Say If It's Worth Saving Me. (CLOSED)

[Norah Byron]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i53.tinypic.com/2r3bmu1.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #384214; width: 500px; height: 601px; padding: 0px;, bTable] A slow, sly grin and she pointed out, "Six thousand years of practice means that he's had plenty of time to get it right in time for me. And really, I'm the one who matters, right?" She laughed, but wasn't entirely joking. For all her oddities and twitches, Norah was incredibly confident in her actual romantic life. Abiel was hers, she knew that, and she never fretted over whether he might not be faithful or might want more from a woman than she could give. The two of them filled spots in one another's lives that no other person could touch, nor ever had, and she didn't second-guess that. Norah shook her head sadly and sipped her wine. "You need a little male attention, my darling. To remind you that you're a girl as well as a doctor and a sister." She turned her head and looked Letty up and down, lips pursed in consideration. "I think Ki's probably the wrong choice for this job. How about Mick--Miguel?" Their head of security, the drummer Doro's older brother, wasn't a hunter. Technically. He was a semi-reformed gangbanger and former enforcer, but he was also pretty handsome, at least in Norah's opinion, and distinctly not a teenager. However, it was also notable that Norah might be the only person on earth who thought of Miguel as 'sweet'. To other people he was surly, intimidating, hyperprotective, and had a tendency to walk around visibly armed and scowl at people while fingering a knife in order to get his way. He relaxed only around the core 'family' of the band and Bishop, and only Norah dared call him 'Mickey' and do stuff like kiss his hair and pester him into eating. The redhead had a funny blind spot about men sometimes, shying away from perfectly charming men that everybody else liked a lot and then attaching like glue to men who normal people thought of as scary. Which is how she could, in perfect earnestness, try to set her pretty blonde doctor friend up with a criminally-inclined professional thug by saying, "Let him take you out, the club scene in this town is crazy. He's a dollbaby, and at least you know that you'll be totally safe from other guys hitting on you when you're out with him. And I have it on very good authority that he kisses like a champ." [style=padding: 0px 10px; font-size: smaller;] Location: Norah's Suite, NYNY Casino, Las Vegas Outfit: A black and white sundress, very short (as always) Music: Hold On - Lorica Notes: Yes, she would absolutely set Letty up with him. [/style]

[Dr. Violet Halvoni]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i862.photobucket.com/albums/ab190/kortluvsummer/a-4.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #C71585; width: 500px; height: 558px; padding: 0px;, bTable] Shaking her head slowly, her soft blonde waves falling in a wave of shimmer over her shoulder, the doctor laughed. "I s'pose that's one way to look at it." The thought of being with a man, erhm creature, with that level of experience, intimidated Letty. Her palms were slick after just imagining the possibility. "When do you even find the time?" She inquired, imagining sex to be a private process, possibly difficult to participate in when your life was full of cameras, snooping eyes, and of course; a tour schedule and a bus full of brothers. The next time Norah spoke, Letty's drink caught in her chest. "You want to set me up on a blind date" As she spoke, the last words practically dripped with distaste. Wrinkling her nose up a bit, she thought to herself. It had been a long time since she'd went on a date, actually, she couldn't even remember the last time she'd gotten dressed up for a night out with anyone, much less a man. "Not a chance in hell." While she could always trust Norah's taste in the opposite sex, as far as looks were concerned, the personality and backgrounds men of her liking possessed were a bit rougher than Letty cared for. Letty could relate to a little emotional baggage, she had her fair share, which was probably another reason she steered clear of the dating scene. Connecting with another person, on a level deeper than flesh and small talk, was difficult enough without adding all of Letty's abandonment issues to the mix. In order for her to feel comfortable she would need a man that fit into one of two categories; the first being someone completely free of any personal issues. A squeeky clean boy-next door kind of fellow. The other, someone with problems that rivalled her own, someone who would fix her as much as she fixed him. A person she could relate to and benefit from. Both were rare to cross paths with. As Norah mentioned the club scene, Letty perked up a bit, she could really use a night out. Though, she had been picturing her red haired starlet to be at her side, rather than a man Norah fixed her up with. Raising a brow, she asked through narrowed eyes, "have you been plotting this all along, miss Byron?" [style=padding: 0px 10px; font-size: smaller;] Location: Norah's Suite, NYNY Casino, Las Vegas, Nevada. Emotions: Skeeved out. Outfit: Short, casual dress, red bracelet, woven tote. Notes: Letty won't be having any of that nonsense. [/style]

