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[very_practical]

((A few hours after this log.))

[A panicked young girl's face appears on the comm.]

I-I... I'm sorry, but does anyone know how to sew? Or know where to buy stuffing for a toy?

P-please! It's urgent!

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[strawbeary_evil]

[Even after being freshly repaired, it takes Lotso a long time to stir from his unconscious state. His eyes blink open as sensations begin to trickle back, but everything still feels numb. It's shaky and tingling. He can barely feel the soft surface of her bed, with a pained grunt manages to sit up and look around.

He was back in Jane's room, thankfully..
With a nervous shudder he reached down at his side to find it was securely stitched back together- no mistakes were made, this time. It even felt like he'd been given new stuffing! ..Did she find him? What happened after he threw Chuckles away? ...did anyone find Chuckles..?
He carefully sits himself up, glancing around for the girl who had yet again saved his life...]

Jane..?

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[very_practical]

[Jane had felt horrible about leaving Mr. Lotso's side, but she had to get to a class. She sat in her classroom nervously glancing up at the clock for the entire hour, silently wishing time would move faster. When at last the class ended, she made a mad dash back to her dorm.

She was very out of breath as she entered the room. It was evening by then, so she switched on the light as she entered, illuminating the darkened room. When she looked up and saw the pink bear sitting up in her bed, his eyes now open, she let out a gasp, letting her school bag drop to the floor.]

Mr. Lotso!!

[She quickly ran to his side and knelt beside the bed.]

Are you all right?! Are you in any pain?!

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[strawbeary_evil]

Jane!

[He let out a sigh of relief, sitting up a little bit and working a faint smile to calm the poor girl down. He actually couldn't feel much, it was a sensitive numbness.]

I-I'm fine, really, y'all can settle down now.. Shoot, I'm awful glad ta see ya again.

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[very_practical]

[Hearing his gentle voice again gives her the largest feeling of relief she's felt in a long time. She takes one of his paws in her hands, gently stroking it.]

So am I. Thank goodness you're all right.

[She wipes away a small tear.]

...I was so worried.

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[strawbeary_evil]

[That action hits a strange chord in his metaphorical heart. He knows that she cares enough, but seeing her happy smile and thankful tears further cements this.]

...Well, I-I'm lucky I got someone like you watchin' ovah me.

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[very_practical]

I always shall, because you're my friend.

[She rises to sit herself onto the bed, careful so as not to cause him any more distress.]

You're stitching has been repaired, and it should hold much better now. We were also able to find more stuffing for you.

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[strawbeary_evil]

Tha'sa relief... I was afraid I was on my last legs..

[Carefully, he attempts to push himself up into a stand, but lightly falls back again.]

Oof-.. I ain't in any state ta be movin' just yet, though... Looks like I oughta take it easy..

[The numbness is a blessing and a curse, right now. His plush body is trying to get used to the new stuffing, so his sensation and mobility is cut-down. It'll come back relatively soon, but it's still a bit alarming to a toy whose been used to moving around rather naturally for his whole life.]

[action]

[very_practical]

[She lets out a little gasp when he falls back, instantly reaching out her arms to catch him.]

Oh dear!

[The worry returns to her face when he tells her that. In fact, she even begins to look guilty. She's convinced that the whole reason he's in this predicament is due to her mediocre stitching, which must have come undone on it's own.]

Y-yes, it seems that would be best. You just rest, Mr. Lotso.

[She wraps the covers around him, tucking him back in.]

You... s-stay there in my bed. I'll sleep here at the window tonight.

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[strawbeary_evil]

Oh, darlin', don't be silly. I ain't gonna take yer whole bed from ya, 'specially after everythin' ya've done fer me.

I can sleep up there, I wouldn't wanna make ya uncomfortable.

[action]

[very_practical]

[Oh, but she's already grabbing herself an extra pillow and blanket, and placing them on the hard, wooden window seat for herself.]

No, no. I won't hear of it, Mr. Lotso.
After all-- if I had only finished stitching up your side, and if I had only done it properly, then you wouldn't have... g-gotten so hurt.

[All of the was said very quickly, and with her face turned away from him in guilt. Afterward she grows silent, solemnly preparing her uncomfortable bed for the night.]

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[strawbeary_evil]

Hey, now... You done a fine job, really. S-somethin' musta managed to rip me up. C-can't say I remember what happened, exactly.. my memory's a little fuzzy about it.
It ain't your fault, Jane... Don't go blamin' yerself for this.

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[very_practical]

[She turns to him, alarmed.]

You... don't remember anything? Anything at all?

[Oh dear. On top of everything, could he possibly be going senile, Jane wonders? What would she do if that were the case? Would treatment even be possible for a toy?

That was the final straw. Jane decides right then and there that she was going to take full responsibility for whatever terrible trauma he had endured.]

Please. I absolutely insist you take my bed.
Your recovery is more important to me than my own comfort.

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[strawbeary_evil]

Not.. not 'sactly... Somethin' musta knocked me out.

Jane, don't be silly. 'Sides, there's plenty a room up on the bed for both'v us! You don't gotta sleep ovah there, really now.

[He frowns, sensing that she's acting this way as some form of self-punishment that she doesn't deserve. True, she had done a poor stitching job, but it wasn't her fault that he fell apart.]

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[very_practical]

[It takes a little while, but eventually she's convinced into sharing the bed, albeit reluctantly. But she certainly hasn't stopped feeling guilty however.

Utterly exhasted from her day of fretting, Jane honestly wants nothing more than to retire early for the night, so after going off to the bathroom to change into her pajamas, she returns and carfully crawls into bed beside the teddy bear, fearful that any harsh movement could hurt him. She's become so paranoid, she seems to see him more as a fragile china doll that could shatter at any given moment, rather than a stuffed animal.

She wraps the covers around them both with the same amount of care before shutting off the lamp beside her on her night stand.]

Goodnight Mr. Lotso. Please sleep well.
...and don't be afraid to wake me if you need anything. Or if you start to feel any pain.

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[strawbeary_evil]

[He sighs, wrapping his plush arms around hers and offering the best hug he can manage.]

I'll be fine, Jane.. Go on n' get some rest. Y'all 've done so much for me already.

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[very_practical]

[She returns the favor, pulling him in close and hugging him back in a protective manner.

In moments she's asleep, spending the night cuddling his plush body and breathing in the sweet scent of strawberries.]