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 Posted: Thu May 08, 2014 7:52 pm
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Noah was sleeping, mercifully. The burns were agony, she knew it, first hand experience with a small hand reaching out to touch the red, spiraling glow of the stove top coil. It had been awful, and that been one hand. She couldn't imagine how the other's endured, how much they suffered. Any moment asleep was a relief.
So while her boyfriend slept, drug induced or naturally, she left his side to check on the others. Cami and Hanna were asleep, but the ex-marine was awake when she peeked in on him. It made her pause with the door partially open, and after a moment she tapped her knuckle against the wood before letting herself in.
She wasn't entirely sure what day it was, or how many had passed. She'd barely left the hospital since they'd all been brought back. It meant she wasn't sure how much of their burns had healed, though since Evan was an Intermediate like herself she knew he'd be healing faster. "How're you feeling?" Voice soft, she walked up and took a seat in the only chair in the room, legs folded beneath her.
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Posted: Fri May 09, 2014 9:39 pm
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Evan, by rights, should have been sleeping, considering that the Life techs had had to sedate him when he refused to stay in bed. He had nothing against hospitals--he just hadn't wanted to be at the Lifers' tender mercies. He had heard things about what they did to unsuspecting patients, and the wounded-animal instinct to hole up in his den and hide from the world had been nearly overwhelming, besides. It wasn't like he was that injured, anyway: his arms had taken the worst of it, the parts of his face that had been exposed were a little singed, and he was hyperaware of the sensitive patches of raw skin everywhere else.
Truth be told, Evan hadn't put up much of a fight, anyway. After they had been taken back to the island, he had found himself that unfortunate mixture of keyed up and exhausted, and the sedative had helped him sleep while Gir worked overtime repairing the damage. That had been hours ago, though, and now Evan was just plain old high while the drug worked its way--slowly, as Gir was preoccupied--through his system.
It took Evan a moment to register the sound of Peyton's voice, and his head lolled listlessly on its pillow to face her. He was more aware of Gir's growl, and he grimaced as his weapon's attention snapped away from healing him towards other, less productive things. Back to work, he thought, or thought he thought. Everything was kind of fuzzy.
Evan's burnt hands flexed at her question, and he winced at the pull of too-sensitive skin. He held one up and inspected it, really looking at it for the first time. It looked like someone had tried to barbeque him. It felt worse. "Been better," he replied, his voice thick with exhaustion. His head tilted to the other side, contemplatively. "Been worse, too." His gaze drifted past his damaged hand to focus on Peyton. "What're you doin' here?" She looked okay, and that gave him a dim sense of what might have been hope that everyone else came out unscathed, too.
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2014 7:30 pm
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Evan's answer was pretty much exactly what she had expected to hear, and that in itself had the small Sun smiling. Any bit of humor, or sass, or attitude from those that had been brought in burnt was taken as a positive sign. They would recover from this, it wouldn't break them.
His question made her blink, and she sank back in the chair, sliding legs to one side. "Checking on you." As if it wasn't obvious. "Do you need anything? Like water, or..?" Food, a nurse, whatever. It wasn't as if he'd be able to roll out of bed to get himself anything he might need, and who knew who else would check in on him. The Life techs had their hands full, and any little thing she could do to help, she would.
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2014 7:03 pm
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"Why?" Evan blurted, squinting suspiciously at Peyton, at--at the three of her that were wavering like mirages right in front of his eyes. Well, logic dictated that there was one of him and more of her, so the chances that he was looking at one of her were pretty high.
Pretty high. Like Evan was! That was funny, and he and Gir snickered and snorted laughter like children, only Gir didn't know why and then Evan forgot why, and their giggles ended as abruptly as they began.
Hadn't Peyton--/Preyton/--Shut up--asked a question? Did he need something? Evan contemplated it for a long, drawn out moment during which his train of thought hit every station along the way. He was hungry, he was thirsty, everything hurt, and he was pretty sure he had been roofied rather than sedated, but mostly he itched. The burnt skin was raw and oversensitive, the new skin was tender and still oversensitive, but the healing parts were probably the most oversensitive parts of all.
"I wanna go swimming," Evan finally replied, starting to kick away the thin sheet that some dumbass had covered him with, because that would help the healing process. Clumsy and uncoordinated, he got tangled in it instead. Every movement against it hurt, more so when he started struggling. Gir whined and whimpered and shrieked in protest, and Evan ignored him until he let out a low, quiet howl that stopped him in his tracks.
Evan flopped back against the bed with an aggravated huff, and that hurt too. "Gir doesn't wanna go swimming," Evan grumbled, then seemed to notice Peyton all over again. He squinted at her. "What're you doin' here?"
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2014 9:40 pm
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"Because I-"
Whatever she might have said was lost to the sudden rise of giggling from the man on the bed, and Peyton closed her mouth and simply stared for a long moment, even after that laughter had abruptly stuffed. That was different. True, she had not really seen much of Evan is the last few months, but the girl found it very hard to believe he'd changed so much in that time that giggling was a thing for him.