[Norah Byron]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i53.tinypic.com/2r3bmu1.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #384214; width: 500px; height: 601px; padding: 0px;, bTable] Norah gave a squeak of actual indignation. "It's not a blind date, you've met him. He was there in Kansas City, he punched that guy who was trying to grab your arm to get you to dance with him?" She said it like it ought to endear Letty to her point of view. "And there's no plotting involved, I was hoping that you'd get here and tell me that you've figured out that putting a huge weight of expectation and demanding perfect compatability and the strong potential for True Love Forever before you're willing to even go out and grab dinner with a guy is ultimately self-defeating." A sweet, pointed smile, but she also meant it. Norah thought Letty was setting herself up for a whole lot of hurt by investing the entire topic of dating with so much portent. Maybe because the redhead was nineteen and had never had her heart broken, maybe just because one of the few ways Norah never doubted herself was in the matter of her inherent lovability. But this was also just about as far as she was willing to push the issue, and so she finished the wine in her glass and said, "As for me and Abiel, there are a fiar number of weeks when we just don't find the time. He comes out and joins the our when he can and we share a room. Right now we're managing fine, but he has to go back to California soon and it'll be phone sex and him flying out on days the show is dark again." She glanced at how much Letty had eaten and decided that the carbs probably counterbalanced the wine and so asked, "You ready to come take a look at Sam? Or we can wait until later tonight, I usually pop my head in after the second show." [style=padding: 0px 10px; font-size: smaller;] Location: Norah's Suite, NYNY Casino, Las Vegas Outfit: A black and white sundress, very short (as always) Music: Hold On - Lorica Notes: The confidence of the very young. [/style]

[Dr. Violet Halvoni]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i862.photobucket.com/albums/ab190/kortluvsummer/a-4.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #C71585; width: 500px; height: 558px; padding: 0px;, bTable] Letty gave an expression she often found herself sporting, which clearly portrayed a sense of suddenly finding a memory that had since been shuffled to the back of her brain. "Right, Miguel." She nodded, trying desperately to remember exactly what he had looked like, but the details of his face escaped her. It wasn't entirely suprising, the night Norah spoke of Letty had consumed far too much gin and tonic. "Still.. No. No colleages, no neighbors, no friends of friends. It just makes things difficult if the set up doesn't go as planned." Recalling bits and pieces of the details of the bodygaurd's history, Letty winced, "besides, could you imagine he and Jeremy in a room together?" Settling back in her seat, nursing a piece of ice she had retrieved from the bucket beside her, she listened as Norah criticized her a bit. Moments like these, the singer's age shone through slightly. How Letty envied the years of innocence, the bliss of ignorance and joys of the naive. If only she could go back to a time before her heart had become calloused. With patient eyes she watched her young friend, she'd never told Norah about Robert, or the pain she went through whilst she loved him blindly, so she couldn't expect her to understand. With no plans to fill her in now, as the only living soul who knew a thing about it was her brother Jeremy, she responded as lightly as she could muster. "I don't need true love forever, I just need chemistry. WIthout that, what's the point?" She asked, reaching a finger up to twist a lock of hair at the nape of her neck, as she often did when she was nervous or in uncomfortable situations. "I don't want what's easy, or convenient. What's 'right now' isn't always what's right. I'm willing to wait. I'm happy to wait." Relieved that Norah's next statement took them off the topic of her non-existant love life, and back to Norah's romance, Letty's