sirenspull_logs | Doctor, doctor, gimme the news

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Doctor, doctor, gimme the news

Who: Sick people and their well-wishers
When: May 13th-June 4th
Where: Hospitals and clinics all over the Port
Summary: A catch-all log for hospitalized people and their visitors all over the Port during the sickness plot. Everyone feel free to centralize your hospital visit threads here for convenience!
Warning: Please mark your threads if you'll need any.

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[He opens his mouth to reply, to explain that he's not upset, that this isn't her fault, that his head has been on fire for so long that he can't remember what it was like to have a coherent thought about anything, let alone something important like this. But the only thing that comes out is a few wheezy, struggled noises.

Still holding tight to her hand, he fumbles for the discarded pen and writes with a shaky hand:]

I'm sorry. Thank you for trusting me with those words.

[And, though he still doesn't understand just what those words fully mean, he writes beneath that over the top of where his tears have fallen and dampened the paper:]

It's going to be fine, but I love you, too.

[Because even though he doesn't understand it, if he can make her feel better somehow by saying it, that would be enough.]

[She pauses, looking at him for a moment, appraising and unsure and - vulnerable. She doesn't pick up the pen, but she does stay silent for a few more moments.]

You do?

[His expression goes noticeably more anxious. Ah, he hadn't expected her to actually call him out on it. But realizing that he must look like a deer in modern-headlights, he bows his head back down, closes his eyes and simply nods.

To care for, the desire to protect someone; that's as close as he'll ever get.]

[She doesn't even try to stop the smile that comes up, small but relieved and genuine.]

'Kay.

[He sighs softly, holds back another fit of coughing and stays hunched over. Mostly because he's too exhausted to move at the moment. But he does manage to peek up through his mussed hair to see her smile.

His heart really does feel lighter somehow at the sight, and it's obvious from the way that his expression brightens just the slightest bit.]

[She smiles a little wider, her eyes starting to water, when she sees that slightly cheerier face, before she promptly plants her face in her hands and starts to cry. She's... out of it, okay.]

I'm really glad...

[Oh. Oh man. He didn't mean to make her cry!

Frantically, he reaches up and grabs hold of her shoulder as tightly as he can, a questioning look on his face as he mouths the words: Are you okay?!]

[She looks towards him, her hand shaking as she reaches to wipe her eyes dry.]

I'm happy.

[Ah, thank goodness. That's much better than being upset because he's too useless to even say simple words of comfort well enough.

He reaches up to wipe her cheek with his sleeve, hoping that that will be a good enough answer until he can speak again.]

[And then, in a moment of total thoughtlessness brought on by fever, she blows her nose on that very same sleeve.

:')]

[..................Today is a really weird day.

So he'll allow it.

:|]

[She'll apologize later. Maybe.]

I'm glad you came.

[He'll just clean it...somehow. Sob. Ugh.

He does his best to hum his agreement, but he settles instead for simply nodding. At least he can do that now without feeling like it'll make him pass out. For now.]

[She pauses, frowning before reaching for the pen. Everything that was important to speak out loud has been said.]

you dont sem so good. mayb you shuld go home

[After a short hesitation, he writes back:]

Are you sure?

well if you want to sty you can. but maye you shold slep.

[At first he looks unsure, but after glancing back over at the boy in the next bed and the nurse that's walked in to check on things, he nods. He won't be of use to anyone, not her or Oz, unless he actually tries to get some rest.

Plus Oz will probably hit him later if he's gone for too long.]

[She smiles, nodding in turn, and moves back to the paper.]

im sure well be fine but dont foget what i said

[He rubs at his eyes with the clean sleeve and shakes his head. No, he won't forget. He then reaches for her hand to squeeze it reassuringly and bows his head once more.]

[She squeezes his hand in return.]

youl be okay too. and oz and evryon. im sure ill be out in a few days

I'll pick you up when you're better and take you home no matter wha

[He drops the pen so that he can cover his mouth to cough.]

[She leans forward, concerned, but winces at the pain that simple motion causes, taking a deep breath as her head swims.]

[When he finally recovers, he scribbles a quick:]

Get some sleep. I'll see you soon.

[And then attempts to stand up without falling right back down.]

[She nods with a smile, clearing her throat.]

I'll definitely come home no matter what. I wouldn't let something like a flu stop me!

[He smiles weakly and gives her an even weaker nod. If only he could feel that same sort of happy optimism. His stubbornness will just have to suffice.]

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