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She heard a hiss and it pulled her out a fitful half-doze. There had been flickering shadows around the edges of her mind, like metal wings beating in the dark, and the feel of many eyes watching, from everywhere. Starting, Sid rolled her head over on her pillow and grimaced, squinting to catch sight of her old friend. She muffled a groan into her hands as she scrubbed her face, the full-body ache she'd been hiding from returning with wakefulness. They'd given her something for the pain, but tolerance was a b***h sometimes.

This time, when she opened her eyes again, she caught sight of her bag and her eyes widened, her hands flying out to make a grabby, eager motion with wiggling fingers.

"Ohmagod, Rob, you are the ******** sexiest man alive right now. I swear to god I would suck you off right here if I could get out of bed and I didn't have Dour McGrumpface watching me all the time." She said, her words an eager, thoughtless tumble. "Gimmie."

The bag itself was nondescript and innocent, looking like any boho woman's purse with its knitted cord sides. It was what was inside that was important though, and she very nearly snatched it out of his hands when he got close enough. If she could have leaped out of bed for it, her excited jiggling indicated she would have.

Once it was in her hold, she was digging eagerly through it, shoving aside cloth-wrapped bits an pieces to pull out what looked like, innocently enough, a little bottle of nose spray.

"Oi, pull the curtain, wouldya?" She said as she unscrewed the top with practiced fingers, stretching upwards from where she sat to get a look around for the Hades doctor. Only when she felt safe, and only barely long enough for that, did she place the mister into her nostril for a deep sniff, one on each side.

The visible effect was instantaneous as she relaxed and melted back into the bed with a sigh, her bag cradled between her folded legs. The actual feeling took a few moments, but it was such a relief knowing it was on its ********, that's what I needed." She sighed, twisting the cap back on the bottle without looking. Over dramatic, maybe, but ********... being stuck in this bed for a week had been a trial, almost as bad as getting knocked out by that giant bird-thing up in the Alps.

She grinned as she lay sprawled, his retort making her chuckle. She'd been mostly jesting, but the idea was rather enticing when she seriously considered it. But that was for another time.

Rob came to flop down next to her bed and the smell of booze on him was strong, making even her nose wrinkle. Had he been bathing in the stuff? She had been ready to tease him about it when he leaned in to ask about the bottle and she closed her hand around it, tucking it against her chest as she cracked an eye at him with a grin.

"None of your business, Nosey!" She teased, shifting around to tuck it back into her bag and her bag against her side, under the covers were it was safe and unobstrusive. "Its just something to take the edge off and help me relax. Which, by the by, you've getting out of a wine bottle by the smell of it."

Sid pushed herself up finally, feeling twinges of soreness all over as she struggled to sit upright. She had to take a moment to punch the pillows behind her into some semblance of a supportive shape before she could give her friend her full attention, but when she finally did her eyes were knowing.

"Making the most of your God's benefits, I see. Birdies got you a little shaken up, huh?"

Watching Rob raise his shirt, Sid got an eyeful of the ugly, angry red gash puckered by black sutures. She grimaced, her nose wrinkling up, as she reached to touch her fingers to the jndamaged skin below it.

"Needles aren't anything, Rob." She said, dismissing them with the casualness of someone long used to them. "Try getting stuck with a knife, or hit by a car. Compared to that? Nothing."

Despite her flippant attitude, though, she stroked the side of his stomach with gentle fingers before she released him to sit back tiredly.

"I dunno." She fussed, twisting the sheets irritably in her hands. "A couple of days? Soon, I hope because I need a smoke so <******** bad and he won't let me do it in here."

A quick glance confirmed the dower doctor was no where to be seen and it gave her a chance to vent.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm happy to lay around and sleep, just not here... Is prefer my own bed, or some hottie's." She rolled her shoulders as her irrepressible grin came back, dark eyes closing as she rolled her head back on her neck.