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Date & Time: June 11th
Location: Initiative Hospital
Characters: Lavi, Hospital roomies (Collette & co) and visitors!
Summary: LAVI'S HARD LIFE as he turns back to his normal size at the worst possible time.
Warnings: naked butts.

[ The sound of something ripping is what pulls Lavi away from sleep, drifting back into the land of feverish semi-consciousness. At first he can't really discern whether the sound was something from his dreams or if it came from the room. It's only when he moves a hand to rub his eye that the realization starts dawning on him because his hand is big. The sound had come from him as his body suddenly got too big for the small child-sized hospital gown he'd been wearing.

There's a moment of dumbfounded staring at his own hand before he suddenly bolts upright, exclaiming with breathless excitement: ]

I'm back to normal!

[ And then it occurs to him . . .

Wait shit, he's back to normal and he's not wearing anything nor has anything to wear.

Kanda had said a week, but considering the circumstances he hadn't really kept an eye on the number of passing days. It was hard to when one was stuck in a hospital bed, not always entirely lucid and often losing track of time so he hadn't even thought of asking someone to bring him some clothes in case the effects of the potion finally wore off. It's too late now, but it's still something that needs to be remedied.

So he can only hope he didn't wake anyone else, however unlikely, as he makes a frantic grab for his tablet— and ends up toppling right out of bed with a loud thud. So much for not waking anyone. ]

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[ for direct reaction and the visitors who want catch him with his butt naked. ]

[ YU KANDA ~~TRICKED INTO COMING~~ TO THE RESCUE. ]

[ huzzah clothes acquired, uncover your eyes! for those who want to catch him with clothes on. possible cajoling for movie watching ahead. ]

[ This entire pandemic has been ridiculous; Kanda may not understand entirely what to expect out of the tattoo still adorning his skin, but it had prevented him from getting as sick as most. Cyclical waves of fever and flushed cheeks before he's fine again.

He knew Lavi wasn't as lucky, and there may have been a tinge of guilt somewhere when he got the text. They've all sustained injuries before, and walked away; Kanda on instinct assumed this would be no different.

But the text implied otherwise and with a scowl, he was grabbing an extra shirt and pants and heading briskly on his way.

He's traced along the hospital's halls with steady steps ( an opposite reaction to the held breath and subtly rising desperation ) and a refusal to really think on Lavi's statement from before. He was ill-equipped to deal with loss or even admitting the idea of it. So instead, he went back to irritation steeled behind a frown because that was so much easier.

Besides, there were things he wanted to ask that —

he hears something tumble right in the approaching room and he's quick to round his way through the door; and stare dumbly at the redhead on the floor. The one that wasn't wearing anything. ] Lavi?

[ A blink, as he actually has to think what to do first, a quick scraping glance, to see any visible injury more out of habit than anything else (concern). ] So it wore off. [ And with a scowl, he's approaching and nonchalantly dumping the clothes onto him. ~~cover that up lavi~~ ]

Edited 2013-06-14 01:25 (UTC)

( Collette had been fitfully dozing, coughing intermittenly when a thud snaps her toward awareness, muzzy as her concept of her surroundings might be. She knows on some gut level who's supposed to be there, but the jolt of adenaline through her system caused by the sound means she goes from sleeping propped up to scrambling to sit up, eyes looking around the room for thoes familiar faces and whatever caused the thud. )

Whatwasthat?

( Would be more coherent if slowed down, or asked with less sleep still in her voice. )

[ So maybe this hadn't been his brightest idea, but he'd been kind of pressed for time and for all he knew he might actually be dying (it sure felt like it) so really, it's not like he was lying entirely when he texted Kanda. Just exaggerating a little. If not the virus, then he's sure it would be boredom that will kill him and that just won't do.

After apologizing and explaining to Collette and texting Kanda, he'd occupied himself with the tablet as he waited for his ill-tempered friend to arrive. Luckily it's not long before he hears the sound of steady footsteps, familiar and unlike the hurrying steps of the nurses and doctors, and he knows Kanda's there. He folds the tablet up and he's leaning over to put it on the bedside table when he finds himself tumbling out of bed a second time. Apparently fever had decided to impair his sense of balance today. Lovely.

