beside the green green grass [closed backlog]

[verdoyant]

Characters: May & Brendan
Date/Time: Four years prior to RTV; late fall. May and Brendan are around the age of 15.
Location: Brendan's house, Littleroot Town.
Warnings: ;__;
Summary/Notes: Unfortunately, the trip was abruptly canceled when he lost control of his Salamence, and he instead spent two weeks locked in his room with his head covered in

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[brengay]

It took a moment for Brendan to acknowledge her--his gaze originally turned out the window near his bed to watch the sunset with tired, dull eyes. Upon May's entrance, however, he turned his head slightly, then fully when she spoke to him.

"Hey, May," he said, voice practically a sigh. He had a neutral look on his face; eyes lidded slightly, mouth drawn into a subtle frown. Bags exsisted beneath his eyes despite the amount of sleep he'd acquired over the past week he'd been in confined to his bed. And that was because he really wasn't sleeping. Not well. Not fitfully. He needed half the medication he'd been popping just to force himself to sleep, and even then he seemed to find no comfort or relief in it.

He turned his eyes back toward the open window again, not bothering to answer his playful question. He hadn't been up to jokes all week, and though on some level he realized how rude he was being to May--to his very best friend and once-rival and the most amazing girl he'd ever met--it didn't seem to really reach him, because he made no move to apologize or look at her again, even though he knew she was going way out of her way for him. His mind was just too preoccupied by other things, it seemed.

[verdoyant]

The lackluster response wasn't a surprise to May, but her smile faded just slightly, and she stood again to busy herself with organizing the items in her bag on the night stand.

"Did you sleep well? Oh, I'm glad your mother thought to keep your windows open, or it'd be much too muggy in here, wouldn't it?" She didn't really expect an answer to her questions, but the silence would have been too overbearing otherwise. Setting her now-empty bag down, she turned back to Brendan and held her arms out, as an offer for help if he needed it. "Would you mind sitting up? Just so I can start changing your bandages."

[brengay]

Brendan did as requested, and propped himself up until he was sitting normally, though he leaned a bit against the pillows at his back.

"You don't have to do this, you know," he eventually said, voice slightly hushed and voice a little raspy from obvious lack of use over the course of the week. He eyed May briefly, as if in a silent apology for his terrible company, or maybe just to make sure she heard him, before glancing back out the window.

"Go out of your way to get me supplies and come see me, I mean."

[verdoyant]

With care, May unclasped the bandage and slowly began pulling it off, especially mindful of the great scar above his temple, which was still on the way to healing.

She responded softly, but sincerely, eyes trained on her work. "You're my best friend, Brendan; I don't ever have to do anything. I'm helping you because I want to, if you don't mind it." She removed the used bandage and discarded it. "Honestly, looking at you..." She dabbed lightly at the cut with an antiseptic solution, and glanced back at his face with another small smile. "A part of me almost feels like I'm the one in pain, you know?"