eyes widened a bit. What the hell is phone sex? She'd heard the term before, but never having cared enough to tune into the details, she hadn't the slightest clue what it entailed. Not wanting to step too far onto intimate ground, she refrained from posing her question. Snapping her back to reality, Norah mentioned checking in on Sam. "Yes, of course." Letty answered, anxious to look over the stranger she had been so worried about. Fetching her bag from the seat beside her, she placed it on her lap and rifled through it quickly to ensure she'd brought everything she may need. After completing her mental checklist, she withdrew a stethoscope from a small box within her tote, and hung it around her neck in habit. "Lead the way, dear." [style=padding: 0px 10px; font-size: smaller;] Location: Norah's Suite, NYNY Casino, Las Vegas, Nevada. Emotions: Patient. Outfit: Short, casual dress, red bracelet, woven tote. Notes: The many faces of Letty. [/style]

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[Norah Byron]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i53.tinypic.com/2r3bmu1.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #384214; width: 500px; height: 601px; padding: 0px;, bTable] Norah shook her head, "No, but what's 'right now' is what's right now. Your life's happening, and I hate to think of you being a passive participant in it." But the conversation moved on, and Norah let it go. She piled things onto the tray and moved it inside, stowing the sandwiches under a lid and putting them into the fridge, re-corking the wine and dumping out the iced tea. She stepped back into the black pumps, checked her hair in the mirror and ran a fresh slick of gloss across her lips, then grabbed a slim purse and a rather bulkier tote bag and said, "Off we go, then." Down to the sixteenth floor, Norah held a finger to her lips before swiping the key and peeking her head in. A glance around and she nodded, waved Letty in silently. There were three people already in the large hotel room, all of them seemingly asleep. It wasn't hard to pick out Sam, who was the one lying unconscious on the bed, the sheet pulled up to his chest and a small gauze pad taped over one temple. There was also a very small dark-haired woman with a narrow, intense face that seemed stressed out and defensive even in sleep. She was curled up on her side on the sofa, a blanket pulled in tightly around her. And sitting in an easy chair that had been pulled up next to the bed, his upper body slumped over and his arms crossed on the bed supporting his head, a scrawny, pale teenager with sharp features seemed to be sleeping fitfully, twitching halfway awake at every noise. No matter how quietly the two women tried to move, it wasn't quiet enough to keep from waking up the young man in the easy chair. He started up awake, looking terrified and angry. The expression started to ease when he saw Norah, then redoubled on seeing a stranger. "Adam," it was barely a murmur, Norah moved over to the boy (who was probably about her age, maybe older, but there was something essentially childlike, undefended about the young man) and gathered up a fistful of his shirt in back. It was a strange sort of hold, it looked uncomfortable the way it pulled the t-shirt he was wearing taut against his narrow chest, showed that his ribs were too clear even through the fabric, but for some reason it seemed to help the kid relax. Or maybe that was her explanation, "This is Letty, the doctor I told you about. She's going to take a look, then monitor to make sure he stays healthy going forward. The boy, Adam, nodded and then sort of bobbed his head to Letty. "Hey." But he edged closer to Norah, almost hiding behind her. Norah gave Letty an apologetic look and turned to face Adam, crooked a finger at him to get him to bend his head enough that they could whisper back and forth. Low enough not to wake either of the two sleepers (though either of them would have happily shouted down the ceiling if it would have woken Sam) but Letty would be able to hear clearly enough. "Want to stay and watch," Adam was saying. "You can if you want, but I doubt it'll be very interesting. Just a quick exam, she might set up an IV to help him stay hydrated." Norah took Adam's hand, but lifted it up and laid it on her shoulder rather than keeping hold of it. Adam winced. "Needles." She nodded. "If you want to go to your Dad's room, I'll come find you both and fill you in when the exam's done?" Adam looked about to object, and so she added, "Castiel will probably show up too, knowing him." That got him moving, he nodded and picked up a hoodie that was draped over the back of the chair. There was a rattle of pills in the pocket, but he slung it on and let Norah kiss his cheek, gave Letty another weak smile and slipped out of the room. Norah smiled at Letty too. "Long story," she murmured. She gestured toward Sam and the bed. "I'll stay out of your way." In proof of which she started moving silently through the room, tidying up the very slight mess that had accumulated through the day. [style=padding: 0px 10px; font-size: smaller;] Location: Norah's Suite, NYNY Casino, Las Vegas Outfit: A black and white sundress, very short (as always) Music: Hold On - Lorica Notes: Everybody wants a piece of Sam. [/style]