It makes it all the more awkward when he finds himself blinking back at Kanda for a brief moment and then there's a sheepish laugh, a laugh that turns into a horrible rattling cough, one that he doesn't have to fake, as he rights himself. He's exceedingly grateful for the clothes being dumped on him and he shows as much in the nod he gives in reply to the obvious statement.

It takes a few moments of steadying breaths before he can speak up, hoarsely. ]

D-draw the curtain . . . will ya? [ The entire room doesn't have to see him getting dressed. ]

[ There's a snap right on the tip of his tongue (isn't it always there), but words are bitten down as soon as the cough rattles; there's a deepening frown and a swear exhaled. That didn't sound good and he's actually worrying for the damned bastard as he waits for him to catch his breath. Own back stiff and his grip around Mugen ( 'course he brought it with him) harsh enough to pinch at his palm.

Then there's the request and that's easier to do than stand there all helpless-like so he turns. There's only a beat of trying to find the curtain before he's pulling it over. A few beats more and he's setting his sword against the wall, folding his arms and choosing to linger on the threshold between curtain and the rest of the room.

Welp. What should he say now? Hurry up, the standard reaction, didn't go voiced because for once, that actually didn't matter. He was angry but there was nothing to direct that at. How do you take care of sick people anyway?

Were you supposed to take care of them? If Lavi falls again, Kanda might make an effort to help him out there, but that's the extent of his knowledge, really. ] They fit?

[ It's actually a pointless question to ask, and he doesn't care how the clothes fit. But he's not fidgeting to leave, either, so Lavi's trap has been successful enough !]

[ As expected, his blunder doesn't go unnoticed. More fortunate is that his bed is the one closest to the wall and he fell to that side so he's mostly obscured from view. It's a small mercy. Very small mercy.

With one hand he's grabbing and tugging the sheet from his bed while he sticks the other up in the air, waving it, before his head and bare shoulders appear above the bed. Her question is mostly an incoherent jumble, but it's not too hard to guess what she's asking.

He somehow manages a sheepish smile. ]

Sorry, sorry, 't was just me!

[ Kanda's body language doesn't go entirely unnoticed even as Lavi starts occupying himself with the clothes and really, he might be feeling a little guilty already. Just a little. The worry is evident and normally that would be something to poke some fun at, but not this time. Lavi doesn't remark on it, partially because of that bit of guilt and because he may be a little touched too.

He knows how he sounds, the same kind of cough is regularly echoed around the room by his fellow patients, but it's something he's gotten used to and it's not as bad as it sounds, he thinks. The faint rattle is still there in his regular breathing, but he hasn't had to be hooked up to oxygen. Yet. So it could be much worse.

Instead of saying anything, he works on getting himself clothed. It's an unsteady progress, especially when he has to get up to wriggle into the pants, but he manages it without falling over (if only by the grace of the bed he can lean back against) and without too much stumbling around. Once he's decent he makes a mental note of where Mugen is, just in case, as he flops gracelessly onto the bed.

Kanda's not one for pointless questions so the fact that he's asking one makes the concern that more palpable. It brings a smile to Lavi's face, one he has to hold back to make it look more wan. ]

They do. Thanks, Yu. [ He scoots to the side a bit, creating a space on the bed for Kanda to sit before he pats the spot expectantly. ]

[ With the distances he creates between himself and others, some things were still inevitable and brought with them those frustrating notions of meaning and care, followed closely by a heavy dose of disgruntled confusion because interaction was hard and friendships even harder.

And friends? Since when?

There's no answer to that, and maybe that's fine as long as any trepidation is kept under a steely facade. He didn't know why he actually came here, with all his claims of passivity, but the fact that he did juxtaposed everything he'd otherwise gotten used to showing. That he was staying even more so.

Whatever. He wasn't going to analyze any of that; everything was basic, and didn't need reasons. Lavi asked him, and he came. That was that.

