19-04-2019, 10:58 PM
Julie gave an understanding nod, then received a text.
"Well, I'm certain we can come up with something befitting you, Helena. Just a sec."
Julie typed a response. Under her breath, she muttered as she typed.
"Hey! Yeah, we're with her right now." She hit Send and looked back up.
"Hmm," Helen hummed curiously. "Who was that?"
"Oh, Denise. Young friend I met recently. Helped her out with a problem. Thanks to you, actually." Julie got a reply. "Denise says to get well soon, by the way. She's taking care of the house while we're gone. Huge fan of yours, you 'talked to her' once."
Julie grinned. Helen immediately knew what the grin and emphasis were about.
"Well, 'stop giving out my fucking number' aside, if I've re-learned anything recently, it's that your choice in friends means she's got to be pretty special. Tell me about her."
* * *
The following day, Contessa Helena de San Finzione was ready to leave the hospital. Dr. Tenente Paul Maisson of La Squadra de Ultimados wheeled her into the elevator.
"The electric one's ready at the castle?" She asked in French, wearing Propappou's bathrobe over the pajamas that had been brought for her. "Not that I'm not grateful for the extra security of an Ultimado at my back, just that however long you want me in this thing, I'd rather get myself around."
Because she had both internal and external stitching to be concerned with, Maisson had ordered her to be on bed rest for the next two weeks, depending on how she was healing. Helena wasn't going to do The Thing to her doctor for not liking his advice, so they negotiated and met at "wheelchair-bound, with close monitoring."
"Oui, Contessa," Dr. Maisson replied. "Everything has arrived and is set up at the castle."
Maisson had given La Contessa a list of the medical equipment and supplies that would be needed for her recuperation to continue back at the castle, and she arranged for the newest models to be ordered from the manufacturers, so that she could donate the equipment to the hospital afterwards.
"Good." She said with a nod as the elevator came to the ground floor. Helen picked up her phone with her right hand, her left arm still in a sling, and activated the microphone.
"Message to Jeanne: Hey, Jeanne, I need to put together a special gift bag when I get home. Different from the usual ones, I'm probably going to send you to the marketplace with a list." She looked up at Dr. Tenente Maisson. "Also, can't believe I've never thought to look into this myself; can you find out if I get to knight people? Always wondered about that. Thanks."
He wheeled her through back corridors toward the ambulance garage.
"Thought Troy and Julie were going to be here." She told Maisson.
"They may not have anticipated the traffic. The main road from the hospital to the castle is closed to vehicle traffic for your journey home."
Helen nodded at that. They entered the garage, where an ambulance was parked.
"I'm leaving in one of those?" Helen asked. "That's worse than being seen in the wheelchair!"
"Non, Contessa," Maisson replied. "Contessa-In-Reggenza Maria said that your transport home should be more... er... 'becoming of you.'"
"Well, I'm certain we can come up with something befitting you, Helena. Just a sec."
Julie typed a response. Under her breath, she muttered as she typed.
"Hey! Yeah, we're with her right now." She hit Send and looked back up.
"Hmm," Helen hummed curiously. "Who was that?"
"Oh, Denise. Young friend I met recently. Helped her out with a problem. Thanks to you, actually." Julie got a reply. "Denise says to get well soon, by the way. She's taking care of the house while we're gone. Huge fan of yours, you 'talked to her' once."
Julie grinned. Helen immediately knew what the grin and emphasis were about.
"Well, 'stop giving out my fucking number' aside, if I've re-learned anything recently, it's that your choice in friends means she's got to be pretty special. Tell me about her."
* * *
The following day, Contessa Helena de San Finzione was ready to leave the hospital. Dr. Tenente Paul Maisson of La Squadra de Ultimados wheeled her into the elevator.
"The electric one's ready at the castle?" She asked in French, wearing Propappou's bathrobe over the pajamas that had been brought for her. "Not that I'm not grateful for the extra security of an Ultimado at my back, just that however long you want me in this thing, I'd rather get myself around."
Because she had both internal and external stitching to be concerned with, Maisson had ordered her to be on bed rest for the next two weeks, depending on how she was healing. Helena wasn't going to do The Thing to her doctor for not liking his advice, so they negotiated and met at "wheelchair-bound, with close monitoring."
"Oui, Contessa," Dr. Maisson replied. "Everything has arrived and is set up at the castle."
Maisson had given La Contessa a list of the medical equipment and supplies that would be needed for her recuperation to continue back at the castle, and she arranged for the newest models to be ordered from the manufacturers, so that she could donate the equipment to the hospital afterwards.
"Good." She said with a nod as the elevator came to the ground floor. Helen picked up her phone with her right hand, her left arm still in a sling, and activated the microphone.
"Message to Jeanne: Hey, Jeanne, I need to put together a special gift bag when I get home. Different from the usual ones, I'm probably going to send you to the marketplace with a list." She looked up at Dr. Tenente Maisson. "Also, can't believe I've never thought to look into this myself; can you find out if I get to knight people? Always wondered about that. Thanks."
He wheeled her through back corridors toward the ambulance garage.
"Thought Troy and Julie were going to be here." She told Maisson.
"They may not have anticipated the traffic. The main road from the hospital to the castle is closed to vehicle traffic for your journey home."
Helen nodded at that. They entered the garage, where an ambulance was parked.
"I'm leaving in one of those?" Helen asked. "That's worse than being seen in the wheelchair!"
"Non, Contessa," Maisson replied. "Contessa-In-Reggenza Maria said that your transport home should be more... er... 'becoming of you.'"
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