Post-Duel (for Valen, or Jess, and really anyone else)

[thornofcamorr]

Locke isn't bleeding nearly so much as he was anymore, but he's certainly not looking great. In fact, he looks almost as bad as he did when he first arrived, pale and fever-sweaty and generally unwell. He's alive, though, which is a hell of a lot more than he expected. When he comes around (eventually), he might even be glad of that

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[tomboy_22]

Well

[thornofcamorr]

The moment her foot crosses the threshold he jerks upright with a startled noise and promptly swears loudly, blanching and one hand going to his side. "Dammit," he says in a almost faint voice. "Why can't you people knock or something?"

Being half-dead doesn't mean he's not still skittish as anything. Perhaps even more so.

[tomboy_22]

"It's just me, pup," she says with her usual tone, but lower. "Didn't want to wake you. Clap for my stunning success."

She closes the distance, though. God. He looks like shit. Don't say that, Anita, don't say that.

"I'm sorry," she says instead, softly.

[thornofcamorr]

He flops back on the pillow, already tired again. "S'okay. Don't look at me like that. I'm not dead yet."

[tomboy_22]

"Because I haven't killed you yet," she grumbles. But she takes his hand. "How do you feel?"

[thornofcamorr]

Locke considers this.

"Like complete and utter shit. Mostly. Thanks." Then he grins. And just as quickly winces as his shoulder twitches.

[tomboy_22]

"That's pretty much what you look like, pup," she frowns. "We need to get you some painkillers."

[thornofcamorr]

"Painkillers would be as close to heaven as I'm likely to get," he says with half a grin. Marvellous things, those little pills. He learned all about them last time he was feeling this bad.

[thornofcamorr]

"Thanks," he says sincerely. Even if his face isn't drawn the way it has been, it's really only because Locke is very good at controlling his expression. And he doesn't want Anita to worry too much about something she can't really help.

[tomboy_22]

Oh, but she can. She knows where to get booze, and she's getting it.

She squeezes his hand gently, and bends over to kiss his forehead gently.

"You'd better not go anywhere, pup," she says quietly, gruffly, lightly, though - no need to dramatize something that is already very - we like the new word - maudlin. "Cuz I'll be sure to whoop your ass if you do."

[thornofcamorr]

Ahahahaha.

Meekly, Locke gives her a little sort of smile. "I don't think I could if I wanted to."

[tomboy_22]

"Alright. Won't be long. Try to, er," what can the poor guy do while she's gone, "rest, alright?"

She winks, still keeping the mood light, and almost leaves, before she adds, "I won't knock, I warn you."

And off she's gone.

T: She'll be back in the next post. I'm threading it with Spade as we speak.

[thornofcamorr]

He collapses back and as soon as he's sure she's gone, allows himself a little whimper, face contorting with pain. It's gone in a moment though - he's simply too tired to hold onto anything very long.

[tomboy_22]

She ran up the stairs but was a little delayed by a very scary Lucivar and a subsequently scared-shitless Phedre, and a very pissed off Jaenelle, but she did, actually, get back to running up the stairs within minutes. She's more somber than before, but she's not showing it - not to Locke, but she did share it somewhat with Spade, at least. There's only so much the girl can bottle up.

Spade's outside, actually - she asked him to wait, and she's coming in with a bottle of aspirin. As warned she didn't knock, but she did call in. "It's me, Anita," she says softly. "Got some happy pills for ya."

And a massive amount of worry over everyone. MASSIVE. Yet, she smiles.

[thornofcamorr]

He gives her a grin. "Oh, glorious. I could use a whole bucket of happy pills."

And of course, just for Anita, there's an attempt at no trace of pain in his voice.