Kanda takes the time to shrug out of his jacket; a little bit too stuffy for the indoors like this, especially when he was planning on being here a while. There's a pause as he sets it aside, when he catches glimpse of the stigmata embedded into his forearms from the Innocence. He's scowling again, before his attention snaps back to Lavi calling him by his first name, and it's easy to add a glare to the already present scowl. ] Don't call me that.

[ Half an effort, but he's sidling over to the bed because he wasn't going to be standing all this time anyway. Tensely, he plants himself on the edge of it. ] You're not dying.

[ An observation, a question and something that oddly enough, sounds a lot like a threat, as he recalls the text. ]

[Miranda's on her way to the intensive care part of the hospital, ready to activate her Innocence and bring some relief to others while she can. She feels a bit faint, a little under the weather, but a little cold isn't something she can think about when there's people who need her help more.

She peeks into a random room, just a quick glance to check if they're all right--her Time Reverse should extend this far, but she should see if she can give them any small comfort just in case. She blinks in surprise at what she finds.]

--Lavi?

[ From the moment he'd laid eyes on Kanda in Exsilium he knew something was different and it wasn't just his clothing, something had changed. Something had happened in the future to make him more . . . complacent? It doesn't seem like the right word for it, but Lavi has trouble putting a finger on what exactly it might be. It made him mighty curious and it's a miracle he's refrained from asking too much so far.

It was little things before, little things that gradually became bigger things that he can't help but notice. Like now. It's not even the fact that he came. No, that doesn't surprise Lavi nearly as much as the fact that he's planning on staying. He can only watch in some wonder as Kanda shrugs off his jacket (the odd pause noted) and the entire thing becomes even more of a marvel because oops, caught already? Well, he's not exactly on his best game.

He makes eye contact to distract Kanda while he inconspicuously reaches out until his fingers find Kanda's nearest wrist and he's gently (because his grip is weak anyway) but quickly turning Kanda's arm as he speaks. ]

That's mean, Yu. I'm— [ He cuts himself off abruptly, whatever he was about to say goes promptly forgotten when he glances down, his eye widening at what he sees on Kanda's forearm. ]

You— [ He sucks in a breath too fast in his surprise and has to let go, turning his face away into the pillow as he's sent into a coughing fit.

Please hold while he hacks up a lung. ]

[ Being back to his normal size and getting to wear actual clothes instead of the hospital gown for the first time in days worked wonders for Lavi. Except not really, he's only been getting worse but at least it's perked him up a great deal. Despite the virus being at its worst yet for him, he's in a good mood.

Which is why he greets the familiar face at the door quite cheerfully even though his voice is hoarse and his throat feels raw from coughing. ]

Yo, Miranda!

[ drowsing in a chair pulled quietly to his bedside, worn thin from the day's work searching for sleeper agents, and fortunately opposite the line of fire (that is to say, his toppling)— when he does go over, she...

stirs... ]

Mm...

Ah! You're big again!

[Miranda beams, very pleased. At least something has turned out well for him. The sickness...well the sickness not so much, she supposes. She takes a few steps into the room so as not to block the door or hallway.]

How are you feeling? [Maybe since he's big, he'll be feeling better? Cured? She can only hope.]

[ Oh, double crap.

He can see the chair and that there's someone sitting in it from underneath the bed and a cautious peek over it once he's righted himself confirms as much. Lenalee. It's a pleasant surprise to find her by his bedside and normally it might have been cause for some fuzzy feelings, but in his current state of undress, the need to cover himself is more pressing.

He needs to— fetch a hospital gown that'll fit him or something. Except that requires getting up and right now . . . yeah, no. As quietly and carefully as he can, he tries to drag the sheets off of the bed, hoping that she's still asleep enough that the movement doesn't catch her attention. ]

Isn't it great?

[ He's practically beaming even though his cheeks flush with fever and he gestures for her to come closer, patting his bed as he has no idea where the visitor chair has gone off to. (With how crowded it was getting in the room, it tended to disappear or be occupied elsewhere.) ]

Ah, I'm— okay! [ Not his smoothest lie. ] How are you? You didn't get sick, did ya?

