over to him, a bit relieved. "Bobby," she said, the smallest of smiles coming onto the woman's face. "How is everyone?"
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Post by Bobby Singer on Jul 24, 2008 8:52:51 GMT -4
Bobby nodded politely as Missouri made her way over to him.
“Glad you got here Missouri,” he said his eyes scanning the area of the waiting room looking for any signs of John but coming up with none.
“Everyone is a bit shot in the ass though I figure it could always be worse so right now it is fine. John is around this damned place somewhere doing God knows what, Dean is off somewhere again doing God knows what and Sam got taken up to get some tests run on him. Doctor said he woke up for a few but then they had to put him back under…she said he was confused and going on about demons and what not…John wants to get him out and I would tend to agree on a few fronts but we can’t go moving the boy when he’s still banging on death’s door…” Bobby explained his eyes finally resting on Missouri’s once more before affording a glance towards Sam’s for now empty hospital room.
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Post by Missouri Moseley on Jul 24, 2008 11:44:35 GMT -4
Missouri listened to Bobby before nodding, "Well I have to agree with you and John. But while we don't have that option for the moment I suggest we start working on some protection for while he's here. And it wouldn't be a bad idea for the rest of you to take some as well. Lord knows you can certainly get into enough trouble."
"This his room?" she asked, motioning with her bag to the open doorway before going on in. "We mine as well get started while we wait for all those Winchester fools to get back."
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Post by Bobby Singer on Jul 28, 2008 9:25:56 GMT -4
“Trouble? Now now it ain’t rightly our fault if the damn thing follows us around like the plague guess it comes with the territory,” Bobby replied with the faintest smile as he shook his head affirming that that was Sammy’s room across the hall from them.
Bobby walked over to the door his eyes scanning the hall for any sign of the doctor before motioning for Missouri to make her way in so that could get started setting up whatever protections Missouri had brought with her.
“What all did you bring for the boy?”
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Post by Missouri Moseley on Jul 30, 2008 11:11:43 GMT -4
"Plenty," she said, starting to pull things out. "Along with supplies to make even more." Missouri had made sure to bring many bags to mix the herbs in along with things to place around the room in case something might want to come in that shouldn't.
She pulled out a small container of Arnica. "Don't worry it's for putting around the room to keep some spirits out. Though come to think of it if Sammy has some bad bruising or swelling I could give him some arnica oil to put on it," she said, thinking out loud as she started mixing this and that in small two inch square drawstring bags. "Here put this over about the door would you honey?" Missouri held out a finished bag.
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Post by Bobby Singer on Jul 31, 2008 9:42:12 GMT -4
Bobby watched intently as Missouri set about pulling things out of the bag she had brought with her. He had to give her some damn good credit she had brought just about everything under the sun which knowing their bad luck lately they would need ever last bit of it too.
“Boys got enough bruises and swelling to run a Arnica company for years; he ain’t in too good of shape still,” Bobby said running a hand over his face.
Bobby took the finished bag Missouri had put together and set it over the door like she had asked.
“You didn’t happen to bring anything around with you if there happened to be a bit of a hound issue?” Bobby asked glancing through the small window in the door to make sure they were not going to expect any company.
They still didn’t know when the boys deal was up and he would rather be safe then sorry when it came to Sam.
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Post by Medical Team on Aug 5, 2008 11:42:14 GMT -4
The doctor who had taken Sam Winchester up for more tests had sent the nurse back down to his room to retrieve his file and gather some of the medication bottles she had left on the table as she had rushed to get the young man from the room and up for his tests. She pushed open the room and was startled to find it occupied by two people.
She noticed the one man was the one who was supposed to be the boys father yet she wasn’t sure who the woman was.
“Sorry I didn’t mean to disturb you…I just needed to gather some files for the doctor who is needing to run a few more tests on Samuel,” the nurse said politely as she gathered the files and medicine bottles as quickly as she could. She noticed some rather odd things on the bed that the woman seemed to be working at but she decided not to ask she had seen plenty of people with odd beliefs during her time at the hospital.
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Post by Bobby Singer on Aug 5, 2008 11:48:59 GMT -4
Bobby had taken a few steps away from the door and it had pushed open to reveal a small woman who had to have been one of Sam’s nurses. He knew they would be fine if she began to ask questions about what they were doing; after all there was the whole freedom of religion nobody had to know exactly what it was they were doing.
