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 Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2015 11:02 pm
Bouquet
"The same." It wasn't a lie.
She held out her arm, the way she always did when the nurses came in. They needed to replace her bandages, and that meant moving her sleeves down again. "Not the small one?" she asked, in reference to Abbi. The weird nurse who had dogged her tent room since day one in a stalkerish way.
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2015 11:28 pm
Bouquet
At first he stared at her arm, wondering what she was doing, before it clicked in his head. Right, her bandages needed to be changed.
Which meant he would have to adjust her gown a little.
'no'
Carefully he pulled the sleeve of her gown through her arm, then moving it down but still covering her modestly, and went about unwrapping the bandages and replacing them with new ones.
"S-sorry if this hurts at all." He apologized, wrapping the fabric around her neck as gently as possible.
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2015 12:34 am
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There was little to read in her expression besides pain, which made sense given her extensive neck wound. He didn't even know how long she'd been there recovering...he'd only been assigned the duty for the day. Her question came slow and gasping, there was the urge to tell her to shut up but he bit his tongue.
Instead he offered a one-shouldered shrug and a light laugh. "No idea," he said, "maybe the seconds between kickin' a** and takin' names."
His hands had found his pockets as he moved in closer, his eyes moving up and down her body to see if there was anything else wrong with her. It looked like there were no other injuries, but the new trinket around her wrist was noted. He didn't ask, though. No, he just met her eye again for a beat when his brief inspection was done, a hand moving up to scratch at the stubble on his chin.
"I'm tryin' not to ask, Chel, but damn..."
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2015 1:37 am
clueless as usual
There were only a handful of reasons that Milo ventured to the infirmary these days; minor scrapes from the occasional spars, nothing major as of late but usually it was to visit or find someone in particular. That someone wasn't spotted as of yet today as a familiar name was noticed on the list of patients listed on the nursing board.
What had she gotten herself into this time, he wondered as he wandered to the other hunter's room. (There had been tales down the grape vine of her occasional stays, not that he got full details but he heard things, you know? He was so terribly out of the loop with the activities of Chel.. kind of didn't like it since he thought of her as a good friend and all.)
"Aa, dude, Zyupink, you okay?" 'Cause she kind of looked terrible. A few more scars than he remembered from last time, a bracelet for what he didn't know for and that was all he noticed at first when he stepped into the room.chiickadee we never rp *touches face*
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2015 8:54 am
Vacancy
He only let his mask fall a few minutes after Chel fell asleep. Crumble, more like, as it hadn't held up that well in the first place.
Was this another Ripley situation? You love me. That means something. Like she had been trying to remind herself, not him. She remember him at least, it seemed, but it was too early to say anything more until she was able to answer more questions. Jack bore holes into the wall as he mulled everything over, running his fingers absentmindedly over hers.
For now, it was the worst part: waiting.
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2015 2:19 pm
WoundNo one had told Gretchen directly. It had taken a couple of days for the news to reach her, and when it did it came as a piece of gossip. Delivered as a means to pass the time, a bid for a conversation between herself and the one that had been assigned to work with her. Some intermediate she didn't know well. It had been a shock. She'd stared at him across the length of the desk for a long moment before making him repeat himself. Then, not saying anything, she'd picked up her work and left. When she'd reached the infirmary the trainee hadn't known what to expect. Injuries, yes, but not to this extent. Not the bracelet flashing softly on Chel's arm. It made Gretchen's throat tight as she stepped up to the cot and reached to brush the other girl's hand with the tips of her fingers.
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2015 9:20 pm
Bouquet
"It all hurts," she told him simply. Not complaining, merely stating the facts.
She felt like a ragdoll, a sadly familiar feeling. Move your arm this way. Tilt your head this way. Drink this. Do this. Be this.
Wounds on open air always felt cold and hot at the same time; in summary, they felt like hell. She knew any sudden movement would rip her neck open again, another week, another lifetime in the hospital. She was very still during the process as a result, watching Jason closely the whole time. No one could be trusted at this point.
