It was strange. Dying felt a lot like dreaming. How did he know he was dying, or possibly already dead? He wasn't breathing he couldn't feel the soft rise and fall of his chest. All he felt was heavy, and he dreamed.
On Llidya's orders, Steven had been loaded into an ambulance and taken to the hospital. He was fully transformed into a statue. Hopefully nobody broke anything. He was still wearing his clothes, but every bit of flesh had petrified. No vitals could be assessed, no IV drips started. He was stone.
When he was wheeled intot he hospital, the doctors working the emergency room were completely baffled by this state. Luckily for him, his wallet was still accessible, and they were able to get an ID at least. He was placed in a room on a bed, and monitored frequently. Nobody knew when or if he would wake up.
It was like this wasn't it? Owen had been awake for hours after he fell asleep out there, trying to be the hero when he felt like he was just a puss or small cat who should leave heroines to the big and bad. He awoke to find he was monitored. A nurse came into the room with a notepad asking him tons of questions about who his family was and if they were alive? He answered yes, they was living in West Virginia where he was born and raised. The nurse told him he is free to go, that nothing was wrong with him, but they did several tests on him to make entirely sure nothing was broken, no wounds, nothing of that sort. The young lad was starving, the thought of something to drink was even better. He's been out for a pretty damn long time. The nurses and doctors spoke, he opened his ears to conversations all around him.
Listened in from a distance even when none knew what he was hearing. Sometimes these acute senses came in handy, especially the hearing part. "Mr. Terrafor, something must have happened."He heard one of the nurses say to another nurse, one of the doctors came out of the room where he was sure Steven was in it. Smelt his scent from his own room down the hall. Too many mixed up scents, the smell of chemicals, the smell of blood, mothballs, but he knew the scent of an ally for he remembered it, knew it in the deep part of his psyche. One of the doctors smiled, he saw him. Has heard of him from resources. "Ah! Dr. Connors. It's really nice of you to drop by. Come on in, this man was found not too long ago."Connors saw the petrified body, his eyes suddenly widened, knowing he was in a bad state. His heart pumped, it pumped some more, then faster meaning there was fear, he was terrified of the ordeal. Damn it! Damn it! He knew exactly who was on that bed, hooked up to monitors, this made him scared but he can't count any of that.
Quickly, he pushed some of the physicians away knowing this man was the same one with him and Zachary. He cursed under his breath, he could not just stand there without doing anything. The doctor gave him a look, he did not see the work clothes he was wearing when he comes to the hospital. He took a deep breath, then exhaled all the air from his lungs. "Steven! Steven! It's me. Owen."He was going to do everything to save him, everything. He stood with the team, he was going about this knowing what he was in the occupational form from his supernatural side. He has to think like a doctor, act like a doctor, be a doctor. That is what he did. Grabbing one of the masks, he put it on then slipped on one of the gowns till he was covered in the gear specialized in the field, he knew he was the best and he's done this many, many times.
None knew him, but at the end of the day people will see he has his gifts as well as the skills. It's time to use all what he has learned in medical school. Standing on the sides of the doctors looking down at Steven, he was not going to let him go under so fast, not if he could help it. He wanted to call Zach, but he did not know exactly where he was nor want happen to him. Food and beverages was pushed back with someone he knew in need, the first thing is put every effort into saving a life. Steven's was what he focused the most.
He somehow still felt some magic pouring from the petrified state. Hmm? Why did he feel that? His eyes studied his face. If the IVs did not work, the monitors had not responded then that will mean something was off as if he knew a thing like this but the others was baffled, he was far from baffled. Then suddenly his heart lowered, he did not know much about Steven personally, but something told him this man wasn't exactly as human. Come to think of it, Owen did smelt or sensed something about him the day he first met the man when he came to visit Zach who was going through a bit of crisis. He took some breaths, it was obvious that few could miss a lot, but Owen never misses a thing. If and when he awakes, he was going to ask who or what was he? He met Steven before the visit with Zach, he remembered talking to him, but never thought he'll see him again after that episode at the BDSM parlor where Zach lived. He was still a little frightened, not too aware this statue was anything but. Hell, he actually did think something terrible was wrong with him. Seeing as Steven never mentioned most about himself, he thought he was not well or had some horrible disease.
-- Edited by OWEN CONNORS on Thursday 7th of July 2011 08:24:40 PM
Several hours had passed since he had defended the young girl from the drug addicts. He still felt like he was dying, but there was a sensation of wholeness now. He didn't want to die. He wanted to live, and breathe...and eat! Wow, he was hungry. Did you get hungry when crossing over?
He began to fight the feelign of death. Like he was entombed in a sarcophagus molded expertly around his body. People didn't use those anymore. He fought harder, his consciousness struggling against the magic that held him in stone.
Owen and the other doctors would see hairline fractures begin crisscrossing the stone of the statue. It appeared as if the statue was going to crumble right there in front of them. However, right before a limb would have fallen to the ground fromt he cracks growing on it, his entire body shot upright. He went to rub his eyes, and stone crunched against stone, crumbling everything, and pushing grains into his eyes.
"Shit...ow. What the hell?..." He scrubbed his face a little softer, letting the stone chips and debris fall away. Finally his eyes had watered enough to flush the granules out, and he looked around through red and bleary eyes. Several members of a medical staff, and Owen, were gawking at him in open amazement.
"Hey..uhh..What's up docs? What? No chuckles? Tough crowd." He stood and stretched, the layers of stone from the rest of him falling away. He looked down at it all, and was really confused. "All right, what is this, some sort of mud treatment? Owen?"
Just then his phone rang. He reached into his pocket, which he just realized he was wearing clothes and still covered in stone. "Yo Zack! What the hell happened man? Last thing I remember is calling you about those V addicts. What? Okay, I'll go do that then. See ya later!"
With that he rushed out of the room, leaving the staff flaberghasted. He caught a cab outside, and headed home first. Grabbed a spare change of clothes, and hopped in his car. He sped away as fast as he could go legally, and tried to figure out the location by what Zack described seeing out of the high windows.
Luckily, there weren't many places with warehouses. They had their own district. Twenty minutes later he was in the middle of the warehouses, trying to gauge where Fido might be. He looked around, and noticed the few things Zack said he could notice, and pulled around.
