sirenspull_logs | Doctor, doctor, gimme the news

[He is valiantly leading the way, head held high as he... trudges up the stairs. Did they really need to pack in this many stairs between the first floor and the second?

He doesn't stop until he reaches that elusive second floor. Then it's round two of breath catching time.

If only he'd had some delicate daisies to be considerate of...]

[~~GDit Terra~~ Thankfully, Terra has the sense not to turn around and try and hurry her up. She finds her way up the stairs at her own pace, about four steps behind her friend.

Disguising shortness of breath with slow, controlled breathing is a lot harder than it looks. But during the pause, it's easy for her to fluff up the flowers and look preoccupied while he takes all the time he needs.]

[He does indeed have that much sense. That and he was focused on the arduous task of getting up the stairs without any... mishaps.

Okay. Okay, he's good now. Onward to wander the halls and check room numbers!]

[Right ... onward.

Oh, the daisies are fine. Kind of suddenly. And she follows after him again.]

Two eighty-eight.

[She'd not chiding him, she's reminding him! To prevent aimless hallway wanderings.]

Yes.

[Yes, that is the number. He's not just going to walk them into room two eighty-two or something, gosh Aqua.

... Watch him walk right past it when it finally shows up.]

[If she could leash you, she probably would at this point, Terra. It's a terrible, unfair, selfish thought, but she's really looking forward to getting home and indulging herself in a humidifier and a nap.

Still. In an attempt to prevent a potentially embarrassing brain fart on Terra's behalf, she mutters the even room numbers on the right side of the hall to herself as the numbers climb higher and closer.]

Two hundred and eighty ... two eighty-two ... two eighty-four ...

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[The low muttering behind him is kind of annoying. Not on a personal this-offends-me level so much as a you-know-I-can-hear-you-making-noise level. Still leading the way, he's free to roll his eyes and mouth feverish (and so mostly nonsensical) complaints about her as they walk along, avoiding what hall traffic there is on the second floor to reach their destination.]

Two eighty-eight.

[He even points out the three numbers.]

Are your daisies ready?

[A bland, dry blink. Attitude time? Already? ...]

Oh ... good. You found it.

[With all three numbers right and everything.]

Well, I don't know. Let's see.

[To humor him, she lifts the daisies and scrunches up her face as she gives them a 'thorough examination'.]

Almost.

[Slowly. Painstakingly. Adjusts. A single petal.]

Mm. Now they're ready.

[... He would like nothing more than to put his hand on top of those daisies and ruffle them as if they were Ven or Roxas' hair now. But no, he mustn't.

Returning her flat look, he opens the door to room two eighty-eight and begrudgingly holds it open for the Bearer of Daisies.]

[That's Daisy Master, Terra. The flat look dissolves in kind when the door is held open for her, knocking on it politely before poking her head in and taking a look around.]

Hey ... incoming visitors. Roxas?

[He's somewhere between napping and staring boredly at the ceiling, but he's awake enough to crack an eye open and turn towards them.]

Terra? Aqua?

[It's almost a croak, but he kinda sorta sounds glad to see them.]

Hey. Come on in.

Hey, Roxas.

[Got a little echo going on in your room there, Roxas. Terra walks right in after Aqua, a tentative smile on his face. He's relieved to see Roxas awake... for more than one reason.]

[She wastes no time in setting up the daisies at his bedside, making sure that they're all facing outward, no badly bent stems ... it only takes a second, but she quickly turns back to their bedridden friend.]

How are you feeling? [Feeling suddenly much sprier, she drops into a sitting position at the foot of his bed.] Any better than yesterday?

I'm all right. [He coughs, then smiles gratefully at them, eyes moving from one to the other.] A little better, yeah. Still pretty lousy, but...not as lousy.

[He reaches over to the side of his bed and presses a button that lifts the mattress slightly so he can talk to them without craning his neck.]

I keep falling asleep out of nowhere, and when I'm not asleep, it gets pretty boring. Thanks for coming.

[At least one of them is feeling sprier. Terra's still in soldiering-on mode, but he does head right on over to Roxas' bed.]

Not as lousy is good. That's somewhere on the road that leads to not lousy at all.

[A hair ruffle is in order -- albeit it a much gentler one than usual. It's really more of a light pat on the head than anything. Thank goodness Aqua thought to bring those flowers, though, or he might have forgotten the important friendship ritual.

