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 Posted: Fri Feb 07, 2014 2:05 pm
Five months. Sasha stopped humming. Her thoughts fluttered wildly for a moment, like a butterfly caught on the breeze. Five months.
Did she even have her room with Wash anymore? Sasha's brows furrowed.
"I'm not sure where my clothes might be kept anymore, Dylon." She made a low, guttural sound. "Do you have any spare things? Beggars can't be choosers. I'll return them to you as soon as I find something of my own. Might you also find a toothbrush?"
Five months. She couldn't even think of Wash right now. He was quickly banished from her thoughts.
"I hope there's hot water."
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Posted: Fri Feb 07, 2014 2:14 pm
"Oh, gosh. Sure. No problem." He kept offering her a wide smile, encouraging nods. "They should have hot water working. I'll grab a towel while I'm at it, so just take your time enjoying a nice, hot shower."
They arrived outside his room. Not too far off from their destination, seeing as the showers were always close to the living space. The women's showers were only a few hallways away. "This is my room. I'm gunna grab you some things, okay?" He opened the door, leaving it that way in case Sasha wanted to follow.
"Let's see, Towel! Here we go.. Toothebrush! Check. Go through my clothes and pick whatever you need for now, hun." He smiled warmly, holding the towel and toothebrush in hand. "What's mine is yours for now. I aim to please and accommodate." He could flirt, if he wanted to. However, given the circumstances it would be in poor taste. Today was a day for caring, not flirting.
"My shoes will be too big for you, though."
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Posted: Fri Feb 07, 2014 4:00 pm
Like some sort of little bedraggled wraith, Sasha padded into Dylon's room after him.
"I'll let you pick the clothes, I'm really in no place to be picky, Dylon." She sounded utterly relieved as she reached out to take the toothbrush and towel from her dark-haired savior.
It was going to feel so good to be clean.
Her eyes lingered on the bed for the briefest moment, and it was then that a sudden wall of exhaustion hit her. She took a step towards his bed before pausing, a slight frown on her lips.
"Shower first," Sasha said aloud, almost as if to remind herself. "Then a nap."
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Posted: Fri Feb 07, 2014 4:06 pm
Dylon felt an enormous amount of pity for Sasha. She seemed so tired. He was sure the shower would perk her right up! A good shower had an amazing way of lifting ones spirit. He grabbed a long sleeved shirt for her, likely so long on her it would fit more like a tunic. He decided a pair of pyjama pants might be better for her than his jeans. He was taller, yes, but sometimes women had curves that didn't cater men's pants, after all. He even handed over a pair of clean socks to wear.
"Here we go! Let's get you that shower now, eh? A visit to the doctor and then a nap! I'd like to see you looked after before you go passing out, okay?" He smiled warmly, worry etched in his dark eyes. He took her hand again, leading her out of his room and out towards the shower rooms. He'd be waiting outside the door for her. No way he was leaving her unattended. What if she passed out and hit her head?
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Posted: Fri Feb 07, 2014 4:14 pm
That awful, coarse laughter threatened once more, and Sasha pressed her lips together to keep it confined. She felt as though she were losing her mind. It was a steep, slippery slope, and she was trying, she really was.
With a gentle pat to Dylon's shoulder as she passed by, Sasha padded into the communal showers. If anyone else was in there, she didn't notice. Stuffing the borrowed clothes somewhere they'd remain dry and within reach, Sasha didn't emerge from the showers until each and every speck of dirt had been washed from her skin.
Her not-skin. The skin that wasn't hers. The skin that belonged to her cousin.
Her cousin.
Sasha didn't know if she felt like laughing or weeping. The emotion - whatever it was - remained tucked in her throat.
After brushing the tangles free from her hair with her fingers, Sasha paused before donning the clothes that Dylon had so graciously donated before exiting the showers once more. She idly wondered how long she'd been, her pale eyes narrowing as she caught sight of Dylon waiting there for her.
"You didn't have to wait."
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Posted: Fri Feb 07, 2014 4:19 pm
Dylon helped the time go by quicker by humming, or singing softly to himself. He'd fallen into silence by the time Sasha emerged, deep within a day dream.
"Ah! No, I couldn't leave you alone yet. I'd worry." He smiled widely. "You look much better now. Do you feel a little better too?"
"Ah, shall I take you to see the Doctor now? I'm worried what five months away might have done to you."
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Posted: Fri Feb 07, 2014 6:28 pm
Fivemonthsfivemonthsfivemonthsfivemonths--
Thoughts spun in Sasha's mind, twirling and whirling like a sick and twisted carousel.
"I feel," awful, broken, crazy, insane, dead, "much better." Her lips twitched upward in something that could almost pass for a smile.
"The Doctor, yes, Dylon. He'll have the answers."
She could only hope he'd be so kind as to share them.
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Posted: Fri Feb 07, 2014 6:32 pm
Dylon softly smiled, despite her odd smile. "Good. Let's go." He really hoped the good doctor had the answers she seemed to be seeking so desperatly for. As he led her to the Life labs, he began to wonder just how deep her questions burrowed within herself. She wasn't what she was when he'd left her. Something was off. Something was wrong.
Finally, after what seemed like much too long, there was the door to Dr. H's office. "Here we are! I'll be he'll be very happy to see you, eh?" She was in Life, after all. But with so many Life hunters, maybe one or two missing didn't phase him...
He gave the door a knock, and opened it for Sasha. "M'lady."
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Posted: Fri Feb 07, 2014 7:10 pm
Sasha's eyes widened when Dylon knocked at the Doctor's door, and she bit her lip before offering him a slight smile.
"You don't have to wait, Dylon," she cleared her throat before leaning in to peer through the slightly opened door. There was a strange nervousness that settled in her stomach, but she cleared her throat again as she slipped into the Doctor's office.
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