[Dr. Violet Halvoni]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i862.photobucket.com/albums/ab190/kortluvsummer/a-4.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #C71585; width: 500px; height: 558px; padding: 0px;, bTable] Oh, Norah. There is so much more to life than courtship and physical intimacy. Letty thought, watching the slight red head do a brisk clean up and prepare herself for the potential cameramen that may cross their path on the way to Sam's room. As she finished, they slipped out into the hallway, allowing the door to swing closed behind them. The long legged females made it from Norah's entryway to the elevator in just a few strides, enjoying a comfortable silence as it lowered to the 16th floor. As they reached their destination, Norah signalled for Letty to remain quiet. She wondered why it mattered if she spoke in normal tones, as it was highly unlikely the Winchester would awake from his elongated sleep state at the sound of her tender voice. Her unposed questions were soon answered as the door creaked open, revealling a male-female duo of sleeping strangers, in addition to her new patient. Though she and her musically inclined companion remained silent, the young man awakened, perhaps at the sound of the door clicking closed. As he rose to his feet swiftly, Norah extended a hand to calm him. Letty offered a weak smile, which was hesitantly returned. As he continued to stare at Letty with defensive eyes, she allowed hers to rest upon Sam. Only turning back towards the twitchy teen, now known as Adam, to wave as introductions were made. Tuning out the remainder of his conversation with Norah, Letty padded across the room on silent feet, to kneel beside the makeshift bed Sam was lying upon. Gazing down at him, she took in his features. His structured face was pinched in undiluted agony, his squared jaw clenched tight and his smooth lips pressed into a taut line. Extending a delicate hand, she sweeped a few whispy lengths of chesnut toned hair from his forhead. Norah was soon at her side, giving nothing more than a two word explanation as to why Adam had been so jumpy, and Letty didn't push the issue. As the singer offered to stay out of Letty's way, the doctor nodded in appreciation. Though she hadn't anticipated Norah being a particularly in-your-way type of person, it always made her job easier when she was able to work without interruptions or cautious eyes, watching her every move. As Norah got to work tidying the surrounding room, Letty got to work on easing Sam's situation, as best she could. Reaching down and withdrawing her crystal agate from the tote beside her, she placed the medicinal stone on the nightstand that stood directly adjacent to Sam's left temple. After whispering a few murmured chants, the stone glimmered slightly brighter, and the pain in Sam's face subsided almost entirely. The eyes that once darted back and forth beneath their lids, settled, and the worry lines that previously blemished his flawless face, softened. Letty sighed in relief and reached to lift the bottom of Sam's shirt to begin the initial exam. As her icy fingers brushed his skin, Sam's body twitched in response. "I'm sorry, Sam." Letty whispered, bringing her hands before her mouth she huffed out warm air from her diaphram to warm them. As she gently placed them back upon Sam's skin she spoke a second time, "there, I hope that is more comfortable for you." She continued to lift his shirt, revealling the clenched muscles of his toned stomach. He was clearly still writhing internally, dispite the portion of burden that had been lifted by the agate. Letty's eyes narrowed in concern, the corners of her mouth turning slightly downward. She'd better work quickly. His internal trauma was clearly manifesting itself throughout his body and nervous system, and she couldn't stand to see someone in this amount of psychophysiological distress. Once his shirt was rolled out of the way, she brought the buds of her stethoscope to her ears and lowered herself over his unconscious body, extending the tunable diaphram portion of the instrument to touch just above his lunges, and then to his chest. Her breath caught in her throat as she listened and relistened, double and triple checking his heartbeat. She had expected her test to reveal a slightly higher than normal result, but she never thought he would be suffering from severe tachycardia while his body was at rest. "190 BPM. That just won't do, Sam. We've got to get that down a bit, relax. Shhh." Letty whispered, using a combination of her warm, gentle touch, soothing voice, and agate crystal, to calm him as much as possible while she dug into her bag with her free hand. As her fingers finally ran into the shockingly cold facial mask, she pulled it out and rested it over Sam's eyes. She hoped this simple vagal maneuver would decrease his heartrate dramatically. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough to bring him down to a level Letty felt comfortable leaving him at. Reaching into her tote again, she withdrew a small black box, opening it she examined the lables of several small viles, finally deciding upon a few CCs of Amiodarone. Wiping the tender area on the underside of his elbow with an antiseptic pad, she inserted a small schringe and allowed the medication a few minutes to spread and take affect, before taking his heartrate once more. This time the results were satisfactory and she could move on to the final steps of her process. Though she wouldn't normally start out with parenteral nutrition bags for a comatose patient's IV, she used her expert opinion to decide that Sam's body needed as much nutrients as it could get. Once that was finished, she attached one last IV bag, diluted morphine. Moving to stand, she lowered Sam's shirt and pulled his blankets back into place, in order to keep his body temperature high enough for the medications to take affect properly. "I think he'll pull out, soon." The doctor raised her whisper a bit, in order to call Norah's attention. "I gave him an antiarrhythmic agent via schringe needle, to slow his heartrate. That is what I am most concerned with as of right now, his levels were through the roof." Pausing to glance back at Sam, who now looked more at ease, she continued, "The IV is pumping him full of essential nutrients, liquids to hydrate, as well as morphine." Once she had finished filling Norah in, she sat cross legged on the ground, cocking her head to one side as she took in the raven haired woman asleep nearby. "Who is she?" [style=padding: 0px 10px; font-size: smaller;] Location: Norah's Suite, NYNY Casino, Las Vegas, Nevada. Emotions: Patient. Outfit: Short, casual dress, red bracelet, woven tote. Notes: Blah, hopefully you follow that. I had a well worded post typed up, until my computer crashed, I had to whip this one up on my lunch break. [/style]

[Norah Byron]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i53.tinypic.com/2r3bmu1.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #384214; width: 500px; height: 601px; padding: 0px;, bTable] While Letty was performing her exam and administering treatment, Norah ghosted around the room setting things back in order. Throwing away the wrappers of snacks and so on, piling up the remnants of a room service tray and setting it out into the hall, gathering up dirtied towels and stowing them in a laundry bag, pulling down a folded clean sheet from the closet and setting it aside. She put together another laundry bag of dirtied clothes to take up to her suite and send out for washing, then wrote out a note on a piece of the hotel stationery advising whoever too the next shift with Sam to call down for more clean linens and towels. Once Letty was finished with Sam, Norah listened to the assessment and nodded, committing it to memory both so that she could look up the few terms she didn't understand and so that she could pass on the news to others later. "Thanks, Letty. I appreciate your help. I didn't dare take him to a hospital." She moved over to the bed and pulled the rumpled sheet off of Sam, bundled it up and set it to the side and then replaced it with the fresh one, smoothing it over his body and ending with kissing his forehead (no change, there was never any change) before glancing over at the woman sleeping on the couch. "Her name is Ruby," the redhead murmured. "She and Sam have a complicated history, but I suppose you would call them friends. She's very...devoted." Something odd about her pronounciation of that last word, like maybe Norah had originally intended to say something else. As soon as the room was tidied again, Norah said, "Let's clear out? Ruby doesn't get much sleep, I don't want to wake her. We can go back in and check him again in a couple of hours, right before the first show? In the meantime I need to update his father and brother and sister, and put another call in to Dean's voice mail just in case he wants to decide he cares." Again a strange note in her voice, though this time it was easy to read as sourness, disapproval. Norah found it astonishing that Dean was still off dicking around with his girlfriend and a preteen boy when the entire rest of his family was here and his brother was unconscious-to-comatose. But she kept calling, kept leaving messages in case the eldest Winchester sibling could be brought to any sense of his responsibilities. [style=padding: 0px 10px; font-size: smaller;] Location: Sam's Room, NYNY Casino, Las Vegas Outfit: A black and white sundress Music: Hold On - Lorica Notes: Bits around the edges. [/style]

