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 Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2014 11:40 pm
Eat"I wasn't on hunger strike either," he said flatly. "I still ate the ******** oatmeal." He pulled down his scarf suddenly, craned his chin back to show Ever the scar stretched from ear to ear, deep and ugly and startlingly pale where it sliced through the stubble on his throat. "I had a cigarette the next day." He let the scarf go; the scar disappeared again. "Eat your ******** food, Ambrodiel."
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2014 11:50 pm
Eat"You give the worst pep talks." It was a stunned kind of statement, thoughtless, Ever's eyes still on his throat -- and, even hidden, he could imagine the scar across Taym's neck. It made him think of his own scrawny abdomen, too-easily remembering the wicked curve to Nergui's sword, just how big it had been. He'd have a scar of his own, certainly, and just how long would it be...? He was blanching again, spots behind his eyes, and he had to reach up to take his glasses off and catch his breath. For a moment, he was surprisingly fragile. A fog took over any other thoughts. But at least he wasn't gagging.
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2014 11:53 pm
Eat
"I give great ********' pep talks," he said. "This just isn't a pep talk."
The moment of weakness, though--it made him hesitate. He recognized it, and too well, and he silently hated Ever for the morphine they'd undoubtedly given him that they would never, ever give Taym. As if a drip would turn him. As if a single shot would ruin him.
"It's not going to go away on its own. So if that's what you're waiting for, you're s**t out of luck. It won't leave unless you chase it."
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2014 12:00 am
EatHe didn't answer, at first. Didn't hear, or didn't register, until the room had faded into quiet again. Then Ever had to process, to decide how to answer, to figure out what he could even say. "...what good is it to eat it if I'm just going to bring it up again?" No snark, here. No teasing. Nothing but a genuine question, with certainty behind it. If Ever ate, there as no chance he'd be able to keep it down. He was about ready to lose his liquid rations just thinking about it. "It didn't go away on its own for you. Maybe it will, for me."
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2014 12:05 am
Eat"Throw up when and where they can't see you," he said, with the voice of experience. "But I promise you, it's not going to go away. It didn't go away for--for anyone else, either."
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2014 12:08 am
EatEver had no reply at all, for that. His eyes still closed, he just smoothed fingers over his forehead and tried to drive away the worst of it. But, maybe, he still wasn't convinced. Or maybe he just needed to sleep on it.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2014 4:08 am
Hello AgainThat earned a small laugh. “I’ll think about it, but, should I should ask if anything you might drink that is less at risk of mixing poorly with pain medications?” He queried. The question was less out of concern for if Ever was eating or not, he didn’t know one way or another on that front, but because his own water had been, abducted after a small tiff when he’d been under the ‘tender care’ of the infirmary. “So… I’m going to hazard that…Cee brought you your buddy there.” He pointed at the giant plush.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2014 4:20 am
MendingSome tension that had settled into his shoulders days ago finally eased. "That girl is something else." It was said with fondness though. America had earned Zeke's respect from the first meeting. "Did she do the origami, too?" Ever's request for assistance pulled hazel eyes up and onto his face before they dropped to the screen. He blinked at it, brows creasing, and when he answered it was drawn out and vaguely puzzled. "Ya," he slid the chair closer so he could see better. "I thought I did that, but..." Apparently he'd gotten distracted before he'd finished setting it up. Probably by the man in the bed beside him. But since he'd done the leg work already it would be easy. "We don't have to download it, I know I did that, so," he pointed towards the corner of the screen. "Pull up 'My Files'."
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2014 8:13 pm
MirrorEver was certainly not the first person at Deus to limp their way into the bathroom to examine the damage left in the wake of a life-threatening injury, but that didn't make the moment any less important to him. He had to tug down the hem of his pants to get the full effect: jagged and crooked, it was much bigger than he'd expected it to be, for some reason. He studied it in a confused sort of way, fingers finding the edges, and wondered why their weapons didn't heal all the way. It's to teach you a lesson, naturally. Amory sounded matter of fact, but by this point, Ever had learned to discard much of what he said as lies. Or bending the truth, at least. Perhaps it was even true -- but, if so, Amory had no idea and was stumbling on the answer by luck. He let the pants settle back into place and tugged his shirt down. There was nothing there he wanted to look at any longer. Instead he'd limp his way back to bed to try and choke down something solid. Try.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2014 8:27 pm
MendingZeke could walk him through setting up Chrome, and then more: tasks that should have been easy, but with Ever, likely turned into a headache. Probably, they'd both be frustrated by the end, but at least progress had been made. And Ever hadn't thrown them out. He could come back again to watch while Ever ate something solid, or mostly solid: pudding, with a spoon, ashen and unhappy, like it was a task instead of a pleasure. Moreso than it should have been, even with hospital food being what it was. "Don't watch me." He risked a look up at Zeke as he took up a slow spoonful.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2014 8:32 pm
Hello AgainHe blinked, shot it a look, and then made a rude sound. Hardly Cee's style; she'd find it funny, but she'd never buy it. Partly just because it was a present. "America Jones."
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2014 8:50 pm
MendingZeke lifted his gaze from the book of crossword puzzles that lay open on his knee, and tilted his head into a flat sort of look. "Don't worry, feederism was never my kink." He did give the pudding a quick glance, but his attention didn't linger there longer than was needed to ensure that Ever was indeed eating it. Zeke didn't care if it took an hour to force the contents of one little cup down, so long as it all made it down--and hopefully stayed down. The end of his pen tapped against his lip. "What's a seven letter word for enduring literary work?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2014 8:56 pm
Mending"Classic." It was immediate, unhesitating: the first thing that came to Ever's mind, at least. That was easy. But the pudding -- he held his nose as he swallowed, and tried really hard not to imagine the swirl of food in the pit of his stomach. But he didn't throw up. Not yet, anyway.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2014 9:15 pm
MendingHe made a soft 'ah' sound, and the pen came down to write in the letters. There was a chance he already knew it, that he was asking more to give Ever something to think about beside the pudding he was forcing down. There was a chance the last few requests for words had also been a means of distraction. "How about five letters for private pupil?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 27, 2014 1:09 pm
Hello AgainHe made an acknowledging sound in his throat and nodded. "Yeah... that makes more sense." He mused. "At least, from the one meeting I had with her." He liked what he'd seen when he met her, but reserved full judgement for now. "You rather I piss off for now?" He tipped his head to one side. "I can bring books or sommat."
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