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 Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2015 7:10 pm
Bouquet
Both presents would have been lovely had Chel 1) been able to read and 2) been able to move her body enough to see it. Maybe a nice passerby would do her a favor.
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2015 7:37 pm
Vacancy
Chel couldn't say she loved Jack the same way she had before. That part of her had been ripped to shreds, crumbled under a stark vacancy of emotion.
But she knew what little she did of Jack, and she knew he was saying stay. That meant he could be trusted, she thought. She needed someone like that right now.
She watched his hands and it took her a while to connect the symbol to her mind. She was normally slow with sign language, but even slower with fatigue.
Shaking hands formed a small word. Tired.
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2015 7:39 pm
Methodical
"Okay," Chel responded tiredly. She wanted to argue not to waste time on a human and a traitor, but she was just too exhausted to refuse help. She couldn't even move her head right.
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2015 7:56 pm
Vacancy
It took him a moment to remember the word, and then he nodded slightly. "No doubt. You can sleep if you want," he told her. "I can park myself here and catch a nap too."
A highly unusual idea for someone who usually decried wasting daylight like that.
"I'll text Chris to come by later if you want," Jack added, already forming a plan on how to work his schedule around this new development. "When you're less tired, I mean."
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2015 8:04 pm
Methodical
Noemi quieted as Chelsea did, and let the medicine do its business.
Much later, Chelsea would find a small alpaca tucked by her side. for when Noemi couldn't be there.
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2015 8:10 pm
Vacancy
It was too many thoughts at once. Did Jack normally act this way? Did he not? Even debilitated Chel's concerns were for another; she didn't want her shortcomings to be another's downfall.
Danger, she signed worriedly. It meant a lot of things. Your decision is dangerous. Affiliation was a conniving temptress. I am danger.
At the mention of Chris she only shook her head, which caused a spasm of pain and a slight welling of tears. In her brain she said Who's Chris? Can we trust them? but her neck was hung and her fingers fell limp.
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2015 8:20 pm
BouquetJason wasn't sure if he could be called nice, or just sentimental, but he did return as he intended, seeing the flowers that some thoughtful person had left Chel, as well as the card. Though it didn't appear she had noticed, being unable to move from her current position. "H-hi Chel." He greeted her, wondering if she would be able to speak today, and moved to the bedside table. "S-someones left you some flowers, and a card too." He picked up the card, frowning at the rubbed out markings. He wasn't familiar with the persons writing so had no idea who it belonged to. "It reads, 'get well soon, don't let it get to you'."
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2015 9:47 pm
Vacancy
Too much, then. He wanted to reach out and pull her in, but Jack confined it to running his hand up the length of her arm instead, a silent apology in his own language.
Danger, he echoed back, and then turned the pronged fingers into something familiar, the corners of his lips turning up. I-L-Y. Or, with a slight change, rock on. They'd used it interchangeably enough that the definitions blurred: a defiance that continued despite the trouble that they either found or were found by, a small gesture as visible as a flare. That was one thing he liked about ASL: despite gestures having particular meanings, they left a certain amount of interpretation that spoken words didn't always have. (What decision isn't dangerous these days? Affiliation was an unspoken agreement. Perhaps literally, I love danger.)
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2015 10:05 pm
Haunting
There are a lot of things that Abbi has learned to push away from herself as she's grown up, there are a lot of emotions and memories she glances at from the corners of her consciousness. If she doesn't face them head on, if she only lets them filter through her thoughts in little wisps then she can retain some semblance of calm.
But the one thing she does not allow herself to avoid, for all the things she runs from, is someone who is hurt, least of all an injured loved one.
So it is that Abbi begins pulling double shifts in the Infirmary when Chel is admitted, the small girl passing by her bed whenever she can. She is adamant with the higher up's, she bribes with what little she has and argues when she can and even resorts to begging because there isn't much that the teen is above, but they will not allow her to be one of the woman's nurses. But that does not keep her away, it only lights an additional light in her actions so that she finishes her chores methodically and quickly and well enough that no one can argue with her about it. They let the stubborn child wait at the end of Chel's bed.
