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Gorgeous

Oh, God help her, she wanted to fight back. She wanted to get riled up, and lash out, and tell him she would never be afraid of him. She wanted to give him exactly what she always had, because it would have felt so good to let it out.

Her body even pushed upward, almost sitting, as if she was about to let loose on him with a tirade of verbal assault. She leaned forward, took in a sharp breath, and held it.

Then she exhaled, and did something very, very different.

"Yes." A saccharine voice announced. "I would like someone else. Despite your honest, good intentions-" She gagged, because she couldn't straight face that line. "-I would like someone soft. Thank you."

He knew what she wanted. Her words were pretty little lies, but they were safe ones. She had learned to play it safe, even if it was a remarkably belated skill.

Orange Mocha Frappuchino

One would think she'd have gotten used to people just touching her without any forewarning, but no, not even a little bit. When the drink was against her hand she let out a strangled scream, because the cold was too close to pain, and she was still reeling from her visit with Lawr. So when Lex gave her instructions on how to hold it, she let out a breath of annoyance.

"Some warning would have been nice." She mumbled, before feeling the cup and clumsily bringing the straw to her lips. Just what the doctor ordered.

"Ahhh," She hissed out. "Forgiven."

Stargazing


"Your face took one hell of a beating," said Chance, easing back into his chair and crossing one leg over the other. He seemed unfazed that she hadn't greeted him "properly," Chance setting the book down in his lap and folding his arms over it. "Lots of swelling around your eyes, especially, possibly a broken jaw from what I've eavesdropped while sitting here. I think you might have two black eyes, but they've bandaged you up thoroughly, so I can't tell."

Long fingers absently tapped against the book's cover. "I don't pretend to be a doctor, but I think once the pressure dissipates, the swelling should ease."

not my night

He wasn't in the first wave to visit Maebe, or the second. Dawson took his sweet time, half because he had requested more shifts away from the infirmary and more towards helping repair the damage done (he'd never done well as far as bandaging live human beings), half because the events that had happened had left him more than a little afraid to see her again. Time was supposed to help heal, but every minute ticking by when he wasn't focused on work just made him all the more anxious. He couldn't stop thinking about a long talk and the way she'd look at him when he had refused to leave her be.

In a way, this had been his apology, his way of saying I'm sorry, you can have your privacy now. (Had she seen him run? Or had she been too busy locked in bloodthirsty combat to notice?)

When Dawson thought it had been long enough, he grabbed a bag of Doritos from the vending machine and made his way to the infirmary. After getting pointed to her room, he lumbered on over (wincing every other step thanks to his leg) and knocked. "Maebe? You up?"

not my night

"Barely." She'd almost nodded off, when she heard Dawson's voice. She would have recognized it in her sleep, and she almost had. The only thing that surprised her was how long it had taken for him to visit.

"Are you hurt?" She asked, tentatively wondering if they'd done more of a number on him than she'd previously thought.

Stargazing

"That's good to hear," said Chance lightly, thumb smoothing over the arrow shaped ring on his index finger. "Broken jaws are never a fun thing, it was hard to tell at just a glance if it was, so I'm glad to hear you've at least dodged that bullet."

He saw her groping around and Chance leaned forward in his chair, offering her his hand by a brief brush of his own against hers.

"Complex is pretty shitty," he said, resting his other arm on the bed's side gate, propping his chin up in his hand. "Basement and first floor are relatively okay, mostly just cosmetic damage here and there that needs some cleanup, such as things falling over and spilling everywhere. A lab somewhere was destroyed, not sure where. Second floor rooms I hear are the worst off, a lot of them had windows blown out and furniture destroyed, and the plumbing's gone to s**t, which could potentially become a problem."

not my night

She looked no less relieved to hear that it was nothing he could shake off, because that gave him no excuse as to how long it had taken him to visit her. Wild, uninhibited guessed began to float up into her mind. She would have been better off knowing that she had done a number on him, in the end.

"I am." She muttered, her voice now exhibiting that strain of unhappiness that colored so much of her tone nowadays. "I was okay for visitors yesterday, too."