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When she finally managed to wake up, she couldn't open her eyes. The pain had been dealt with and there was that fuzzy edge of disconnection that came with being medicated so well, but that did not change the fact that her head felt like a block of stone. She reached up to try and touch her eyes, immediately coming to terms with how much her entire body ached. This mission had really done a number on them, hadn't it?

She saw bloody, teeth-made holes behind her closed eyelids, and made a second attempt to try and feel why she couldn't open them to escape the sight of it. When her fingers finally touched her face, it became clear why she couldn't move any of it - her face was wrapped up tightly in bandages, all the way around. She couldn't even feel past them, to understand what had been done to her.

To her face.

Her hand slammed down and away, crashing into a tray of medical equipment nearby. Her throat was too sore to talk, but she wanted answers. She wanted a doctor to come and see why she'd just lashed out, and she wanted to know what was wrong. Now.

Otto, after getting well needed rest, and a nice chat with Chance, headed out to see Maebe. The guilt was strong, and the worry overwhelming. He needed to see her, needed to talk to her. Wanted to know if she was okay. Alive, yes. But Okay? Maybe not.

He finally found her bed, and his gut dropped to the floor at what he saw.

"Maebe?" He asked, inching towards the side of the bed. Oh ********, oh ********. He'd done this to her. He'd.....

"Maebe?" He asked more fervently, desperately. He was sorry, he was so sorry.

Stargazing

The sound of Chance's voice was hardly recognizable, but the tone he used was unique. Chance was very helpful, like that. Just not helpful enough - because he wasn't a doctor.

"What's wrong with me." She didn't greet him, or ask him how he was, because he was the first voice she'd woken up to and she needed answers.

Zombie Friends For Life

She didn't recognize who was speaking, but they sounded familiar enough that Maebe's hackles rose up.

"Yeah? And you sound like some ho who is jealous of a mummified Barbie and wishes she looked that good in bandages. Did I get that right?" She kept her voice hesitant and amused, in case it was someone she liked - not that she would regret insulting them. It was all a matter of how the words were said.

Birds of a feather

Peyton had waited, not long, but long enough to be sure Otto had come and gone already. She knew how he felt, she knew it so well, and he hadn't been the only one that had been effected that night. Not the only one that had hurt people, possibly loved ones. Luck had kept Peyton from hurting America that first time, and luck had kept those she cared about far far away from her this time.

"Maebe?" She tried to make her voice chipper as she slipped into the room. Smiling, despite the fact Maebe couldn't see it. she could hear it maybe, in her voice.

She headed for the bead, sinking down on the edge of it near Maebe's side. Careful not to jostle her. Wincing when she saw the bandages. Whatever Otto had done...

She hadn't had the heart to ask him, it had seemed cruel. Now she almost wish she had.

Hurt

She would have grinned, if she could have done more than the tiniest movement of her lips, but the effort was there. She felt his hand slide into hers, and even that smile went away when she was startled by the unexpected touch. She hated not being able to see what was going on. He knew more than anyone that she was scared of the dark.

"I know that." She muttered, resting her head back and tilting it in the direction she heard his voice coming from. Her other hand reached out, bending in grabby ways. She wanted more than just his hand.

"I'm sorry, too." She didn't like admitting it. Admitting she was sorry ripped open the only scars Thaw couldn't heal, from the inside out. Admitting she'd hurt him meant admitting they weren't safe. No one was.

That was much scarier than the dark.

Hurt

He leaned in closer, touching her grabby hand with his own in case she was looking for him. "So we're both sorry then." He smiled, wishing he could make her pain and fear go away with just a touch of his hand.

"Man. you must be bored out of your mind. The second floor got pretty trashed. Plumbing is out of whack. I'll have to try and fix it myself today. I lucked out. My room ain't too shabby, damage wise. My plant fell over and made a mess, and my nightstand got cracked. Just little things. Books n' stuff fell over. I'll have to organize it all again, but like.. do you got any idea how exhaustin' that all sounds?" He was babbling. Babbling and chattering because he didn't know what else to do for her.

Birds of a feather

"Hey gorgeous." It fell so naturally from her lips, so easy, and Peyton reached out to take that hand before it could sink back to rest on Maebe's lap. "I didn't bring you anything but my own charming self, but," she paused, looking around the room before her eyes fell on the little bottle of pink nail polish. "Looks like someone left you some nail polish."

Idly Peyton wondered who. An idle thought, something to keep her mind occupied.

She looked back down, inspecting Maebe's nails. "It looks like you're in dire need of a manicure."