He steps back to stand near where the Daisy Master is sitting. It's about then that he gets a chance to take in the full picture... Roxas in a hospital bed, looking awfully sick despite the IV in his arm...

Except for a few disconcerting moments, it's Ven there instead. And then both Ven and Aqua are gone, replaced by two faceless, nameless entities and they're all in some darker place where there are no IVs or monitors or nurses to be had, they're all just dying one by one, and there's so much blood pooling around the stranger on the bed...

A few shades paler, Terra jerks away. He quickly decides to feign interest in the room itself. The clean, safe hospital room.]

So, this is your room, huh? Have you had it all to yourself?

[Mostly, her attentions are traced on ~~Ven~~ Roxas, evaluating his reaction time, monitoring his facial expressions ... but she glances to Terra when he leans in for a hair ruffle.

One glance, followed shortly by a second glance that lingers when her friend turns pallid. She doesn't have the wherewithal to hide her alarm and her eyes widen a little, peaceable smile waning slowly.

But he recovers like a champ, apparently.]

That's right ... He'll be better in no time, don't you think?

[... And ... she rises from her place at the foot of the bed, standing by Terra and lightly touches his arm.]

... Here, let's switch places.

[Roxas feels too languid to tense up when Terra goes in for the hair ruffle, but it's okay, because it turns out he doesn't need to—it's a very gentle touch, and doesn't do anything to exacerbate the headache that's always present to some degree.

But then for a moment it looks like Terra's the one who's sick and needs to lie down, not him, and Roxas is only mostly sure that it wasn't a hallucination after the moment passes.]

Ahiru's been sharing with me.

[He speaks quickly, trying not to show the sudden worry that is maybe unnecessary now, even though Aqua seems a little disturbed too.]

It's nice to have a friend around...less lonely. I think they took her off for some tests though. [He doesn't really know, he was either asleep or too fuzzy in the head to recall.] It's nice to have people come around too. Everything back home seems really far away.

[Terra offers little resistance to Aqua's suggestion this time: he sits down at the far end of the bed. He avoids looking at Roxas for a minute, but when he finally risks a glance, it is just Roxas in a hospital bed and everything's fine. He's fine.]

I bet he will be. He's a tough kid, Aqua.

[Just fine.]

But you know that already, after that sparring match you two had.

[Fine fine fine.]

Yep, you've got to be tough to wield two Keyblades.

[This visit might not have been the best idea.

Who knows if he even heard the comment about poor Ahiru being sick, too.]

[Silently thanking the powers that be for Terra's cooperation, she moves to fluff up the flowers nervously after hearing a bit of incongruous babble --

-- ... Or ... Was it incongruous babble at all?

Turning around to face him -- he's ... not looking so good -- she's compelled to wonder whether Roxas mentioned the sparring match. Because she definitely didn't.

She's staring at Terra rather blatantly, but she tries to steer the conversation back into coherency. Aqua's not feeling too hot, sure, but ... it seems like her friend here is about to topple right over.]

It's always nice to have a friend around to keep you company. The two of you will probably get well around the same time, too. Terra.

[As she passes the foot of the bed where he sits, she lowers herself to make eye contact. Or ... attempt to, at least.]

Do you need anything?

[Like a doctor?]

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Oh yeah...that was a while ago.

[Long enough that he has to search his memory for the details...though maybe it's just the sickness making everything blurry.]

Guess we both learned something from it.

[But Terra must already know that, if Aqua mentioned it to him. Because Roxas definitely didn't.

He shifts his feet out of the way when Terra sits, though that's probably not necessary. There's some extra space at the end of the long bed.]

I hope we do. I'm tired of being here. And I'm tired of Jell-O.

[Terra lifts his head some, not quite meeting Aqua's eyes but certainly paying attention to her. Or, well, paying attention to the proximity of her face to his own. He leans forward slightly, toward her... and then glances back at Roxas, an eyebrow raised. Still, he makes a small gesture with his hand, a quick wave to answer Aqua's question and hopefully dismiss her concern. He's fine. What could he possibly need?]

Jell-O? [Gelatin? That way too sugary goo food?] Is that all they give you to eat?

[Because if so, that's criminal.]

Doctor, doctor, gimme the news

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terra's trippin balls 8(

he been stealing the good drugs

darkness drugs

the heavy stuff too apparently

I wish I could get that stuff from CVS

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