She's just sitting on a bed, knees drawn up to her chest and forehead resting on them. Her left hand is encased in a cast that extends down towards her elbow.
Seriously, fuck everything. She can't talk her way out of this. )
[ Hello, excuse her sudden intrusion but she's going to be dashing as much as possible through the door and speeds up towards Jules. ]
Oh my God, Jules. [ Little panic-y voice, carefully grabbing her face, hands cupped under her chin to get a good look at her, wincing at that bruised lip. ] What happened? These two kids told me you were here so I came as soon as I could.
( She tries to smile a bit at Em, although the expression is... tired, and she hisses at the tug to her lip. ) Hey. ( Her arm that's cast-free rests at Em's waist, brushes over her belly. ) They're good kids. ( And after just a couple of seconds: ) You're okay, right? There weren't any problems getting here?
( Not putting off answering the question or ignoring her hand, no no. )
[ She doesn't ask who they are, doesn't care, doesn't even care about the fact that two kids knew about Jules and the fact that Emilia was close to her, she's just glad that she got there on time, that she was informed about Jules. ]
What happened? [ Very softly, and she's making that pained face that is so easy to read, a mix of worry, pain, and a please, please, please, don't lie to me. ]
[ Sven is walking through the corridors with his usual calmness. He does see Jack walking fast, but doesn't bother to move from his way. Something seems very off about him.
When they end up bumping against each other, Sven steadies him. ]
[ Why is she here? She shouldn't be here. But she is, so she's just going to wander around the corridors. She used to be a medic, a pediatrician. Now, she's... a pet.
But it's relaxing, she likes the faint scent of the hospital, the busy people, everything. Takes her back to better times. ]
[Sit down and wait. That's what the nurse tells Gideon. She hands him a thick slab of cotton pads to press against the hideous laceration across his left temple and gives strict instructions to keep applying pressure - but one hour later and the pad he holds to his forehead is already thick and soaked through with rapidly-browning blood and the nurse is nowhere to be seen.]
[Gideon is hardly one for panicking but now he can feel the sickening rise of fear in his chest. It isn't for his health, nor for the prospect of stitches and needles and glue that he supposes he might need, but because of the fact that whoever had attacked him in the first place and given him the headwound had stolen his precious journal. The idea of never finding his journal again was not something he allowed himself to entertain - not only were there ten years of pain-staking notes in that binder but it represented ten years of chronicling the painful experiences of hundreds of people. He can't just sit here and wait for a doctor - he needs to get patched up
( ... )
[ Often, the pets of monsters are not allowed to speak to others or avoid so, but Emily has never been one to comply to Stephanos' rules and behind his back, she breaks all of his obsessive rules about being with other people. So when Gideon approaches him with a bloody pad and a deep gash on his head, she looks at him as if she's analysing him. The blood hardly bothers her - she has seen so, so much worse - and she crosses her arms. ]
I don't work here. But I can help you stitch that up.
[Gideon's expression breaks out in relief; he looks like he could cry he's that grateful.] Oh, thank you, thank you so much...
[he pivots away quickly, searching with desperate eyes for an empty cubicle that they might be able to use. He talks as he looks:] I'm so sorry to disturb you, by the way. I promise I won't take up much of your time - I'll pay you if you like... [he glances aside at her, to gauge her reaction]
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Oh, I mean.
.... Woof. )
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She's just sitting on a bed, knees drawn up to her chest and forehead resting on them. Her left hand is encased in a cast that extends down towards her elbow.
Seriously, fuck everything. She can't talk her way out of this. )
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Oh my God, Jules. [ Little panic-y voice, carefully grabbing her face, hands cupped under her chin to get a good look at her, wincing at that bruised lip. ] What happened? These two kids told me you were here so I came as soon as I could.
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( Not putting off answering the question or ignoring her hand, no no. )
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[ She doesn't ask who they are, doesn't care, doesn't even care about the fact that two kids knew about Jules and the fact that Emilia was close to her, she's just glad that she got there on time, that she was informed about Jules. ]
What happened? [ Very softly, and she's making that pained face that is so easy to read, a mix of worry, pain, and a please, please, please, don't lie to me. ]
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YEAH AT TWENTY EIGHT, WHAT
/eats ice cream )
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Staring at his ice-cream. ]
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hugging his ice cream to his chest possessively. )
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She tilts her head curiously. ] What's that?
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When they end up bumping against each other, Sven steadies him. ]
Hey, hey. Careful there.
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[Excuse me let me get back on my way. To himself:] How the Hell do you get out of this damned place--
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I've been trying to figure that one out myself, but I cannot find one of these that says exit.
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But it's relaxing, she likes the faint scent of the hospital, the busy people, everything. Takes her back to better times. ]
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[Gideon is hardly one for panicking but now he can feel the sickening rise of fear in his chest. It isn't for his health, nor for the prospect of stitches and needles and glue that he supposes he might need, but because of the fact that whoever had attacked him in the first place and given him the headwound had stolen his precious journal. The idea of never finding his journal again was not something he allowed himself to entertain - not only were there ten years of pain-staking notes in that binder but it represented ten years of chronicling the painful experiences of hundreds of people. He can't just sit here and wait for a doctor - he needs to get patched up ( ... )
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I don't work here. But I can help you stitch that up.
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[he pivots away quickly, searching with desperate eyes for an empty cubicle that they might be able to use. He talks as he looks:] I'm so sorry to disturb you, by the way. I promise I won't take up much of your time - I'll pay you if you like... [he glances aside at her, to gauge her reaction]
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