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[brookesmart]

Brooke's ass hurts. When it comes to it, so do her arms, thighs and back, because pretty as he is, Yorick weighs an absolute ton

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[alas_yorick]

Yorick groans and turns, moves restlessly in his sleep. "Onem'reminutemom," he says into the pillow.

[brookesmart]

Brooke gapes, but soon she's startling upwards so quickly the bowl of cool water in her lap is overturned. It hits the floor with a clang and a splash, and Brooke steps right into the puddle to poke at his forehead.

"Yorick! Wake up!"

[alas_yorick]

Yorick feels something jabbing at his head and reacts, grabbing at the offender, eyes flashing open in a desperate attempt to be awake. "No!"

"...Brooke?" he exclaims, forgetting to loosen his grip as he becomes aware of his surroundings, taking in all the familiar sights and sounds of her hut.

[brookesmart]

Brooke stares down at him, prying his fingers away from her shirt one knuckle at a time.

"Yes, Brooke, now let go of me before I knock you into another coma."

[alas_yorick]

Yorick flops back, scrubbing at his eyes. His head feels like a lead weight, his limbs weak and tired.

"I feel like ass. What the fuck happened? I was in New York..."

[brookesmart]

"What happened is you fell asleep and didn't wake up for days," Brooke returns, but her fierce expressions softens some to see the misery in his.

"How are you feeling?"

[alas_yorick]

Yorick sits right back up at that.

"Asleep? Are you kidding? That was a dream? There's no way!" he exclaims in utter disbelief.

[brookesmart]

"I'm afraid so," says Brooke, planting her hands on his chest to push him bodily down again.

"And it wasn't just you. Half the island's been in a coma all weekend."

[alas_yorick]

Yorick goes, and tries to pull her down with him since she's being all sassy.

"I guess that'd explain why Nico and Kate and a bunch of other people were there too. It must have been some fucked up astral projection shared coma dream."

[brookesmart]

Brooke lets herself be pulled to sit on the edge of the bed, it's easier to boss him around from there anyway. "No one can say you don't have a way with words, Yorick," she says, forcing down the twinge of jealousy to hear that he'd been with others on the island, but not Priestly or her.

"What happened to you?"

[alas_yorick]

"I showed up in New York in the middle of a fucking Skrull invasion. I almost got decapitated and shot and crushed by a taxi. It was kind of amazing, but also kind of terrifying. And Iron Man was there, only not the one here," Yorick explains, keeping Brooke's hand in his. Just...because.

[brookesmart]

"Only you," Brooke sighs, trying not to smile for the fact that he'd enjoyed it. Honestly, Yorick's a bigger handful than a two year old. "Are you okay? You're not hurt, or smushed anywhere?"

[alas_yorick]

"Not here, no, everything feels pretty intact," Yorick says, patting his chest. "Mostly I just feel rank. I bet I smell, don't I?" He sniffs under his armpit. Yech.

"Was I here the whole time, then? I mean, in your hut?" he asks.

[brookesmart]

Brooke nods. "We watered you. Priestly's been beside himself." She strokes her fingers through his hair, unmindful that it's slightly greasy. "We both were."

[alas_yorick]

Yorick smiles that they didn't just dump him in the clinic or something. He likes knowing they kept him here.

"Thanks." He looks up at her, kind of feeling like a five year old sick in bed. "I'm glad I'm back. I mean...I'm not exactly cut out for Skrull invasions."

[brookesmart]

Brooke laughs and slips down beside him, laying her head against his chest. "What is that, anyway? It sounds like a giant crab monster."