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 Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 10:17 pm
Jerry sat, swaying slightly to the music, his eyes drifting closed. His breathing returned to normal, and his head started to droop. Halfway through the song, he had quietly settled on his side on the cot, guitar still strapped to his back and legs still hanging over the side to the floor.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 8:51 am
When properly done, the song was a long one; Sasha took great pride in her music, and so nearly ten minutes passed before the song slowly came to a trilling, smooth end. Everything seemed to click-shift back into place as she lowered the flute to her chest, a sort of ethereal expression softening her features.
Upon opening her eyes, Sasha peered down at Jerry. His position didn't look too comfortable; with a content sigh, Sasha secured her flute back in its case before she tucked it between the mattress and the frame of the bed. A safe place, for now at least. Once finished, she turned her attention towards Jerry, reaching out to gently clasp his shoulder with a pale hand.
"Jerry? Why.. why don't I help y-you get a bit more comfortable?" Guitar off, shoes off - tucked in nice and proper. "Jerry?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 9:55 am
He gave a slightly unintelligible slur of words that sounded a bit like "Berighttheregran..." at the nudge, eyes trying to force themselves open, but the near constant tremble that had taken over his features had left, melted away by the flute's song.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 10:21 am
Sasha's brow wrinkled slightly. Well, she couldn't just leave him like he was. Reaching forward, she unclasped the strap that secured his guitar to his back before shuffling around the bed so that she could pull it free from his back.
It came loose without too much of a bother, and Sasha carefully set the guitar aside before she moved to the foot of the bed so that she could tend to his shoes.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 10:28 am
His loafers were worn, the leather cracking in key areas, stained with old blood and blasted by sand and frozen and defrosted. They slipped off with little fuss. There was a hole in one sock, and a metal bar arching out from under his jumpsuit and around his foot on the other.
Jerry simply made the tight, unintelligible noise of a man who had barely slept a wink in a week.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 11:15 am
Sasha pressed her lips together as she shoes thudded softly on the ground; her attention went immediately to the metal bar that peeked out from beneath the hem of his jumpsuit. Curious now, Sasha debated her next move.
She didn't debate long.
Reaching for the cuff of Jerry's jumpsuit, she tugged it upward. What was.. what was this? A metal.. brace?
"Oh, darn it, Jerry," Sasha huffed beneath her breath, tugging the cuff back down. She then moved towards the head of the bed so that she could tug his glasses off. "You're so rough on yourself," Sasha whispered as she set his glasses aside.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 11:20 am
He was out like a light, the exhaustion finally catching up with him the moment he was relaxed enough to let go, although even in sleep his brows were creased with worry, "Isscomingkeepswimmin..." He mumbled, shifting as she helped situate him.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 1:42 pm
He was sleeping on the blanket, so covering him up was slightly out of the question - unless, of course, she filched another blanket from a nearby bed. He didn't look chilled, so Sasha didn't bother. Instead she sat on the edge of the bed at an angle and busied herself with fussing over his scarf. Just to loosen it a bit.
That finished, Sasha clasped her hands in her lap for all of ten seconds before she started brushing his hair from his forehead.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 2:21 pm
He shifted again under her hand, the mumbling slurring into words as he blearily lifted his head, "Ah, s-sorry, sorry, I just... That was rude of me." He shifted, trying to sit up but the room swayed, sleepless nights taking their toll.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 2:45 pm
"Nope."
Sasha shoved him back down on the bed. She narrowed her eyes at Jerry before promptly making a soft 'tsk-ing' noise, waggling her finger right beneath his nose.
"You're sleeping n-now. Even if I .. even if I have to sit on you, Jerry."
Her face was very serious. Very, very serious.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 3:13 pm
"It's... it's easier said than d-done! I s-stole your bed, I ah..." His ears were ringing again, the room swimming, maybe he should have eaten something first, he had been getting by on packets of peanuts thus far. Nothing else seemed appetizing.
At the sight of her expression, he swallowed thickly. "Um."
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 3:26 pm
 "I am so serious right now."
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 4:10 pm
"I uh... okay..." Jerry meekly put his head back down. 
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 4:37 pm
Sasha gave Jerry a very pleased look. "I could g-go get you some food - what are they called again? MRSA? Do you l-like spaghetti or ... I can't remember what else is there." That pleased look gave way to something far more stern and serious. "Your leg is in a brace. What happened? I mean.. it'll heal, right? You can take it off at some point? Jerry, y-you have g-got to take better care of yourself, okay?" Sasha was so serious. She was not even joking. "I am.. I am not even joking, Jerry. You.. you. You mean like.. you're like my best friend, okay? I don't even know what I would do without you."
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 4:52 pm
Jerry shifted, sitting up again despite her protests, his face going white at the mention of the brace. "It's... temporary. I think. Um. Sunny gave a lot of um.. S-stern words. About ah... getting trampled by horses, more or less." He cleared his throat, "It um. The ... that... do you remember, the horseman with the mismatched eyes and the white hair? Was um... dressed all Chinesey. Rep and he sort of... got in a s-spat, ahahaha... w-with... m-me caught in the m-middle-iddle." It was the best explanation he could give just then. "If I hadn't been a Hunter, I'm sure I'd have worse than a s-sort of broken leg, that's for sure."
He cleared his throat, shifting his legs, "It feels better now anyway. And um. Thank you but I'm not hungry, especially."
At her sudden proclamation, he sank lower in the bed, "I'm fine. You need to... to make sure you take care of yourself, alright? You hear me? Because if I don't have a singing-inging-inging partner, I'm sure I'd really go crazy, ahahahahahha."
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