Multiversal

WHO: Princess Nuala, Anna Demirovna
WHAT: A few things clarified.
WHERE: The Hellsing Residence; Princess Nuala's room.
WHEN: Shortly after Nuala's injuries; reposted from LJ.
WARNINGS: Discussion of violence, the Balor twins' disturbing relationship, etc.

It is eventually both necessary and feasible to move Nuala out of the infirmary itself; without Bethmooran healers and without Nuada at hand to ensure that both twins are receiving proper care, much of her recovery process will be a matter of maintenance, keeping her comfortable and stable and not letting her up and about to work. This is, she strongly feels, the very worst of it; there is so much still that she must do, and she can hardly afford to waste her hours in idleness. There's only so much she can do from her own bed, particularly when the Hellsing nurses in and out to tend to her are engaged in committing the cardinal offense of actually enforcing doctor's orders to rest and let heself heal.

The injuries, extensive as they are, will heal -- faster for the twins than they might on mere mortals, even -- but she's always been a difficult patient and the awareness of how much else is tied into her recovery now hardly helps. The obligatory cursory investigation into the incident only encourages the rumours that they have chosen not to contradict (Hellboy, who can be trusted with the truth of the matter, handles that); it's smarter, long term, to let this work for rather than against them. It's only that she wishes she could have more of a hand in it, that this terribly useful thing didn't have to come at the expense of her own health, comfort and workload.

There are a few things she can take care of from here, however; when Anna is summoned, the nurse at the door admonishes her not to overfuss the princess with the air of someone who has had a very long day already.

WHO: Princess Nuala, Anna Demirovna
WHAT: A few things clarified.
WHERE: The Hellsing Residence; Princess Nuala's room.
WHEN: Recently!
WARNINGS: Discussion of violence, the Balor twins' disturbing relationship, etc.

It is eventually both necessary and feasible to move Nuala out of the infirmary itself; without Bethmooran healers and without Nuada at hand to ensure that both twins are receiving proper care, much of her recovery process will be a matter of maintenance, keeping her comfortable and stable and not letting her up and about to work. This is, she strongly feels, the very worst of it; there is so much still that she must do, and she can hardly afford to waste her hours in idleness. There's only so much she can do from her own bed, particularly when the Hellsing nurses in and out to tend to her are engaged in committing the cardinal offense of actually enforcing doctor's orders to rest and let heself heal.

The injuries, extensive as they are, will heal -- faster for the twins than they might on mere mortals, even -- but she's always been a difficult patient and the awareness of how much else is tied into her recovery now hardly helps. The obligatory cursory investigation into the incident only encourages the rumours that they have chosen not to contradict (Hellboy, who can be trusted with the truth of the matter, handles that); it's smarter, long term, to let this work for rather than against them. It's only that she wishes she could have more of a hand in it, that this terribly useful thing didn't have to come at the expense of her own health, comfort and workload.

There are a few things she can take care of from here, however; when Anna is summoned, the nurse at the door admonishes her not to overfuss the princess with the air of someone who has had a very long day already.

Who: Nuala, Dr McCoy, NPC Hellsing aids; possibly others later.
What: Nuada's first attempt is a failure.
Where: Hellsing Guild Hall
When: Today.
Warnings: Violent injury; reference to violence; medical treatment; ping me if I missed something.

The first hint something isn't right feels quite the opposite; some faint sensation in the back of her mind that should be there, shouldn't it, some presence that is always more notable in absence. She's too occupied with her own work for that edge of determination in someone else's jaw to do more than steel her own spine, deep in conversation over the CiD and tapping a closed fountain pen against the edge of a notepad. It's routine and admittedly mostly for peace of mind on both sides -- they're circling the wagons with the advancing elections, but there's only so much anyone can do until they know what the situation is after -- which is why, later, Nuala will wish they'd been busier. That there'd been something that needed her attention and the conversation hadn't been permitted to meander over more varied subjects, that she hadn't still been on the line when, pacing her office, she'd been so violently wrenched to her knees.

She has a half-second to despair of what the grapevine is going to sound like tomorrow when the pain hits her full force and she realizes the sound she's hearing is coming from her own throat, gold blood soaking through her sleeve, her skirt, spilling down her arm and her thigh. Her short-lived cries bring her nearest aides in at a dead run, one shutting down her CiD and another dispatching someone else to fetch Dr McCoy while endeavouring to keep the princess conscious as anaphylaxis begins to set in, heart-rate rushing and leaving her no breath to scream Nuada's name.

This is going to be difficult to explain.