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 Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 10:40 pm
Otto awoke again slowly, blinking deliriously, his eyes squinting at the harsh lights of the room he was in. Another nightmare? Or was this also real? The idea that the doctor had taken something out of him still made him feel woozy. He really hoped that had also been a dream.
He began to wonder if he would ever have a pleasant dream again. Did he even know what one was like?
The small blonde huffed softly, resting an arm over his forehead. He was in Deus. He knew that much. Finally home, or as much of a home as he had anymore. A soft-ish bed (as soft as a hospital bed could be), no moldy stone floors and rusted bars. Bright lights and away from the infinite darkness that constantly threatened to consume him.
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 10:57 pm
She had missed the rescue mission.
Molly had stayed behind at Deus, busy with trying to help make repairs since the attack. She buried herself in her work, and it had been too late to follow after everyone. Then they were back, and as soon as she had caught wind of it, she immediately left for the infirmary. It seemed like quite a few hunters who were brought back were still undergoing procedures, so Molly waited anxiously, but as soon as they could have visitors, she was eager to be shown to where Otto was.
It shouldn’t have come as a surprise that he didn’t have any visitors.
Molly pulled up a seat next to the bed, staring down at the young man worriedly as she fidgeted in her seat. She often couldn’t help but reach out to push some of his hair away from his face and smooth it back while he was out. She continued to sit there until he started to stir, and Molly sat up straighter in her chair, more alert as she peered at him.
“…Otto…?” She murmured.
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 11:03 pm
Otto startled as a soft voice came from beside him. His arm moved back down and his eyes darted to meet hers. Woah.. it was Molly. That was a face he hadn't seen in some time. He also wasn't sure why she was there either. She wasn't a Life Hunter, so...
The boy barely managed a glare. In truth, it was just a small, pathetic attempt at furrowing his brows. He looked more sleepy than grumpy, life seeming drained from his eyes. "What're you doin' here?" He asked in a woozy tone, the delightful pain meds jeeping him docile.
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 11:10 pm
Poor Otto. That attempt at a glare too just made Molly’s heart go out to him more. He just looked like…an injured puppy! So sad.
“I’m here to see you…!” She replied, whispering to keep her voice down, but that edge of all that panic yet relief at seeing him alive crept into her tone. “Oh Otto…I was so, so worried! They said you got capture and I was scared that I’d never see you again if they didn’t have a rescue mission and I’m really glad thatyou’reokayandhereandbreathingand—“ She had started to tear up now.
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 11:14 pm
She came to see.... him.
Was she the sick one here?
The boy watched with a tired expression as she began to speak. Softly, yes, but soon it started to devolve into quiet panic. He slowly blinked, the gears in his head crawling to move and understand the train wreck called Molly.
Oh great. She looked like she was crying.
Otto's eyes lifted ever slightly to beside his bed, and arm slowly, almost sloth like in speed to take a tissue. It was then offered to the curly haired Mist. "Ya'll right there?" He asked, his expression still sleepy, though he had tried for an incredulous look.
It did not work.
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 11:26 pm
It didn’t take long for Molly to dissolve into a blubbering mess, and she furiously wiped at her eyes with her sleeves. Oh gosh. She didn’t mean for this to happen, really! “I’m so sorry!” She sobbed. “I came here to offer support and now I’m crying and—“ She sniffled and looked up as he spoke and offered her a tissue. Otto…was offering her a tissue…?
So cute.
Molly sniffled loudly again, her lip wibbling, but she reached out and graciously took it. “Oh…th-thank you so much!” She then dabbed at her eyes and blew her nose, neatly folding up the napkin and then holding onto it. “I’m okay…! I just…I really am really happy to see you, Otto…” She mustered up a wide smile, and reached out to rest a hand gently on his shoulder, squeezing it a bit. “How are you feeling…?”
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 11:33 pm
Wow. What a mess. Otto just stared, almost entranced. There was a sobbing Molly sitting beside him like she was on Oprah r some s**t. He wasn't really sure what to think about this at all. She was crying over him, right? That he wasn't dead, which... was good? And she was crying. Like.. a lot.
He hadn't seen this much blubbering since watching a soap opera with his mother. She got.. a little into them.
"Uhh.." His gaze shifted to where his feet were under the blanket. "I'm feelin'... tired. Worn out." Paranoid, terrified, and genrally a mess. His only saving grace was the leftover feeling the meds had given him. A nice, dull pain, really.
"Kinda wanna sleep forever, ya know?" As long as he didn't dream anymore.
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 7:40 pm
Molly nodded her head sympathetically, finally reeling herself in from that outburst.
She rubbed Otto’s shoulder as soothingly as she could. “I…I imagine…” She bit her lip a bit, and nodded her head again, chuckling very softly. “That sounds like you’re very, very tired…” The Mist Trainee trailed off for a moment. She didn’t want to ask what happened. It didn’t matter to her, and she didn’t want to know. He was here now and safe, and that was all that mattered. “…Um…is…there anything I can do for you, Otto?” She asked hopefully, her eyes going wide at him. “…Something I can get you?”
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 7:53 pm
Otto almost shrank back when he felt a hand on his shoulder, slowly relaxing as he realized it was just Molly. He was glad she didn't ask about what happened. He was scared to talk about it. He hoped and prayed he didn't have to fill out any sort of report. Otto hoped he could just sweep this under the rug and drag a chair over it.
