[PRP] Visiting Hours Are 9-5 [Maebe/Peyton]

[Nio Love]

"Don't lurk in the doorway." Maebe grumbled out sleepily, to the shadow she was watching move in the crack under the door. "It's rude."

The infirmary had begun to bore her. Once she'd moved her arms, it was only a matter of time before they started physical therapy to get her moving again. They told her this, because they had no patience to keep her there very long. Apparently they were 'all booked up'. She was itching to get started, and get back on her feet. She hadn't visited Shiloh's pod since she'd almost died herself, and it was the only destination she had left anymore.

That, and Mark.

Briefly, she couldn't actually decide whose shadow it was that lurked in the doorway. She had a few guesses, which surprised her - the answer should have been no one. A tired nurse taking their break, maybe. But they were clearly hesitating at her door, and that meant they were there to see her.

Or not see her. She knew who it was, if the shadow disappeared after she'd spoken. He wouldn't have come unless she was asleep.

Douchebag.

So that left Ian or Jude. She waited quietly to see which of the two had come to ease just a tiny bit of her boredom tonight.

beejoux

 

[Nio Love]

What the what.

Maebe had already been looking too high up, so when Peyton walked in, she had to lower her gaze to see her, and her eyes widened in surprise. That was the most unexpected thing she'd seen all day, and she'd been sporatically surprised for a while now. But Peyton? She wondered if this was just another case like Quinn, where heart of gold meant even an acquaintance couldn't be passed without checking up on them, should they be injured. Peyton might have been the type, but Maebe literally didn't even know her well enough to be sure. All that she knew was that Pey was close with -

Oh.

The surprise faded into a sullen, dark melancholy, and Maebe sunk into her bed. "I'm fine," She murmured out quietly, turning in the bed carefully until her head was faking the opposite direction of Peyton.

After a few seconds of cold silence, her voice hissed out unhappily. "Did he send you." This was just another way Taym didn't have to face her, wasn't it? All that gratefulness she had for him saving her life was being eaten away by the absolute disgust she felt for him. So instead of facing her and answering her questions, he sends someone else to check on her?

"I'll do the goddamn mission report as soon as I can sit up on my own. Christ."

Beejoux

 

[Nio Love]

"Because he's too chicken s**t to come face me again." The words were no less scathing, but they were no longer directed at Peyton. She wasn't to blame, if he hadn't sent her. Maebe had to return to her initial assumption of just good hearted pity. Good people were so predictable sometimes.

She turned back around to face Peyton. It was the first time she'd really gotten a good look at her. Fresh faced, innocent, vaguely concerned. Save for the tanned skin, maebe remembered that face. That light in her eyes that had once shown in her own. Once.

A long time ago.

"Sorry. " She muttered quietly. "I'm doing better. Mostly off the painkillers. I can feel my legs again. "  

[Nio Love]

Peyton had paid her respects, and Maebe fully expected her to go. But she sat down instead, starting conversation with someone who she couldn't possibly really care about.

And to Maebe's horror this was starting to become a norm.

She brutally ignored everything Peyton said in favor of leaning on to get a better look at her. The tightness in her expression was not overlooked, this time.

Don't do it, Maebe, she told herself. Don't get invested.

"Are /you/ okay?"  

[Nio Love]

Maebe pushed herself up to sit straighter, and pulled up on the gown enough to see the bandages underneath. She'd never even bothered looking at them until now. "A week. That's not how long it'll take to heal, just how long they said I'm allowed to stay." Her entire torso, from the curve under her breast to the swell of a tiny mound of stomach, was covered in bright white bandages, freshly changed. "If this had been a real hospital, I would be in here for months if I'd even survived."

She let her gown settle back down - not that she had any problems with exposure, which was obvious. "Then I'm on my own again. I'll give Deus one thing, they're not coddlers."

Maebe sucked in a breath, and her eyes widened as she remembered something. She peered inquisitively at her guest. "Is that old offer of yours still open?"

Beejoux

 

[Nio Love]

Maebe took a little more time than usual appreciating Peyton's scar. She'd been through something rough, and come out stronger. That was the point of all of this, she supposed. So she leaned in, and whispered very seriously.

"Depends on what?"

Beejoux

 

[Nio Love]

Damn it.

Maebe's face turned sour with unhappiness. She should have known Peyton wasn't going to give her anything useful, in the long run. But she had to try. "My intent is to stop being led around in the dark. I got stabbed because somebody decided to take me on a mission and teach me a lesson about being a Hunter. I think that lesson has succeeded, but I want to know why. And I want to know more."

This wasn't even about Taym, anymore. There was so much more beyond the pinprick he resided in that she thirsted for. So much that Peyton couldn't possibly know.. but there was always that slight chance she would shine a light on the path that could take her there.

And if not, Maebe was sure knowing some dirt on Taym could come in handy, some time.

"Why? What do you want my intent to be?"

Beejoux