[Dr. Violet Halvoni]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i862.photobucket.com/albums/ab190/kortluvsummer/a-4.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #C71585; width: 500px; height: 558px; padding: 0px;, bTable] Shooting a fretful look over towards Sam, she reluctantly agreed to leave his side for a short while, and tag along with Norah to fill in the rest of his family. Rising to her feet and gathering her things, she tip toed towards the door, with Norah following after, explaining Ruby's relevance briefly. Letty picked up on certain words in her monologue; complicated, history, devoted? She raised a brow and waited to pry until they were in the hallway, and no longer at risk of being overheard by the sleeping brunette. "So, what's the cliff notes version to the real story behind Sam and Ruby?" She posed the inquiry directly, as this was a question that interested her enough to for-go her typical 'nose to home,' mentality. She took special interest in Sam's background, maybe because she was helping her closest friend, maybe because this was the first hunter she'd worked on in over a year, maybe something else? She wasn't sure. Realizing she had glossed over a crutial discrepancy in Norah's story, she interjected before the singer had time to answer her first question, "Wait. His sister? Since when?" [style=padding: 0px 10px; font-size: smaller;] Location: Sam's room, NYNY Casino, Las Vegas, Nevada. Emotions: Nosy, confused. Outfit: Short, casual dress, red bracelet, woven tote. Notes: Sorry for the shortness, feeling out where to go next. Should we open the thread to Adam, John and Nichole? [/style]

[Norah Byron]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i53.tinypic.com/2r3bmu1.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #384214; width: 500px; height: 601px; padding: 0px;, bTable] Norah gave a pained little smile and leaned against the wall a ways down from Sam's room. "There really isn't a cliff's notes version of that story. I mean, there is, but it makes no sense. Not that the full version makes any sense either." She shrugged. "Ruby was a demon who pretended to be an ally of Dean and Sam's when they were working to prevent the apocalypse. She spent two years scamming them, playing at being an ally while secretly undermining their relationship and corrupting Sam, getting him addicted to something that was very bad for him, furthering the interests of the uber-demon that was driving the apocalypse. And in the last moments when the fate of the armageddon was being decided, she betrayed them one last, huge, monumental time and Dean killed her." A weary shrug. "Now she's been returned to life as a human. And somehow all the things she did before weren't her fault, she was a victim and was forced to do all of it and her only great sin was that she just loved too much. Or something. I told you it doesn't make sense. Anyway, now she doesn't get further than six feet from Sam and he puts up with it and any time I try to get involved I'm told firmly to keep my nose out of it, that I don't understand. Which I don't." "And the sister is a sore subject all the way around. She popped up out of nowhere a few months ago, returned to earth by God and..." she shook her head, "again, there's no cliff's notes. My advice is to stay out of the thing with Nichole. Let them work it out themselves, I got myself mixed up in it because I keep adopting Winchester men whether I intend to or not, but believe me when I say I'd rather I wasn't." Norah managed another smile. "I've got to go talk to John and Adam. I'll talk to you again before call, okay? Thanks for looking at him right away, I'll let you get some rest. I know it's a long flight." She juggled her bags onto one arm and gave Letty a quick hug. "Talk to you soon, hon. I really am glad you're here." [style=padding: 0px 10px; font-size: smaller;] Location: Sam's Room, NYNY Casino, Las Vegas Outfit: A black and white sundress Music: Hold On - Lorica Notes: I was thinking to go ahead and wrap it, free Letty up to do some other stuff. [/style]