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5:02 AM in the Glass City by Madripoor_Rose (PG)
Fandom: DC COMICS
Pairing: None
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
madripoor_rose
Author Website: None that I know of
Why this must be read:
Because this is the kind of fic that brings home the ways in which we all have the ability to be heroes, not necessarily in the "running into burning buildings" sense, but just in our everyday lives. It was written for a comm I created withjen_in_japan, called ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
dcdailylife, in which authors write themselves (believably) into the DC universe.
I dithered for a long while on whichdcdailylife fic to rec, because there are at least five that called out to me (and I may still rec another). But this one tears at my heart in just the right way. It's simple and heartwrenching and I love it. And so will you, even if you have no idea who the comic character is.
"I want to go home."
I ran a hand through my hair and bit my bottom lip before saying, 'me too.' We'd been here since 10:30 last night. I'd already read the emergency paperback kept in my purse and all the magazines in the rack. My back was starting to protest the hard plastic chair too.
"Honey," Dad said with a lot more patience than I felt, "You're being admitted. We're waiting for a bed."
"I want a gum."
My turn. "Mom, I only have four and the nurse said there are still a couple of tests. You can't have one now."
Dad heard the edge in my voice and pulled out his wallet. "Why don't you go see if the cafeteria or the gift shop is open yet?"
I grabbed a twenty and fled with something like relief. I hadn't slept. And I was tired of trying to force Mom to drink something other than coca-cola. Tired of cleaning up the ensure shakes and bottles of water that had been thrown at me. Maybe this time, maybe next time she'd believe me when I told her she was going to end up in the hospital. Unless it wasn't her electrolytes or dehydration or whatever this time...someday she'd come into this place and wouldn't come back out. All the fighting I did to keep her alive wouldn't matter.
I didn't want to think about that.
5:02 AM in the Glass City
Pairing: None
Author on LJ:
madripoor_roseAuthor Website: None that I know of
Why this must be read:
Because this is the kind of fic that brings home the ways in which we all have the ability to be heroes, not necessarily in the "running into burning buildings" sense, but just in our everyday lives. It was written for a comm I created with
jen_in_japan, called dcdailylife, in which authors write themselves (believably) into the DC universe.I dithered for a long while on which
dcdailylife fic to rec, because there are at least five that called out to me (and I may still rec another). But this one tears at my heart in just the right way. It's simple and heartwrenching and I love it. And so will you, even if you have no idea who the comic character is."I want to go home."
I ran a hand through my hair and bit my bottom lip before saying, 'me too.' We'd been here since 10:30 last night. I'd already read the emergency paperback kept in my purse and all the magazines in the rack. My back was starting to protest the hard plastic chair too.
"Honey," Dad said with a lot more patience than I felt, "You're being admitted. We're waiting for a bed."
"I want a gum."
My turn. "Mom, I only have four and the nurse said there are still a couple of tests. You can't have one now."
Dad heard the edge in my voice and pulled out his wallet. "Why don't you go see if the cafeteria or the gift shop is open yet?"
I grabbed a twenty and fled with something like relief. I hadn't slept. And I was tired of trying to force Mom to drink something other than coca-cola. Tired of cleaning up the ensure shakes and bottles of water that had been thrown at me. Maybe this time, maybe next time she'd believe me when I told her she was going to end up in the hospital. Unless it wasn't her electrolytes or dehydration or whatever this time...someday she'd come into this place and wouldn't come back out. All the fighting I did to keep her alive wouldn't matter.
I didn't want to think about that.
5:02 AM in the Glass City