I have gone to far in my lifelessness

[nurse_cchapel]

Who: Christine, OPEN
What: paperwork, open for interruption
When: any point during the day of the 8th
Where: the clinic, Christine's office
Warnings: PG, with severe potential for angst
Status: [in progress]

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[fleurdeamour]

Francis completely forgoes the watch - he's been coming over every day since he found out about this to check up on her, and try to give comfort to her. He walks right in and over to where she's sitting, holding back the mother hen instincts, and smiles.

"My dear; you are up today~ I'm glad to see it~"

[nurse_cchapel]

She's half asleep, but startles a bit at his voice, smiling up at him. Her face is pale, save for rosy cheeks, and her eyes are definitely lacking in sparkle and warmth, but there's a smile, nevertheless.

"I'm starting to think I've almost got it beat," Christine says. "How are you?"

[fleurdeamour]

...oh...oh, Christine...the virus was eating away her radiance, and it took every ounce of will he had not to let that smile fall from his lips. He walked up and hugged her.

"I'm doing very well, belle. Anozzer couple of my family members showed up~ Seychelles and Scotland~"

[nurse_cchapel]

Oh, hugs are swell. Wrapping her arms around him, she lets her head rest on Francis' chest. "That's wonderful." And the truth of that almost colours her voice. She is happy for him, to have family, even people from his own universe here. Of course, that reminds her of the sting of Janice leaving, which dims things a bit, but she's always been good at empathetic happiness. "I hope I get to meet them at some point. Seychelles is... an archipelago in the Indian Ocean, right?"

[fleurdeamour]

He nods, petting her hair. He can't help it. "She's a bright young woman; you'd adore her."

[nurse_cchapel]

"I've no doubt," Christine says quietly, only relaxing more against him for the pats. There's a very good possibilty she'll fall asleep if he doesn't keep her alert. "What about Scotland? What's he or she like?"

[fleurdeamour]

He chuckles and pulls back to face her. "He's...very much like Angleterre~ At least in ze brashness department. Very explosive on ze outside, but at his core he means well. It is best to ignore anyzing you find rude about him, and you will get along. I don't know if you would like him or not, zough."

[nurse_cchapel]

With him looking at her, she visibly sits up a bit straighter, trying to wake herself up enough for conversation. "He sounds like an interesting character, if nothing else. Though... are they brothers? Scotland and England? I'm curious."

[fleurdeamour]

"Oui~ Scotland, England, Wales... Ah - and when we say England, we mean ze United Kingdom."

He leaned against the counter, watching her. The conversation was really just another distractor; if she started to fall asleep, he'd carry her away and be a good little body pillow for her.

[nurse_cchapel]

"Ah, yes. Nearly forgot Wales," she said absently, nodding.

[fleurdeamour]

"...cherie...are you certain you shouldn't be resting now?"

[nurse_cchapel]

"It's not like I'm doing anything particularly strenuous, Francis."

[fleurdeamour]

"I know..."

He knelt and hugged around her waist, snuggling her like a good puppy. "I'm just worrying too much; pay no attention to me~" And then he thought about that. "...well, no, pay attention, just not to ze worry~"

[nurse_cchapel]

Patting him on the back, she started to laugh, but it was quickly lost to a cough, which she raised her arm to cover and muffle. And she'd been doing well, relatively speaking.

[fleurdeamour]

He nuzzled against her, reached back and held the hand that was on his back, and was quiet.

[nurse_cchapel]

She gave his hand a squeeze and once she'd caught her breath, rested her forehead against his shoulder. "What do you figure happens to people who die here, anyway? When you leave, you get to go home, like you'd never left. But what if you don't get to leave?"