( Lacking the energy right then, she flops back, lifting a hand to wipe at the sleep in her eyes. Her breathing's been better, to the point that she's not needing to be on oxygen, even when resting. The cough suppressants are spaced out enough that she's not constantly floating on the by-product; it was a pleasant sort of failed focus that came along until it wore out of her system.

It was close to wearing out now. )

Oh. Okay.

( Only her brow furrows, and she opens her eyes wide, looking Lavi's way.

There's that hair, and the eyepatch, but the rest --

Collette pushes herself up to a seated position, eyes wide. )

Lavi?! What happened! You didn't -- ( she coughed twice, clearing her throat ) -- spontaneously hit puberty, did you?

[ Kanda would refuse to agree that there's been changes. Even when logically, there should be and there were. Even when he himself notes them little by little or when the present stirs old memories, or when it's those little things that remind him a bit of Alma. Annoying thing, that.

Though if asked on why he decided to stay, he'd simply say that he had nothing better to do.

He's squinting at the eye contact, but doesn't exactly jerk away at the contact. Though as his arm is being tugged at, he doesn't refrain from the beginnings of an aggravated hiss: ] What are you — Tch.

[ And that's dropped just as quickly as he spots the reaction, and makes the connection ( he'll question Lavi's surprise later ) and is about to pull his wrist back when it's being let go anyway and the coughing starts again.

There's an internal wince at that ( he dodged one hell of a bullet, didn't he? ), but he just huffs, straightens his back as he waits, sternly, for Lavi to regain himself. ] Oi. You idiot.

[ Which roughly translates to: be careful, stupid!. He's waiting with crossed arms, before steadily and a bit more quietly speaking: ] Why did you ask me here, anyway?

Yes! I'm so glad it wasn't permanent!

[Miranda's too polite to sit at his bedside--it would be rude, wouldn't it? And too forward of her. She's not sure how long she can stay anyway, what with the whole trying to help keep people from dying a bit longer bit, but she steps a bit closer, looking happy if a bit flushed.]

That's great to hear. You're getting plenty of rest this time, right? Head Nurse was so upset when she found your beds empty last time.

Edited 2013-06-17 03:26 (UTC)

[ While Collette flops back, Lavi takes the opportunity to fashion himself something of an awkward toga out of the sheets. With the initial rush of adrenaline dying down, the entire ordeal leaves him feeling even more exhausted and now that he's at least covered up somewhat, he deems it safe enough to haul himself back up on his bed where he seats himself with a sigh.

He considers maybe flagging down a nurse to get a new hospital gown before texting . . . Kanda is probably his best bet, being closer to Lavi's size than any of his other friends. Except he gets distracted from that thought by Collette's reaction.

He can only look confused as he raises an eyebrow in her direction. ]

What? No, I— Wait, didn't I tell ya? I'm not a [ cough ] kid. I just looked like one because our science division is full of nutjobs.

Me too.

[ There's some real honest relief in his voice there. If it hadn't worn off by itself . . . well, maybe they would have found someone to fix it, but it's still not a pleasant thought. He would have been sure to make the Science Division pay if he'd ever get the chance again.

He doesn't insist, too distracted by the mention of the Head Nurse, so he lets her stand there. He laughs sheepishly which turns out to be a bad move as he ends up in a coughing fit, but he quickly nods. Once it passes and he's caught his breath again, he elaborates. ]

Y-yeah, of course! [ Let's not speak of the movie watching and shenanigans he had with Collette. ]

[ Perhaps if his thoughts weren't rapidly getting occupied by what he's just seen, Lavi would have had a retort ready. An "aw, you do care" because translating Kanda speak comes easy to him, but as it is he's too distracted and also too busy getting his coughing back under control. At least it gives him a moment to try and collect his thoughts as well.

He knows what those stigmata mean.