“How is he doing?” Bobby asked as soon as the woman had spoken Sam’s name. he knew she more then likely had to get back to where they were running the tests but just the same he did nothing but worry about the boy since he had been admitted into the hospitals.
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Post by Medical Team on Aug 5, 2008 12:02:44 GMT -4
The nurse turned her attention back to the young man’s father as he spoke to her and she finished gathering up the things that the doctor had asked her to retrieve.
“He’s still stable. As the doctor informed you she had to sedate him and he is still heavily sedated probably will be for a few more hours. It was just so that she can run the proper tests to make sure he doesn’t have any other internal damage that they may have missed on the first round of surgeries. The seizure he had on the table as well as his obvious disorientation and delusions that he woke up with is what is alarming for the moment. But the doctors are doing everything they can for your son sir,” she said politely as she made her way to the door of the room.
“I will be sure someone informs you of any changes with your son as soon as possible. You can stay in the room till they bring him back down then the doctor will no doubt need some time to make him comfortable,” she explained with a smile as she pulled open the door and showed herself out making her way briskly back up to where Sam Winchester and the rest of the medical team were at.
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Post by Missouri Moseley on Aug 6, 2008 16:13:28 GMT -4
Missouri kept silent as Bobby and the nurse conversed and continued to work on her bags and little concotions. When the nurse finally left she glanced at him, "Hound issues won't be an issue for us," she told him, holding up some Viburnum, better known as Devil's Shoestring. "Put that over the door too would you honey?"
Picking up two more bags she went to put them on either side of the door just in case. "Now what else do we need," she muttered, looking through her things.
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Post by John Winchester on Aug 9, 2008 17:03:52 GMT -4
John gave a grunt as the nurse came out of the room they had taken Sam out of, as he followed her movements til she was out of sight, hoping she was going to return with his son in tow. But after that he figured he'd better go into the room, he knew Bobby was in there, but he could have sworn he's heard Missouri's voice. Why had no one come to find him?! Although it was a big hospital, and he hadn't even been in it. He had been out, he couldn't stick around in the hospital not doing anything...That just wasn't him.
"Well I thought I heard your all knowing tone in here." John said as he opened one of the doors slowly, spying Missouri by the door straightaway and then looked round and saw Bobby not to far away. "It's good to see you've brought supplies with you Missouri." John commented nodding at the psychic as he came fully into the room, letting the door swing shut behind him and his gaze sweep to Bobby, concern and tiredness showing in his eyes, which somewhat mirrored his friends. "What did she say about Sam?" He asked slowly but somewhat calmly.
He was only running late due to being away doing some research, it was just the case of trying to find someone that knew what damm curse that bitch Meg used and how to break it. He badly wanted to go after her, but knew he'd risk hurting Sam, knowing a strong shaman, maybe even a witch or someone who could work enough voodoo to counteract the damm curse or spell she had put on him. He had been visiting some of his known contacts but none could help him with what he was dealing with. John knew he just needed to clear his head and then he would be able to think clearly but at the moment, it just wasn't happening, although he knew he wanted Meg's blood that was for sure.
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Post by Bobby Singer on Aug 11, 2008 9:42:04 GMT -4
Bobby took the Devil’s Shoestring from Missouri and placed it above the doorway hoping that it would be enough should the need arise. He watched for a moment as Missouri seemed to mill over what to gather together next and Bobby hoped that they would be able to get everything sorted before the doctors brought Sam back and made then leave again.
He turned as he heard the familiar voice of his friend filter through the room.
“Doctor’s say he’ll be fine given some time to heal…they’re trying to figure out what caused his “fit” … though we damn well know what did it,” he grumbled bitterly only hoping that they could keep Sam away from any further injury though that was all very much up in the air because they didn’t know what in blazes Meg was going to do next or what she had planned.
“Nurse said they should be bringing him down again soon,” Bobby said looking at John only wishing there was more they could do but their hands were tied at the moment.
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Post by Missouri Moseley on Aug 12, 2008 9:33:21 GMT -4
"Just because I finally know more about something than you John honey doesn't make me ALL knowing," Missouri joked, walking back over to the supplies. "We would have included you in the party but we weren't too sure where you'd wandered off to."
She picked up a jar and began to examine it's contents before putting it down and picking up another which she took a pinch and placed in a bag.
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