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[paterelohim]

[Tile. Linoleum tile, to be precise, but the camera moves quickly to show a chair and then, finally, Chuck, looking almost grotesque: his face is streaked with blood and ash. He's in the hallway of Skye Medical Center, looking exhausted and utterly beat. A few long seconds pass wherein he seems to be gathering himself, trying to find words. How can

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[ninthserenade]

[For once, Demyx is at a complete loss for words and emotion. He wants to feel upset, but it just isn't coming to him. This is...

Light, this is so...

After a few moments of stunned silence, he reaches for his NV and clears his throat. When he speaks up, he's struggling to put concern into his voice.]

How--Wha... ...But she was doing okay the last time I saw her--

[paterelohim]

Well- uh. Pregnancies aren't supposed to look like that in the second trimester.

Everything happened too fast. It wasn't right.

[ninthserenade]

Truth be told, I didn't really know that. She's the first girl I knew who was pregnant 'n I still have a hard time getting through the first chapter in a science book.

...Would they let people visit after she's out of surgery? I--Or could you keep me updated? She's a good friend of mine 'n I'm worried 'bout her.

[At least he thinks he should be worried.]

[paterelohim]

Well, now you know. [No, that isn't stress cracking his voice. These aren't the droids you're looking for. :| ] It's supposed to be nine months, man. It's-

[Okay, breathe. Breathe.]

Uh. I don't know. I guess it depends on how she is. I'll update later when she gets out, though.

[ninthserenade]

Nine months... Wow. [The more you know. He's silent for a few seconds, allowing Chuck to calm himself down.]

...Thanks, dude.

[paterelohim]

No problem.

Uh... [Okay. Information. He should convey it. Right.]

We were at Purgatory, it hasn't been very long- Gabriel took us, no ambulance. It's a good friggin' thing. Um. Shit, I can't think of anything else.

Even if they don't let her have visitors, you can probably get flowers or whatever sent to her.

[ninthserenade]

Jeez...

[He pinches the bridge of his nose when he hears Purgatory. That's... Not good. But Gabriel and this guy were there, so that's a plus. They were there for her.]

I'll do that. I know someone who knows flowers, so I'll try and grab 'im to see if he knows what would be best. ...I'll send her somethin' else to go with it.

[paterelohim]

[He nods. Let's just talk about flowers. Talk about flowers, and pretend everything isn't as bad as it's ever been.]

She'd like that. She'll have a room when she gets out of surgery, so there'll be somewhere to send it all to.

[ninthserenade]

Heheh, yeah. I bet half of it'll be full of flowers 'n things she likes. I picked up a fish the other day too that she might really like. He's black with pink fins.

[He imagines any kind of distraction would be good at this point.]

I don't think I really got your name, either. I'm Demyx.

[paterelohim]

That sounds nice. If you bring it here in a bowl, Gabriel and I can feed it.

Oh. I'm Chuck. It's... well. We've met.

[It's not good. Not right now.]

[ninthserenade]

Will do with the flowers.

Man, I feel really dumb for saying this, but, uh... When'd we meet?

[paterelohim]

Oh. No, that's. That's not what I meant.

[Shaking his head.]

I'm sorry. I'm not very... good at this right now.