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Who: Maddy, Emma, Thomas, Jamie, and Charlotte Kemp
What: Waking up
When: Wednesday night/early Thursday morning
Where: Maddy's hospital room
Warnings: Discussion of torture, language, TBD

As soon as Maddy had burst through the hospital doors on her stretcher, she felt herself marginally unclench. True, people were shining lights in her eyes, and everything hurt. And they asked her all sorts of questions. And she had to get her head examined and patched up, and that kind of sucked. But the doctors had determined her concussion was mild, and put something in her IV to help her sleep. Oblivion came knocking quickly, and Maddy embraced it gratefully.

When she woke again, it was in a dim, private room. Her hands and arms were covered in clean white bandages, and she had an IV in one arm. She felt lighter than she had in the past three days, and it took her a while to put two and two together, and to realize she was on painkillers. Good ones, if the blissful feeling was any indication.

She tried to sit up, but that made things pull funny, so she didn't try too hard. She looked around for someone, so she could ask where she was. She hoped her mother would show up soon.

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The idea that Thomas kept nail polish remover around to clean up the antics of his sister was amusing to Emma and she chuckled. "Of course he did," she said fondly. "Though he used to paint his black with this really cheap stuff that smelled terrible. That took forever to come off too and it stained everything. I was glad when he grew out of that."

Maddy and Jamie both pulled faces as Emma talked.

"Dad wore cheap black nail polish?" Jamie asked. "I can see that, actually."

"I don't remember that," Maddy added. "Then again, Thomas already...9, I think, when I was born, so when he was being all 'rebellious teenager', I was only 5 or 6."

"He did. And while most of it was stubborn and took forever to remove, other bits would flake off everywhere and I kept finding nail polish in everything. And when I asked him to try to be more careful with it, he flipped me off. Ah, it's nice to know those days are behind us," she said with a nostalgic smile.

"I had a yellow nail polish like that," Maddy recalled. "Took me an hour to take it off, so I pitched it in the bin and never wore it again."

"It is," she agreed. "I mean, I don't really remember much of those days, but I like the Tommy I know now."

"So do I," Emma agreed. She had always known Thomas would grow out of it, though she hoped he would do so before he ended up in prison. Not that she had expected him to do so because he had a child, but that was the way it happened.

"Are you tired, or should we continue to be distracting?" she asked her daughter. She was still quite worried about her.

Maddy yawned, she was pretty tired. "I could definitely sleep, since I haven't for a few days. But I don't really want to be by myself, either."

"I won't go anywhere," Emma promised her. "I'm staying right here. I love you, my darling girl." She had such retroactive fear, but her daughter was here now, and safe. Horrible things had been done to her, but for now she was out of danger and that was what mattered.

"Love you too, Mom," Maddy said, yawning more widely this time.

Jamie stood and hugged Maddy again. "I'll go and sit with Aunt Char for a while," he offered. "See how she's doing."

"Tell her I love her, and that I'm sorry?" Maddy asked, squeezing Jamie's hand.

"I will," he promised, hugging his grandmother too, before heading back out to the waiting room.