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2015 9:29 pm
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"If yer not tryin'a ask," she said slowly, "Then don't ask ..."
Something more Chel bled into a small twitch of her mouth. "So grow a pair .... an' ask."
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2015 9:43 pm
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So she wasn't too far gone. He smirked and shrugged, crossing his arms as he nodded toward her neck. "Awright, then for starters...what the ******** happened to you?"
There was a brief pause as his eyes fell on the bracelet again. "And what in the hell is that?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2015 10:04 pm
Adapt
Sometimes it was Barbara. Sometimes it was just a passing visit because, ******** him, work never stopped. Sometimes she was asleep, sometimes she wasn't but couldn't handle company. And sometimes he had a particular book with him.
The alphabet naturally came first. Over time he worked to remember each gesture with her, making little notes in his journal to help reinforce it in his head as well as holding the book out so they could view the pages together--or at least the images in Chel's case. Little steps gave him the ability to process it better: there was an ongoing goal that kept him moving instead of letting him focus on how troubling his girlfriend's condition was, which he did plenty of when they weren't spending time together.
Name you? he signed, one of the first questions after their alphabetical review.
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2015 10:16 pm
clueless as usual
It had been a few weeks now. Chel still wasn't anywhere near healed, but at least able to recognize those around her, Milo included.
"Never better," she said with a grisled voice that sounded like hell. Her eyes had red rings around them, telling a story about how she'd been doing.
She gestured him inwards. The normally chattier hunter was silenced and reduced to gestures and short phrases at best.
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2015 10:25 pm
Wound
Chel had been in and out of sleep for the past hour. Every time she got close, she'd twitch ever so slightly and the pain in her neck would flare up all over again. She'd asked one of the nurses for more morphine. They'd explained the number of reasons that was impossible. Overdosage, human now were were words she'd caught in the explanation, but all Chel had gathered was no.
Now was one of those times where she was trying to sleep, but she was awoken by a hand on her own. At first she thought it was Jack back again, but her vision cleared and it was a woman.
She pulled her hand back (as best she could; there wasn't much room on the cot and she didn't have enough energy for a proper recoil, but the motion of startled repulsion was still there). She watched the girl closely through squinted eyes- guarded like a feral cat.
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2015 10:28 pm
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"Caelius," she said simply. That was enough of an explanation. That was all she felt like explaining. It was alienating enough already having to relive the memories in her head over and over. Harder to verbalize them.
She took a long pause before answer the second question, needing the chance to cringe and recover from the fatigue. Then she said, "Bomb." A deep breath. "Babysitting ... with death." She still had some jokes.
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2015 10:39 pm
Adapt
Chel hadn't missed the frequency. Catching his eye as he ran by. The panic as he sat down with his guitar (nice guitar ...) and tried to pretend it was just a visit for music. Sometimes saying nothing and simply reading his book as she fell asleep. Slipping her an extra pain medication IV or if he couldn't, explaining why it wasn't allowed. She liked getting explanations. It was more than Caelius offered.
The alphabet was hard. Most people could assign letters to gestures very easily, but Chel had a hard time even remembering how to draw up the letters in her mind. It took a lot of pictures and even then she never really got the hang of fingerspelling.
But she liked Jack's voice and she liked watching him grow fastidiously obsessed with it. He had a hyperfocus she envied, and recognized even without her memories that this was something he wanted- needed to cope.
She felt bad about that too.
Chal she spelled erroneously. A and E were too similar.
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2015 10:41 pm
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Her first answer short and left him puzzling for a moment. It was a rare name he could actually put to a face in his mind; the guy spoke at the orientation he attended a while back. Rhys crouched and idly rested his chin on her cot as he waited for her next answer. Her joke got a snort out of him before he hung his head, effectively burying his face in the fabric that made up her bed.
When he finally came back up for air he still rested his chin on her cot and kind of stared blankly, straight ahead of him. "They strap us with bombs to keep us in line," he sighed, "that's just ********' great."
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