For . . . whoever?

[nita_callahan]

The next day, Nita is . . .

. . . still asleep. On her stomach.

Her pillow is acquiring an impressive drool stain.

Hey, real life is not elegant.

[ooc: Warning for violence and sex in linked post.]

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[nowait_letme]

Knock, knock.

[nita_callahan]

Zzzz.

[nowait_letme]

Well, that was pointless.

Does he break in, or try again in fifteen minutes?

Coin flip.

Fifteen minutes it is.

[nita_callahan]

Fifteen minutes later . . .

"Nnnnwh?"

[nowait_letme]

"It's me, sweetheart. You in there or what?"

[nita_callahan]

Sweetheart.

Chainsaw.

"Think it's open."

She doesn't want to move, but she has to shift a little to make herself heard.

Owshitfuck her back.

[nowait_letme]

"Okay."

He tries the door, a little awkwardly considering the picnic basket in one hand.

(No ice this time. Painkillers instead.)

[nita_callahan]

It is, indeed, open.

There's a light on in the bathroom, spilling through the half-open door; the rest of the apartment's dark. Nita's vaguely visible as a lump on the bed.

The muffled swearing is a considerably easier way to locate her.

[nowait_letme]

"I brought you a bunch of stuff. Bar seems to think what you need right now is breakfast and painkillers. Can't say I disagree."

While he talks, he's shutting the door gently behind him and navigating the dimly lit apartment to sit by her bed-- or at least, given her tendency to fill all available space with books, crouch.

[nita_callahan]

He could sit on the books!

Or the bed.

"Painkillers. Yes. Thanks."

[nowait_letme]

"No problem."

After a moment's consideration, he does indeed sit on the bed.

And sets the picnic basket on his lap, and opens it up, and after some fumbling offers her two pills and a small cup of water.

[nita_callahan]

She rolls onto her side--

"nnn shit shit fuck"

--accepts the water and pills, swallows them down, and drops her head back onto the pillows.

"I hate being an invalid."

[nowait_letme]

He brushes her hair out of her face.

"Yeah, I know you do."

[nita_callahan]

She half-smiles up at him.

"You haven't known me long enough to see me really bedridden."

Beat.

"Well, I guess now you have."

[nowait_letme]

"Well, look at it this way, Cricket. You're only gonna be like this for a week or two at most, so it's all a matter of passing the time until then, right? There's gotta be lots of stuff you can do without moving around. I mean, you could read." Whimsically, "I could read to you."

[nita_callahan]

"If you read to me, I might croak of domestic adorableness."