<It's really unsettling, all things considered.>
Wordlessly, Peyton agreed. Her memories of Evan were all hard edged and gritty, and this just did not match. Then she had a smart thought, and one that was basically confirmed as he declared his desire to go swimming.
He was high as a ******** kite. Doped out of his mind on painkillers.
On the one hand, he wasn't in any pain, or didn't appear to be. On the other, it was going to make communication sort of difficult. "Evan." She tried to get him to focus, but his attention was all for the sheet he was attempting to free himself of. So she waited, and when he flopped back, huffed about Gir not agreeing with him, and turned his attention up to her again as if he was seeing her for the first time.
It made her sigh, and she moved to delicately extract the sheet from there it was tangled around his legs. "Seeing how you're doing," she admitted flatly, pulling the last little length of white cotton out from under his knee and bundling it her arms before setting it on the foot of the bed.
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2014 1:21 pm
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"Ow," Evan complained as Peyton pulled the sheet off of him, though he made no attempt to stop her. The removal of the sheet left his modesty preserved only by his tags, a pair of boxers, and, for whatever reason, his socks. His legs had taken significantly less damage than the rest of him, which meant his throwback habit of tucking the bottoms of his pants into his boots had done exactly what it was meant to do.
His feet seemed very far away, though, and when he wiggled his toes it felt like they belonged to someone else. Peyton was much closer, though his interest in her was about the same. "But why?" he dragged out, his suspicions flaring anew.
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2014 7:25 pm
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Evan scrutinized Peyton silently for a long, awkward moment, trying to parse her words with a brain that felt like it had been wrapped in cotton and put somewhere far away from him. It felt nice, though, to hear that she cared. He didn't have it in him to reciprocate, but it was enough to make him nod and sit back against the bed, his features relaxing once more into drowsy blankness.
"'M sorry the voice in my head wants to kill you," Evan slurred, as casually as if he was discussing the weather, and then asked, "Is there any ice cream? Ice cream sounds good. 'S too hot in here."
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Posted: Sun May 18, 2014 5:29 pm
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"The voice in your head is a d**k," she countered flawlessly, not missing a beat.
There was a very large part of her that wanted a rematch, a chance to turn the tables, placing herself firmly on top of the pecking order. Specially now, with the buffers in place. There was no more chance of a final blow tearing through the last shredded remains of her shield and into the unguarded flesh below. Too many accidents. Precautions had been taken, finally.
Pale eyes leveled on him, narrowing slightly as she actually gave his question some thought. Was their ice cream? She'd been in the little kitchen, there was a fridge, with a freezer. "There might be. I can check, but you have to say please." Now she smiled, a flicking twitch of pink lips.
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Posted: Sun May 18, 2014 8:35 pm
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Another bout of completely sky-high snickers caused Evan to shake, uncomfortable with the movement but unable to stop. Gir snarled and growled and snapped and paced at the front of his mind, and for whatever reason that just made it funnier. "He shhh--he said you tasted good and," he trailed off, head tilted as he listened to something only he could hear.
Evan's laughter stopped abruptly, replaced instead with mild shock. "Dude, that's just mean. Don't listen to him, he doesn't mean it," he told Peyton, as if she had somehow been privy to Evan's exchange with his weapon.
He brightened--as much as he was able--at the prospect of ice cream. "Please get us ice cream," Evan replied obediently.
/She's probably going to poison it,/ Gir growled.
"Don't poison it, though," Evan added.
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2014 1:51 pm
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It was a small miracle that the ice cream in Evan's mouth didn't wind up all over him, but he had a particular kind of practice in making the most out of moisture in a dry situation. The ice cream was gone before the chocolate shell, and he crunched on it happily. There was still a lot of discomfort, but Peyton had brought him ice cream, and the drugs were making his thoughts pleasantly fuzzy--which was good, because if he had been completely sober and watching this s**t happen to himself, he probably would have broken all of the new skin that had grown to protect the burns.
It might still happen later, but just then, Evan didn't much care. He was bored, though, but reading didn't hold much of an appeal for him at the moment. "Let's go to the movies," he suggested instead, as if that was a legitimate possibility.
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2014 6:55 pm
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Two bites in Peyton had paused to watch Evan extract the innards of his ice cream bar with disturbing precision before staring on the crunchy outer shell of chocolate. It was both gross and impressive, and only after he'd finished did she return to her own treat, eating it normally.
His request was met with a baffled look that melted into a thoughtful frown as she glanced out and into the room, then over her shoulder towards the door. "We can't go to the movies, Evan. You're hurt." The painkillers were clearly helping, but she highly doubted he'd be able to walk, and even if he could, she didn't think the hunters on portal detail would let him through,
Of course there were alternatives.
Lips pursed, the smaller Sun pulled her phone out of her pocket and powered it up. She was quiet for a moment as she sent out a message over twitter, than looked up at the bed ridden ex-marine. "If you could see a movie, what kind would you want to see?"
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