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Otto barely woke up when Cami fled the bed. A small murmur and then a roll to his other side was most of any life to be seen. As she readied herself, he assumed she was late for a shift. That was, until he felt her leaned over him. He turned his head, ice blue eyes peering behind heavily lids.

Her news took a couple of seconds to fully register. Oh s**t.

An injury was not a big deal. It meant she was alive, and able to recover. She wasn't missing a limb. She wasn't drained of blood. Those assurances were what kept him calm.

The blond fumbled as he rose from bed, quietly nodding that he'd be along soon. He got dressed, barely even bothering to let Cami leave first, because at this point what did he care? He brushed his teeth, but didn't bother with his hair, tossing a hood up instead.

He was ready, and going out the door with Cami as quick as he could. They wouldn't be able to do much for Maebe, aside from being by her side as company. To let her know they were glad she was back.

Cami wanted to kiss Otto for understanding and actually leaned in to do just that before they left the dorm, a swift touch of lips that still made her just a little shy. Maybe one day she would master the butterflies that swirled in her stomach every time she got near Otto like this. Maybe they never would. It'd be interesting to find out.

At the moment, though, they were more like fuzzy moths slipping and sliding through her insides as the redhead linked fingers with her roommate near the entrance to the infirmary. Her first impulse was to run headlong in and demand to see Maebe but knew that was going to get her absolutely nowhere but thrown out. So with Otto's hand in hers the redhead stepped into a place she'd hoped to not come for quite some time yet couldn't seem to escape.

The life of a Sun Hunter.

Counting paces in her head kept Camille's steps measured and from being frantic. A few of the beds were taken but only one of them had a wealth of blonde hair like sunshine spread over the pillow, only one of them was Maebe Grace Bertrand. Only one of them was important to Cami. Stopping next to the bed she couldn't see the wiring but could see bruising where a hand had taken Maebe's face to snap her jaw.

Reaching out to lightly touch Maebe's hand with her free one, Cami tried to smile. "Hey."

They'd given Maebe the good stuff. Though her face was swollen, and bumpy, and her lips were puffed with injury and broken as well, they'd done their best to clean her up after wiring her jaw shut. Now, she was floating on a cloud of morphine and weightlessness, barely able to keep her eyes open. It was the greatest high, and she was enjoying herself immensely.

When Cami and Otto finally got down to her, she turned her head just enough to be able to look at them, and winced at even that small movement. She couldn't smile, but her eyes were twinkling with happiness at their presence (and the presence of the unicorn prancing behind them, ooh look at it go.)

She picked up her phone, which had quickly become her source of communication, and typed out one word on the screen. Hey.

Otto did not get any typing, but she did reach out a hand to him. It wasn't reaching for him to take, or hold, but instead she seemed to be pointing the back of her hand at him. She held it up flat, fingers all pointed upward, and splayed them carefully while wiggling them for attention. Her eyes crinkled, the only sign that she would have smiled if she could have.

On her fingertips were a whole array of very badly broken fingernails.

She looked bad, but if she was well enough to make sassy jokes, she'd be just fine. Otto gave her a a small smile of relief, accepting her sass silently. He remained standing, his hand firmly placed within Cami's.

"I told you broken nails don't count." He said with a straight face. In all likely hood he'd probably kiss each and every one of them better for her.

Shaking her head Cami frowned slightly. "No, I haven't seen Taym in a bit which isn't really unusual. He's not Captain Social." Try to be normal. Try not to be horrified by what you saw because it was relatively nothing compared to what it could have been. Try not to focus too hard on the smells and the morphine which she'd been given in regular doses for almost a week when regrowing all of her skin.

Her free hand tugged lightly at the ends of her hair, losing herself in remembering for a minute, the only time Cami was ever selfish. She selfishly tended to dwell on things that had scared her and made her want to grab Otto close in a hug before flopping on top of the patient. All three of them belonged upstairs, in bed, as soon as possible.

A deeper frown. "Does Taym have anything to do with why your jaw is broken?"

Maebe pulled her phone back and deleted the question, making a short, smug snort before she began to type furiously. But a moment later, she deleted what she'd written, and started again - this time, less angrily.

We were on the mission together. So yes. But he didn't do it, some crazy b***h who looks like a girl I used to bone did.

Not being in the infirmary meant he was probably better off than she was, so Maebe left the topic alone at that, and deleted the text again. She started typing, carefully this time. Then she turned the phone to them once more.

I'm going to be jaw wired for a week. This is murder. I need magazines, makeup, a plug for my phone, and lots of visits to keep me interested in you both.

She pulled the phone back and added one last thing at the bottom.

And some n***s. She looked at them both pointedly.

Otto would bring magazines and anything else for Maebe's pleasure. But he certainly would not be sharing n***s for her. A nude Otto was better seen live. A treat for her when she got better, maybe.

Still, the ability to flap her gums taken away was likely one of the worst things for Maebe Grace Bertrand to ever go through.