And it scares him, the fact that Kanda's Innocence has gone crystal-type too. It raises the chances of his own Innocence doing the same. He'd heard the conversation between Klaud and Miranda on the network eluding to something having happened to him and Bookman, but he'd been too afraid to ask. It's a fear that only grows stronger when he considers the possibilities. Possibilities that seem more likely by the minute. Is his Innocence going to do the same? Had it in the future the others were from? For once, he's scared of knowing.

He doesn't want to leave.

He's not even home right now, but the thought (possible prospect) fills him with dread because it will still be waiting there for him back in their world. There's no point getting all heartbroken over it here and now, but he's exhausted and not exactly capable of keeping a lid on his emotions very well at the moment. He needs a distraction, anything to keep him from dwelling on things that couldn't be helped. He's Bookman Jr first, Exorcist second.

There's some wheezing when the coughing eventually stops and a slight tremble runs through his body before he finally goes still, the tenseness seeping out of his body as he relaxes with a muffled (by the pillow) groan. It takes some willpower to turn his head and look at Kanda again, eye trailing back to his arms. ]

Since when? [ Kanda's question goes ignored for now in favor of his own, his tone a pressing one with an undercurrent of distress he can't quite suppress. ]

[ Kanda isn't good at reading others; at seeing emotions or thoughts but he has just enough realization to note that something is off when the coughing subsides. The disregard for his own question, and something of that hint of desperation even he can hear.

It's making him cast his eyes to the two red marks. At least the dull throbbing had subsided in this place; meant he wasn't getting closer to being a fallen. Whatever that entailed in the first place.

What really unsettled was the sudden responsibility that flickered through his thoughts; he was one of the few that knew most of the going-ons, back home. Lavi was the one that was supposed to be the source of information and facts and current events, not him. But simultaneously, if anyone should be told anything, it would be Lavi. Which left him with a task a little too hard for his liking.

Stiffly, he feels the tremble through the mattress, notes the movement from his peripheral but doesn't actually look. Because he doesn't handle any emotion well, and just maybe because he's respecting Lavi's own struggle. Just a little bit of a maybe. ] A lot's happened since your time, Lavi.

[ It's a rare thing, for Kanda to sound solemn instead of the habitual irritation or annoyance, as he's answering without an actual answer. Inwardly, he's angry at himself because if only he didn't take that damned jacket off, the approaching (difficult) conversation may have been avoided. And it was hard to ignore the repetitive echoes of not now, not now that were enough to make his head spin with recollection.

He's eyeing the coat he's set near Mugen as he's hinging forward.

Why yes, he is considering ~~running~~ leaving right now. ( But he is also vaguely realizing that that would be exceptionally shallow in this situation, even for him. ) ]

[ That Kanda isn't looking makes it easier and Lavi can quietly appreciate that. It also makes the urge to laugh that much stronger at that reply and the uncharacteristically solemn tone (not because it's funny but because Lavi doesn't know how to react) and there's a sarcastic "obviously!" heavy in his mouth too. But both the remark and the incredulous laugh die in his sore throat before they can escape with a choked off noise.

The reluctance to speak about the current subject is so obvious in Kanda's body language and that, along with the previous solemness, makes Lavi more conflicted in turn. He wants to know and he doesn't want to know at the same time. Curiosity has been eating away at him for a while now, but fear holds him back from pursuing knowledge about the future even though it presents itself in the form of various persons he could simply ask and persuade.

It's his job to know. But he's been failing at that job anyway.

Kanda's not running, so Lavi will do it for him and he hates himself for doing so. He can't run from it forever, eventually he'll have to know, but not now. He just can't, he's too scared. So he takes the coward's way out. He takes a brief moment to take a deep, careful breath.

Inhale, exhale.

And then he shifts, rolling onto his back and lying as spread-eagled as he can with Kanda still there on the bed with him before changing the subject entirely back to Kanda's question (and strongly loathing himself the entire time.) His tone is strained but he forces it to be light-hearted. ]

It was your birthday last week, wasn't it? [ He always remembers numbers. ]

I'd treat ya to soba, but they won't let me leave yet. So I thought we should watch a movie instead.

[ Bookman would kill him. ]

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no as long as your kanda is so excellent i will never stop!!

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