Waiting leaves a lot of time for speculation, and Abbi's imagination runs the gambit. She considers everything except the mundane, she cringes at the slowness of her friend's healing, and excuses herself to hide in the broom closet.
But Abbi is patient, for Chel she can wait until armageddon itself drags her kicking and screaming away.
Silent, and sad, Abbi paces by Chel's bed and waits.
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2015 10:21 pm
Detached
There were plenty of things to do on the island, much more than he originally though possible. The way his recruiter had made it sound kind of made them sound like the Justice League in a sense, just hanging out at a cool facility and, when needed, they'd get sent out to get rid of the shadows or whatever their enemy was supposed to be.
Not the case, obviously.
Today's duties had him in the infirmary, just passing through mostly. He was a trainee and still learning the ropes, so he was taught to take vitals and basically assigned a lot of the cleaning duties. He was assure that it was only "for now" but he had his doubts. He was passing by with his mop and bucket when he looked up and finally saw her. It was easy to leave behind his duties to pay her a visit, but the closer he got the more he realized how severe the injuries were.
"Didn't think your pink badassery would ever see the inside of a hospital room," he said, a smirk playing on his features as he made the joke. She didn't look great...but she wasn't dead, at least.
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2015 10:33 pm
Bouquet
Chel blinked slowly with the revelation. What was with all these strangers leaving her s**t and visiting her? She didn't know any of them. She thought about Jack's upturned fingers; I love you. Maybe it was him then.
It wasn't that Chel didn't understand, it was that she couldn't understand. It wasn't possible.
"Okay," she said calmly, staring at the other side of the tent and avoiding eye contact with the overly friendly nurse.
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2015 10:40 pm
Vacancy
Chel willed her hands to wrap around his symbol, curl the fingers down. She shook with the weight of his words, desperately trying to understand why he was doing this. Why he loved her, what made him love her?
And she knew in the process she was hurting him. It wasn't so much a feeling but a fact; his words were tired, his jaw was clenched and his eyes screamed for blood.
Her eyes closed but she kept one hand around his, the other retreating to the cot. He had worn her out, and it was too much for now.medigel this is like 17 more quotes than we're used to
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2015 10:49 pm
BouquetShe looked away from him, leaving Jason to watch her with a puzzled expression. "H-how are you feeling today?" He asked, turning his sights towards the machines quietly beeping away. Her stats were all normal, nothing out of the ordinary. Her chats also spoke of nothing wrong, just the slow healing process that all humans must suffer from.
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2015 10:53 pm
Haunting
By the time Abbi manages to worm her way into the room, Chel's doing somewhat better than she had been when first admitted. Still nowhere near discharging, but at least able to sit up. She still can't move her head in any one direction, still attached to IV drips because she can't eat or drink anything. Still, she can talk at a light whisper and it doesn't tire it out as fast.
(But mind you, it does still tire her out).
She woke up from the noise of the girl's footsteps, the slight breeze she made pacing back and forth. Groggy and immediately shocked by the pain in her neck, she reeled on the cot and clenched the cloth between her fingers.
Even after fighting a dragon, even after facing the queens of wonderland she had never felt so immensely brittle. She lived from one morphine drip to the next and that was no way to live at all.
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2015 10:57 pm
Detached
This was the second person she'd recognized her entire time here. Only two, out of how many? Maybe this was a good sign; at least she was recognizing someone at all. A sign she was getting better.
She didn't remember with so many empty faces. Damn. Hadn't she been good at faces?
"You ..." Her memory spanned back. How long had he been here? Oh right; he was new. He didn't know the particulars of her past. She preferred to keep it that way. "I got so many scars ... Where you think ... they healed?" Her words were slow and short, a lot of gasping in between. Better was different than good.
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