[ Having had a bit of a bad night previously, Elena is sitting on the couch in her Latimir apartment, trying to figure out the reason for her lack of sleep. Having recently been reacquainted with Nate she should by all means be more than overjoyed, but there seems to have been a flood of worried thoughts washing through her mind rather than being
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...yes. I'm fine.
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... are you well?
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...Yes. I'm just... Thinking too much.
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Do you suffer from migraines?
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I suppose so, sometimes.
Why... |
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Will you be alright though?
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...I'm fine Federico.
How... Are you?
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Or was she? Maybe she was more upset about the conversation they had the other day than she let on. Or there was something else she wasn't telling him. He was beginning to suspect the latter. He might even be acting far more grumpier and paranoid than usual, but he was unable to push these feelings aside for whatever reason.
Still he wanted to take care of her, keep her safe, but without any idea of where to start he did whatever small things he could. Drake was now approaching the couch she was on, that also doubled as his bed, holding out a glass of water for her.]
Here. Drink this.
And you should really be lying down.
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It could stand to reason that the water might be behind it all. She used it many times through the day for a wide variety of things; but if it were the water why only take effect now? Either way, she didn't want it and so didn't bother to reach out for the glass.
As for lying down, she didn't want that either. It wasn't a comfortable solution for the moment for whatever reason. She just didn't want to do it. ]
You drink it.
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[Now he just takes a seat beside her, the glass in one hand and his other hand gently rubbing her back.]
I don't suppose you have any sort of medicine lying around, huh? I didn't see any while looking...
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No, not really. [ It would all be old and expired anyway, and probably make her more sick. Or kill her. Again.
Who the hell would want that? ]
I'm not sick. I'm fine. [ Even though she isn't. Dropping her hands from her hair, she glances to him from the corner of her eyes. ]
You look like hell.
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...Do you know of anyone, Japan?
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It is for a friend?
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But Nate...
It bothers him.
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