Tagress: Hospital: Recovery Ward“Actually, miss, I think Mr. Sanders there doesn’t need a shot.” Tiberius finally tried to help. “I’m guessing that might be a sedative, to help relax the patient?”What was this, someone was finally helping him? He beamed at Tiberius, praying fervently to Aislin that he could reach this mad nurse. She seemed hesitant, laying on this story that he was much more disruptive than he had actually been! Really, before Trent had come along he had been downright peaceful, merely sketching in silence.
“Hmm, you’re right. But I think Mr. Sanders has learnt his lesson, wouldn’t you agree?”
“Yes!” Dylan screamed back. “Oh Aislin yes!”Soon enough he was free as Tiberius now turned the Nurse’s attention to Moira. He felt bad for the woman, but now he knew how Trent felt. To have barely escaped such a harrowing fate! Lying back on his bed, he suddenly realized something.
In the whole scuffle to get here he had dropped his sketchpad. “I must go back outside!” He cried out, only to receive a glare from the Head Nurse. “I...dropped something...” he muttered softly. Though the bulk on her attention might be on Moira, now stopped by Tiberius, he could tell that she was still quite angry at him.
“I’ll be over here,” he said quietly.
And he could not wait till they got out of this wretched hospital.