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No lists, no methodical organization of feelings or emotions made anything better, and for a long while nothing made it better but sleep. There resided nothing but blackness and removal, though an occasional dream or two did interrupt what small reverie the teen had found. Mostly they were innocent, silly scenarios where she couldn't run fast enough or she couldn't get to a designated place in time or simply couldn't swing her scythe hard enough. But there were others, gentle flutterings that showed her what things could have been, what they would never be and left her feeling weak and all the more tired upon waking.
The remainder of her time was spent in the training arena, avoiding people for a full week as she practiced alone and returned to her room, careful to scout the halls since she was so close to the one thing she couldn't have but desperately wanted.
In the time spent alone, she had realized her mistake for what it was: Cowardice and meekness. But there was little to do about it now, she had shown her true colors after all. Who would accept someone who ran away? Who would accept a Moon who couldn't even defend herself?

In the end it was a text message that had done her in, just a simple one from Fini received on a lazy afternoon.
Dressed only in an over sized pastel hoodie, lace edged shorts and a pair of mismatched over the knee socks, Abbi rushed to the Infirmary. It didn't matter that her hair had been messily thrown into lopsided, half cared for attempts at pigtails and that one side had fallen during her wallowing. It didn't matter that she knew she looked terrible or that she didn't know anything she would say, that there was no plan other than to just wing it. She only knew she had to get there before it was too late, she had to run fast enough, she had to be there right now.
Any warning Viveca murmured, still agitated and hurt, was ignored in favor of putting her focus on just getting there. Things would fall into place from then on or they wouldn't, but they would just have to be after Abbi was sure Ripley was alright.

The haste with which she made her way toward the infirmary did not slow until she flung open the doors and realized she didn't even know if he was still here or not. Stricken with worry she stopped in the doorway, only moving forward into the actual room with multiple beds because the doors swung back and whacked against her backside, a small noise leaving her at the pain.

This was the point in her game where the cut scene got really pretty, the good graphics used to let the scene unfold in rose hinted hues with a bit of sparkle here and there for extra effect.
Instead, Abbi glared at the door and showed it her tongue, as though it had swung back on purpose. Since it was inanimate, that was impossible but she needed a place to pin her blame and she was not in the state of mind to take any additional responsibilities for her actions. Even small ones like doors that bumped people. The music associated with a nice cut scene also didn't strike up now like it should, so the teen took a deep breath and mentally prepared herself for the apology she was going to make.

For all her attempts at planning, Abbi had gotten out of the habit as of late and when confronted with a pale haired shirtless back of a man she felt her intentions turn into little doves and flitter from her head. Well, quite honestly, they left her in tiny squeaky noises as she tried to staunch that deep seated need to bolt back out the door.
It was the bandages that caught her gaze and curious, the teen took one step forward with her head tilted to one side. Those didn't look very good at all! And she was just about to start trying to apply what first aid studies she'd begun when the figure turned around.
The nope was strong in this young one.
But Abbi, for all her cowardice, stayed rooted to her spot. Mostly because he'd said her name.

Another squeak came out first before she jumped and waved her hands and put her head down, trying really hard not to stare but look it was everything she'd ever wanted to see and just um give her a moment.
"H-hi! Um hi yeah its... M-me I mean, obviously y-you can s-see that its me and n-not someone else and i-its really me, not a... A doppleganger o-or anything i-if those are real or whatever. I-I mean they probably are because yanno Halloween and all a-and um... Hi?" She peeked up quickly, red faced and bashful before she concentrated on her shoes once more.

Halfway through the man's attempt at covering himself, Abbi realized he was struggling. Once again her gaze peeked at what she could, tallying the amount of bandages in her head carefully. She had known it would be bad, Fini had been kind enough to mention that, but reading a warning did not prepare one for seeing it in action. An odd feeling turned over the girl's heart as a chirpy, if obviously concerned, "Do ya want some help?" popped out of her mouth.
Already she'd taken a few steps away from the safety of the door, forgetting she had meant to keep her distance as a precaution when presented with an honestly hurt Ripley.

The space between them felt suddenly less when he turned around again, gingerly as though he is studying her. Surprise makes her bold enough not to move, vainly hoping her deer in the headlights stance is pretty, or at least moderately cute.
But when he smiles, Abbi is once again reduced to a bundle of jitters.
"Th-that's good! I'd hate to be uh copied? Like I-I know they say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery but yanno... Um..." She had totally forgotten where she had meant to take that. "Thanks, though." She did, however, seem to realize the compliment hidden in his words. Maybe it was his smile, maybe he could have said anything and she would have thanked him regardless just because he looked happy. It hadn't felt like that long since she'd last seen him when she counted the days, but when she looked at that gentle smile it seemed forever.
"I think that's my question." Abbi conceded with a sigh and her own smile. "I'm not the one know the infirmary."

As kind as he was being to cover any indication of his wounds, the girl had seen them and was biding her time until she could ask after them. There might never be a good time if things went down one of the many paths she had mapped out in her mind, but Abbi always tended to forget that what she thought might happen and what really would were usually very starkly different things.
Even after the coat was buttoned, blue eyes stared at the places the bandages had been before she looked back up at the man before her. Her smile, which had dimmed mildly, turned wry and she laughed, once and softly.
"Thank goodness for Wilhelm." As for coming closer...

Abbi took a breath and a step at the same time, that way she wouldn't be able to chicken out on either. Another step followed quickly after that, easy once she'd started, and two more that turned into three and four and--
"A-a... You fought a Horseman?" The teen stopped, eyes wide and a thickness sudden in her throat. Ripley was lucky to be alive at all!
Without warning the girl shot forward, one hand reaching out to grasp at his coat when she was close enough to do so. Whereas she had been concerned before, now she was clearly upset, worry puckering her eyebrows harshly. Her feet tapped against the ground lightly, shifting quickly from side to side while she worried over him, mindful not to touch what she thought might be places he was injured.
"Of course they exist! Well I mean I don't blame you for not knowing but-- Ripley, they're really dangerous!" All her trepidation was forgotten for a moment as she tried to see past his coat once more and find how deep his wounds ran. "I fought one with Kat once and if she hadn't been there I probably would have died! They're awful! Are you--"

Now she saw how close she'd gotten and let go of him, surprised at herself. It was what she wanted, sure, but Abbi just wasn't sure.
"A-are you ok?" What she really meant was curiosity over whether he would be alright, if he would scar, or if there were some other irreparable damage she simply could not see that she ought to know about.