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exsiliumlogs2013-06-21 02:07 am
speakveryclearly) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-06-21 02:07 am
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Douse Yourself In Cheap Perfume
Date & Time: 6/14!!!
Location: Hospital room 612 (???)
Characters: Kanaya Maryam and "Haruka Takahashi"
Summary:
laying miserable in the hospital bed with fishpuns
why this why her
Why Us Ru
Why Us
Warnings: An essentially innocent interaction between two young women who are essentially nothing of the kind. .....probably.
Kanaya kept going back to the hospital. Except that it wasn't the hospital. That took getting used to. Maintaining the proper cognitive dissonance (when she didn't want to go back to the hospital) was hard (she could never go back to the hospital), especially when she was working in the hospital (on Earth, when nobody (who got terminated) was ever safe in the hospital). It was a good thing she didn't have to sleep. Because then she could work longer shifts and she didn't have awful nightmares. Like she did when... She didn't even have to waste time remembering things like that, let alone sleeping. It was a good thing she didn't have to sleep.
With her mental state rapidly deteriorating, her thoughts flitted more and more and more often to her friend Haruka, like flutterbugs with severe brain damage incapable of grasping such basic notions as friendship being a two-way street oh god dammit not again. Regardless of how unlikely her regard was to be returned, she was genuinely worried about Haruka's health in this crisis; they'd discussed her physical state deteriorating early on, but she knew the girl was probably too stubborn to be hospitalized without being practically draggedor cursed at. With this motivation in mind she had given a letter, written neatly in jade green pen on stationary, to a transport living on the fourth floor, directed that it go to "Haruka Takahashi, she's a transport of Earth Japanese origins around my age, a little shorter and thinner, with brown hair like this and light brown, a light brown eye--" and no, she did not mean "eyes". That name was of course put onto the envelope so there would be no room for confusion.
So today it was June 14th, and once again Kanaya went into work (volunteering...? She wanted to be here) and lingered closer to room 612 than she should on her rounds to see if it had gained an occupant. On this date she paid particularly close attention to her tablet; it had dawned on her that by now Haruka might have gotten so ill (she was assuredly ill, the way clocks chime and Eridan developed grudges against people) she could have become unable to adequately walk here in the rain. Or even climb stairs. It was unlikely she would ask for help, or even arrive at all, but Kanaya was prepared all the same. She had gradually begun running out of anyone else important for whom to prepare, anyway, so she had time.
Location: Hospital room 612 (???)
Characters: Kanaya Maryam and "Haruka Takahashi"
Summary:
laying miserable in the hospital bed with fishpuns
why this why her
Why Us Ru
Why Us
Warnings: An essentially innocent interaction between two young women who are essentially nothing of the kind. .....probably.
Kanaya kept going back to the hospital. Except that it wasn't the hospital. That took getting used to. Maintaining the proper cognitive dissonance (when she didn't want to go back to the hospital) was hard (she could never go back to the hospital), especially when she was working in the hospital (on Earth, when nobody (who got terminated) was ever safe in the hospital). It was a good thing she didn't have to sleep. Because then she could work longer shifts and she didn't have awful nightmares. Like she did when... She didn't even have to waste time remembering things like that, let alone sleeping. It was a good thing she didn't have to sleep.
With her mental state rapidly deteriorating, her thoughts flitted more and more and more often to her friend Haruka, like flutterbugs with severe brain damage incapable of grasping such basic notions as friendship being a two-way street oh god dammit not again. Regardless of how unlikely her regard was to be returned, she was genuinely worried about Haruka's health in this crisis; they'd discussed her physical state deteriorating early on, but she knew the girl was probably too stubborn to be hospitalized without being practically dragged
So today it was June 14th, and once again Kanaya went into work (volunteering...? She wanted to be here) and lingered closer to room 612 than she should on her rounds to see if it had gained an occupant. On this date she paid particularly close attention to her tablet; it had dawned on her that by now Haruka might have gotten so ill (she was assuredly ill, the way clocks chime and Eridan developed grudges against people) she could have become unable to adequately walk here in the rain. Or even climb stairs. It was unlikely she would ask for help, or even arrive at all, but Kanaya was prepared all the same. She had gradually begun running out of anyone else important for whom to prepare, anyway, so she had time.