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Haunting

Normally Chel would have entertained any number of Abbi's requests. Getting to watch the girl babble and fuss was one of her favorite pastimes actually, especially if it meant riling her up. It was a bit like winding up a toy and watching it go, or pushing a skateboard to move forward. Effort, but worth it.

Now she was guarded, quiet and tired. She waved a hand at the offer of a phone. Not only did the idea of reading make her want to vomit, but she also had no reason to talk to this nurse.

"Do ... your job," she said quietly, pointing to one of the machines. The faster she did whatever task there was, the faster she'd leave.

Adapt

Before she could answer his question, she jerked to slap his hand from touching her hair. Except she couldn't react fast enough, couldn't reach with so many delicate needles taped into her arm. She was stuck with a half-hearted motion, needing him to stop, but unable to communicate as much.

Fear ripped across her face, and an apology too.

Bouquet

Jason didn't want her to be in any more pain then necessary, and quickly finished up with the new set of bandages. Though she was still in considerable pain, regardless of what he did.

He checked her records again. Was she on painkillers? He assumed she would be on them, but perhaps the dosage could be fixed so it would hurt less? But he knew not to mess around with that unless he made her even more ill then she was now.

The moon hunter frowned, reading her sheet again and then shrugging to herself. Sure he read a ton of books but he was still learning things.

Bouquet

Even if she wanted to be bitter, he did the bandages well and it felt somewhat better afterwards. Good work wasn't without commendation.

"What?" she asked him, gesturing to the sheets. What was on there that required a frown?

Curiosity

It was late, and cold. Getting colder. Basically the basements sucked and he couldn't sleep, so Rhys found himself up and meandering through Deus. He'd been at it maybe for an hour or so before his wandering feet found their way to Chel's room again. He'd passed through and dropped in once or twice after that initial meeting but never for more than a few minutes at a time. The "why" was a mixed bag of not having much to say and not knowing her well enough to stay for no other reason than because, so as promised he was...around.

Another minute or so passed before he poked his head inside, curious if she'd be awake or not. Patients were typically asleep at this hour, and it was just some convenient for him that there was no night-shift Lifer there to tell him to buzz off. If one came around to tell him just that he'd probably move on, but until then Rhys figured he was in the clear.

"Yo," he whispered, "you up?"

Wounds

The girls hands fell to her side, expression fading from mild confusion and concern to something unsure and painful. "I don't mean someone else,"she insisted, voice a lot softer now. "You're Chelsea Craft. I met you the first time you had one of those bracelets on," she pointed to the one on her wrist. "You transferred to Death not long after we met n' helped you get acquainted with all the paperwork our Division is responsible for."

What else, what else. Any little detail. Any little thing she could say that might jog the other memory. What happened to you?

"You introduced me to Jack. Promised me you won't let me turn into a monster." There was a certain desperation settling into her tone. A mounting sense of dread she didn't know what to do with or how to barricade against.

Curiosity

"Miss me that much?" She was doing better now, able to do sentences. It had been quite some time since his last visit and Chel had been improving slowly.

"I'm taken ... apparently." It was a slow wheeze of air after that as she tried to catch her breath. Her phrases didn't sound so cool when they were pushed through a tiny airhole.