Groupe Hospitalier Pitié-Salpêtrière, Paris, 12 Jan. 1902

[icecoldfrost]

Emma had arrived in the early hours of the morning. She had left Fandom yesterday afternoon after receiving the letter, pausing only long enough to send out some messages. The Portalocity network had required a few connections - something about time-travel networks not all being back online yet - before making it to Paris. She was collected from her portal by Lady Abigail Irene and her servant, Mary, and escorted to a discreet clothier where her skirt and boots were pronounced acceptable (and exquisite, for the boots) and was fitted for a suitable blouse, corset, coat, and gloves with no questions asked.

Which meant after a few hours (and some alterations) she was now at the the hospital, half-dozing in her chair as she waited for the troublesome patient to wake.

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[bitten_notshy]

"Do normal people have near-death experiences at our age?" Jack sounded genuinely uncertain about that.

He sniffed the air a bit as she touched her hair, realizing he smelled her shampoo as vividly as if her head were right beside his. Perhaps some bits of the curse had their benefits.

[icecoldfrost]

"I'm never going to be able to wear perfume around you again," Emma sighed, rubbing at her eyes. "Not if you can smell my shampoo from there."

"I have no idea what normal people do at our age. Just that it's not this."

[bitten_notshy]

"Your lipstick has a scent too," Jack informed her. Because that was in no way creepy.

He reached to play with the bandages again. "I should go back to the island for a bit, I suppose. Maybe Ronan or Karla has a magic cure and I can forget all about this."

He did not sound as if he believed it.

[icecoldfrost]

"Creepy," Emma informed him, almost cheerfully. "I told both of them before I left that you were hurt, and that I'd let them know if they needed to come out."

"Karla wanted to come with." Emma had said no.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack's eyes widened. "You told her that she'd get us all arrested, didn't you?"

He liked Karla. She just sometimes made bulls in china shops look graceful, and all of Paris was a china shop just then.

[icecoldfrost]

"Burned at the stake for illegal magic, actually," Emma provided helpfully. "But if you want her here, darling, she's willing to come in a heartbeat. Ronan, too."

[bitten_notshy]

"Ronan could probably heal me enough to get me walking about without getting us burned at the stake," Jack conceded. "Thank you for telling people. I don't know if I would have had the stomach quite yet."

[icecoldfrost]

"She'll pout," Emma warned Jack, but she was already reaching for the pen and paper Sebastien had left behind from earlier. "I'll take her shopping to make up for it; I assume I'm writing this? Going by your bandages."

[bitten_notshy]

"Let her pout," Jack said. "Remind her about David if you have to. I'll bring her a present either way. And yes -- I think your handwriting will be better than mine at the moment."