His eyes lifted as she asked him what she could do. At first, he really wasn't sure. He wasn't feeling well, that was for certain. Maybe something that would comfort him.
Candy? Cake? Soda? Teddy Bear? Extra pillows? Extra Blankets? Night Light? ipod?
All very good options. In fact, he wanted all of those things. Heck, recovering in his own dorm room sounded nice instead of sharing a room with other sick and injured hunters in the infirmary.
"Um.." Otto murmured, fidgeting with the hem of the blanket he had. "Somethin' to drink...?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 8:03 pm
She was eager to do something for him, it showed on her face.
Molly sat on the edge of her seat, waiting, wide eyed and alert. “Something to drink?” She echoed. “…Ummm…” She thought about it for a moment. “Oh! No problem! What would you like? AH! I also need to stop by my room…I made something for you!” She smiled at him.
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 8:33 pm
The way she was staring made Otto lean away slightly, or as much as he could with how sluggish he was. She seemed so eager, so energetic. The very thought of having a small portion of that energy made him sick. A lot of things were making him sick since he woke up. He sure hoped he'd be able to stomach that drink.
"Um.. cola." Something fizzy like soda would be a treat after all that time being captured.
His tired eyes widened slightly at her declaration. "Huh? For.. me?" Why would she have made something for him?
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 9:10 pm
Molly sat in her spot for a moment longer after his request, her brows furrowed in thought as her hazel gaze drifted up to the ceiling. It was easy to tell she was thinking, and thinking hard. Was cola the best thing to give someone who was still in the infirmary…? But…she couldn’t tell him no if that made him happy…! She did say she’d get him anything… Oh! She’d bring some water too! There. This seemed to persuade her, and Molly snapped back to attention, smiling a bit as she stood, smoothing out her coat. “ Okay! I’ll be right back! I promise!” Molly slowly backed away from Otto and towards the door, staring at him wide eyed. “ I promise I’ll be right back!” She then made hand gestures, indicating for him to stay right there and not go anywhere. Like that was possible. She then scurried down the hall. Molly was gone for a good ten minutes, as the infirmary was not in the same building as the dorms, but when she did return, she was holding a can of cola from the vending machine, a bottle of water, and something else in her hands as well. She placed the drinks on his bedside table, and then took her spot next to him once more. She seemed to be wringing the object in her hands nervously. “… So um…you weren’t allowed any visitors when you first got back…and I got really anxious and worried…and I got into knitting recently…so I made you something to keep myself busy…!” She held out the knitted item to him. “ I hope you like it…if not….Um…that’s okay! I’ll just uh…find something…else to do with it….”
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 9:26 pm
Otto blinked as Molly reaffirmed she would be back, staring up expectantly. Why was she promising it with such emphasis? The more she did it, the more he worried. Her gestures were met with a tilt of his head. Just where did she think he'd go? He wasn't leaving his bed for anything. He could barely shift about without a head rush. Heaven forbid whenever he had to get up for a bathroom break.
And so he waited. His gaze shifted from his fidgeting hands to the door and back again. Any time he heard something in the time that passed, his head lifted expectantly. In the last few minutes she was gone, his eyes drooped tiredly, posture slouching.
Finally she returned. He readjusted his posture to sit up somewhat straighter, anxious to have that cola. Likely he wouldn't have much more than a couple of sips, but that wasn't the point.
He cracked open the can, the sound of the released pressure getting him all excited for the bubbly drink to come. He took a small sip as he listened to Molly talk, setting the can down again soon after. He wasn't sure why she had worried so much over him. He'd been certain she hated him. After all, all he did was bully her, and she'd often scolded him for bugging Dakota. Heck, she punched him in the nose over it.
His eyes fell on the offered beanie, his eyes widening and lips parting. She made that for him? Slowly, he moved, taking the item and holding it closer. The design was a little ridiculous, but it was obvious she knew what he liked.
He never imagined getting any kind of cool gift coming back. His lips twitched upward, a small smile actually gracing his normally grumpy features. And then a toothy grin. "...This is awesome." He said with a small but obviously elated tone.
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 9:36 pm
She took to twiddling her fingers while she nervously waited for Otto’s reaction to the beanie, almost expecting to hear from the usually grumpy teen that it was stupid. But she didn’t. Molly’s eyes fluttered up to the beanie in his hands, and then to his face, where she was gifted with a small smile. This in turn made Molly’s lips pulled into a goofy wide smile. He liked it!
It warmed her heart to know she had done something nice for him.
“I-I’m glad!” She replied happily. “The last time I was at the mall I noticed that the kids are really into the skull and crossbones and smiley emo faces. Very hip right now.” Molly uttered seriously.
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 9:49 pm
Like any kind of happy expression on the teen, the grin only lasted a small amount of time. Molly's explanation was hilarious though. The way she talked about teen fashion made it seem like she was an old lady. He lightly raised one brow, pulling the beanie onto his head, feeling a little less naked now. Sure, he had pajamas but headgear was important too.
"Ya don't say.." He humored her. Wait.. she said kids.
His brow twitched lightly, but then he sighed softly. Too tired to grouch.
He tugged the garment over his ears, fidgeting with the hem. Hats were like a security blanket for him. Something to hide in. "Good'to know." He wouldn't admit he cared about how he looked, even if trusting Molly of all people about what was hip didn't seem legit.
Maybe he should thank her for the gift?
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<>
. . . . .
<<....Good Grief.>>
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