ignorance is bliss [open]

[lemonshine]

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

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[crownofsnow]

He couldn't think of the last time he'd been so worn at the edges. He had the feeling he'd been like this before, quiet and soft spoken without a trace of his real age. But the details as always were never there. Cross straightened his clothes as he walked down the hall checking on patients and faking being alright. What Scales had said seemed to resonate in his mind, his dream with the stateroom standing out starkly in the back of his head

[lemonshine]

Her head snapped up from staring at the band-aid on her hand to see Allen -- no Cross -- coming into the room. She was about to reply before she saw the look on his face. He looked weathered as Lucy shifted about in the bed, her legs crossing under the blankets as she sat up. She was getting tired again but she stifled the yawn that wanted to come out.

Lucy wanted Cross to stay, at least until she fell asleep.

"I've been better," she answered simply, her voice displaying how tired she still felt. There was no point in lying to Cross as he'd likely see right through it if she tried. "How about you? And no dodging like you do in the journal either."

[crownofsnow]

He must have looked bad, or tired. Cross wondered what his expression was that made her shut her mouth instead of speak at first. He picked up her chart from the end of the bed and smiled as well as he possibly could. "Do I look that bad?" It seemed easier to play a fool, and pretend he was okay. But he couldn't do it not right now. There was nothing left

I'm sorry but I think she's about to ping him again. >.>

[lemonshine]

Well he certainly wasn't willing to hold anything back as she sank back into the pillows behind her. He'd seen something bad but Lucy couldn't figure out what but she just knew that it hurt. She reached out to Cross with her arm that was closest to him because he needed somebody. After what had happened, they all needed somebody who was willing to care. It all flashed before her eyes quickly but she pushed it back, afraid it would threaten to consume her again. If that happened, she'd never be able to smile again

It's alright!

[crownofsnow]

He sighed, his tired expression growing fonder as she reached for his arm. Cross met her halfway his hand gently closing over hers. What a time to be missing one arm. He smiled in a strange way and shook his head. "Mmm, no I won't break from this." He'd keep walking without looking back at the feelings driving forward even faster than before. Some where out there were the answers to why the events had words torn at his heart. The loss of life alone and it's violent end...sent echoes through his heart of a grief nearly bottomless...and old