ignorance is bliss [open]
Characters: Lucy/Selphie (xsmithereensx) and OPEN
Date/Time: Starting Mid-Afternoon October 28
Location: Private Room on Medic Island (someone was nice?)
Rating: TBD
Summary: Lucy's been asleep for the past day and a half and open for visitors at the discretion of the nurses or whoever is on shift and charged with her care on their rounds.
Notes: Feel free to ( Read more... )
Date/Time: Starting Mid-Afternoon October 28
Location: Private Room on Medic Island (someone was nice?)
Rating: TBD
Summary: Lucy's been asleep for the past day and a half and open for visitors at the discretion of the nurses or whoever is on shift and charged with her care on their rounds.
Notes: Feel free to ( Read more... )
Her lower lip jutted out as her arms folded across her chest. "Well..." she started slowly. "I'd like to see what you brought but I can seem to reach the tray! They won't let me do anything really... they said I should rest as much as possible."
Noone had asked her about the bookstore incident because nobody could be certain how Lucy would react. Maybe when the counsellor came to talk to her later like she'd been told but for now, it was easier for Lucy to block it out. Block out the blood and the screaming and everybody being scared or in a state of panic. Her hands squeezed a little tighter around her arms in reflex.
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"Well, if you're conscious and willingly taking fluids, I can take out the IV. It's just saline to keep you hydrated, really." He smiled. "...but you have to promise that you're going to eat and drink what you can, alright?"
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"So if I agree, you'll take this out?"
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It took a minute to cap the needles and dispose of them, and he sat back in place once he was done.
"There we go. You can't back out of our deal now, Lucy." He smirked a bit before uncovering the tray. Lunch was chicken noodle soup, chicken with mixed vegetables, and jello.
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The brunette pushed herself up into a sitting position as she reached for a spoon. Her eyes lit up with delight as she dipped the utensil into the steaming soup. She blew on it a bit before slurping it down. It was a bit salty but it didn't matter as it was arguably the tastiest thing she'd had recently. When she got to the chicken and mixed vegetables, Lucy was feeling pretty full as she laid the spoon down on the tray.
"Say Truth, can you do something for me," she asked quickly.
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He couldn't hear anyone, and he settled back into the chair, leaning his head back a bit. He could call it a short break.
"Sure, but only if I get a favor, too."
He still had some questions he needed to ask about.
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"Okay," she replied.
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He folded his hands together, leaning forward in the seat and resting his arms along the top of his legs. She was tired, sure, but something pushed in him to question her anyway. It wasn't a casual disregard for her well-being, but rather that same burning in him to know, to seek out the Truth at any cost.
"You said something about Fugue making the tree do things before. Were you there when it happened?"
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"Oh..." she mumbled.
It wasn't exactly the most memorable of experiences she'd had in the tree but carefully, Lucy detailed her couple days in the tree. The fight had started over the journals where she'd pressed Cross a bit too far for information. The girl had only wanted answers before a large streak of ink was put through the entry. Something was going on in the tree that day and it compelled Lucy to seek out someone who could give her answers.
Instead, she'd been attacked by the tree along with Cross and a few others. Fugue had staggered back against the tree and had said something that had made the tree mad. She'd tried to plead with him but her pleas weren't heard before her head had been smacked against a branch. Her hands had tightened into tiny, white-knuckled balls before she took a breath to calm herself and continued.
When it came to the death of the boy named Sky who had since disappeared, she hung her head in shame. She'd only found about that after she'd regained consciousness and a lot of details weren't given then either. It wasn't one of those things that she readily talked about because there was really only one person who still remembered what had happened.
It was probably best forgotten anyway.
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He'd listened to the story, nodding in bits, his hand on his chin and fingers tapping across his jaw in others. So. They had been talking in the journals. What about? ...and whatever it was, it had set Fugue off, as Justice had suspected.
Perhaps they were right about pooling information just in case.
"So he died...but he didn't come back. Lucy...do you know anyone who has been reborn? What happens to them?"
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"I don't know if he came back or not. Fugue would've known the answer but he doesn't remember. I don't really like him that much anyway."
The last sentence was said through a yawn as her eyes darted about sleepily for the stuffed toy she'd knocked off the bed earlier. Where was it? "There was a stuff dog here a moment ago... where'd it go? Maybe it came to life and ran away back to home where I wanna be right now."
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Ah, there, under the bed. He slid from the chair and stooped down low to fish the stuffed animal from under the bed. He handed it to her before settling back in his seat.
"You'll be able to go home soon enough, Luce, I promise. We just need to make sure you're completely stable before discharging you."
He took a breath. "How did Fugue forget what happened? Do you know if anyone around here has all of their memories?"
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"He died like everybody else dies... Nobody has."
She really didn't want to talk about this anymore. She glanced over at Truth for a second before diverting her gaze. He had been there. He knew what happened when you found out too much information about this place.
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"So you mean to say that Fugue has been reborn?"
Interesting. He tapped a finger on his chin. If Fugue was like the rest of them, but he could still make the tree do things...
...what did it mean?
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