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 Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2014 10:21 am
Bad Choices"Dayum.." Cee's head bobbled, eyes bulged a moment in challenge, and then she actually started to rise to leave. "You gon'be like that and s**t.." The brunette only managed to rise about an inch from her chair before she barked her usual "HA!" and sunk back down. A warm lighter was extracted from her bosom and handed over. "Wha'happened?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2014 10:21 am
Breath outIt was more drugged than asleep, but the result was the same: Zeke alone for quite a while, and when Ever finally did wake up, he was blurry. The IV into his arm made his hand heavy, the drugs in his system made his head soggy. He took one look at Zeke and grumbled something unintelligible, rolling his face back into the pillow. Made it easier to pretend he was just dreaming that.
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2014 10:25 am
Bad Choices"Haunted house," he mumbled around the end of his cigarette as he kindled a light and then, slowly, relieved, drew smoke into his lungs. The nicotine helped. It brought the world back into focus. Tasted like normal. As he blew it out again, maybe he should have brought in more details, turned the short version into the long version. But he didn't. He didn't even lift the hem of his shirt to show her the heavy bandaging. Ever didn't, really, want to think about it. "...thank you for real, though."
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2014 12:23 pm
Bad Choices"Whatever yer my boo." Was all Cee said with a dismissive wave of the hand. She obviously wanted details but Ever was never really good with those. "We gotta stop meetin like this." It was always one of them. The curtain parted to an infirmary tech peering in at them, about to speak about the smoke, when Cee made a sound like a squawking bird and snapped it shut again. "Why ain't Zeke allowed to know?" She already told Paige sooooooo...
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2014 1:40 pm
PassingBetween dropping of lunches for Leslie and quick visits to Taym while he trained, America visited the infirmary near daily. On the first day of Ever's recovery, she'd nearly passed his door by until the paleness of the occupant had her backtracking to peek into the room. Bloodless and out of it, surrounded by white sheets and quiet machines, he looked so much the part of a ghost that it wasn't funny at all anymore. Bothered by the sight but in a hurry, she grabbed up the first colorful piece of paper she saw (a blank piss test form) and folded it into a crane which she sneaky stepped through his room to place it on the bedstand before sneaky stepping back out again. This process repeated several times over the next couple days until there was a bright arrangement of paper flower, birds, frogs, and other creatures beside the bed. To her eyes it probably made him look less corspsey when he was out of it. To others it more likely looked like a small display of funeral offerings. Eventually she'd taken a leave day, though, and finally had a real get well gift for him. When she stepped into the room America had been torn between hoping Ever was up and coherent this time and cracking up at the idea of him waking to her gift.
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2014 2:53 pm
Breath out
Alone was alright. By now Zeke was used to the rhythmic beep of the machines monitoring Ever's heart rate. It was just background noise now, reassuring.
When it had become apparent that the Life was out of it, Zeke had slid down in his chair, feet up on the very edge of his bed, ankles crossed. His book was open on his knee, strategically angled to catch the light from the hall. His elbow was resting on the arm of the chair, had propped up with a hand at his temple.
When the slow, even breathing from the bed beside him altered he glanced up from his reading, watching, until a sluggish grumble proceeded more sleep.
When the Moon on shift for the night wandered in to check on Ever, Zeke waved him away. If he was going to be there, he might as well be useful.
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2014 3:05 pm
CravingsThe first night it had been a single drag off an offered smoke from some Moon girl he couldn't remember the name of. Just a taste, a tease really, and he'd handed it back to her and gone back to work. On the afternoon of the fourth day he'd accepted a cigarette from a different girl, Life this time, and smoked half of it before tapping it out and pocketing what was left. Unsure whether the familiar burn in his lungs was helpful in anyway. Then back to rounds, looking in on the various bodies holed up throughout the infirmary. One of which happened to be Ever. A wordless glance was given to the man in the bed as Zeke edged past the curtain and went for the clipboard at the foot of his bed.
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2014 8:56 pm
Bad Choices"...he'll figure it out eventually," which wasn't really an answer and Ever knew it, hesitating and smoking and quietly grateful that she'd driven off the tech so that he didn't have to. For a moment, he left it at that, thinking. Torn between his options: self-deprecating or romantic or dismissive. He settled on frank. "Worst case, he'll be soppy, and I don't have the energy to deal with it. Best case, I look like s**t and am not particularly charming at the moment. Compared to usual, even." He tapped ash off into the lid of the box, shaking his head a bit.
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2014 10:08 pm
PassingBy this point, he was awake, aware, working his way through the gifts Taym had left on his bedstand -- even if he wasn't yet eating, to the consternation of the local staff. Ever had given in to water, but that was about it. And he demanded a straw. Maybe if he'd eat something, they'd let him out, but there were still nightmares that prevented that from happening. He blinked up at America as she came in, a bit fuzzy still, and he sat in the sea of origami creatures, carefully perched in various out-of-the-way places around his bed. His expression, for the moment, was more confused than anything else.
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2014 10:12 pm
Breath outZeke would be there, then, when Ever woke in the wee hours of the morning: shaky and twitchy and sweating from some dream. He sat up and then made a pained noise, immediately turning to throw up into the bucket next to the bed. There wasn't much in his stomach to bring up, so mostly he retched, shaky. And this was, likely, why he hadn't wanted Zeke to know.
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2014 7:26 am
Bad ChoicesThe soppy factor was ignored completely for Cee's tiny squeal, "Awwwww you don't wanna look like s**t in fronna yer bae." She clutched a fist in front of her lips and grinned. "It's cool babe. I know those feels aight. You want me ta like.. give you a makeup job ta perk up yer look?" She was teasing. "Maybe some concealer and bronzer?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2014 9:24 am
Breath outAt a certain point Zeke had fallen a sleep, not that anyone should be surprised. It had been a long few days. He jerked awake again at the pain sound, and very likely would have reaches out to push Sver back down against the bed, but the other man was lening over the edge of the bed, retching. Which was sort of worst case scenario, given the nature of his injury. <********," he swore uned his breath, with feeling, and was up out of his seat and moving without even really thinking about it. A syringe was grabbed from a drawer, and he screwed the needle off the end with his teeth before then screwing it into the feed attached to Ever's IV. "Hang on." Clinical, rational. In a handful of seconds the nausea would be gone. Zeke gave Ever a gentle, but firm nudge on the shoulder to get him back down, then brushed damp hair off his forehead. "Let's try to keep your insides inside." Not entirely a joke, but his tone was soft. "Do you want some water?" His mouth probably tasted like blood, or bile, or both. "Or ice?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2014 1:33 pm
Breath out"Mouthwash." It was hoarse, and then he frowned up at Zeke, looking less than thrilled to find the other man there. As of yet, though, he didn't say anything.
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2014 1:54 pm
Breath out"Mouthwash," it was repeated almost deadpan, and followed immediately after by a deep breath and along release. That frown had auburn brows creasing, questioning that unhappy look with one of his own. Of course he didn't linger long enough for any sort of an answer, and instead went for the door, presumably for the requested mouthwash. Not that he'd find it in infirmary's inventory, oh no. He was going to have to get creative. Where creative meant searching unlocked lockers until he got lucky. Seven minutes, tops, and he was back, a small bottle of a Listerine in hand. Wordlessly he handed it over.
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2014 4:15 pm
Bad ChoicesEver shot her a flat, distracted sort of look, uncertain, and then shook his head -- but his tone, at least, was about usual. dry. Not quite amused. "I thought you already told me I couldn't pull off that look?"
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