122. Circumstances

[corrinesbell]

[To think it was just a regular day.

Sheena stumbles her way around from the back of house 18. One arm is braced against the outside wall of the house, the other useless. It's a slow, staggering kind of walk. When she runs out of house, she manages to move just a few more feet, into the road, before crashing to the ground again. Mercifully, her journal comes loose from where she had carried it at her waist, and ends up open, pages face down.

It's just out of her reach; her fingertips brush against it but she can't turn it over. Maybe having it open is enough]

I-I...need help. ...Please.

[[ooc: Follows almost immediately after this log, meaning it's Thursday up in here. The log is unfinished so far but we wanted to avoid some insane backdating/the chance that LJ murders itself again. So!]]

Comments

[corrinesbell]

[Yes. But she doesn't want to admit to that. What she wants is for him to stop using up his energy on something that seems so futile right now.

So he will get no answer other than closed eyes again. She feels as though she doesn't know how to explain anything about anything]

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

[Yeah well, if he's healing then he's distracting himself. So more healing for you.]

[corrinesbell]

[after only a few minutes, there are tears falling even though her eyes are closed. It hurts less physically, sure. But she can still be a wreck, can't she?]

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

[Well yeah, she's allowed.]

Hey, it's okay now. I won't go do anything stupid.

[yet.]

[corrinesbell]

You will.

[that's not why she's crying. ...Well, it might be part of the problem.]

Y-You will if I tell you.

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

[Siiigh.]

I promise?

[corrinesbell]

[Still, she's quiet for a long time.]

...Mithos.

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

[SON OF A BITCH.]

Uh... huh.

[corrinesbell]

[Yuan, of all people, had a similar reaction.

Right about now Sheena feels like she could fall to pieces. It's almost instinctive for her to try and turn away, to curl into a ball of defeated ninja and not have to face him for a while.

When she tries it she actually screams. Briefly, barely, but it is one]

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

Hey, take it easy. No sense in hurting yourself any worse.

[corrinesbell]

[her head flops back down onto her pillow. She's pale and sweating already, from that]

S-Sorry. ...My...I'm not...thinking.

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

Don't worry about it. Just take it easy.

[corrinesbell]

[You know she can't help but pretend to be better than she is when people are watching.

She could use a hand to hold, or just some kind of contact somewhere.]

Are you...gonna stay long?

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

Of course.

[Here, have a hand.]

[corrinesbell]

[her unbroken arm is way less bandaged than the broken one (um, obviously) so it's totally strong enough to cling to his hand. Tight.]

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

[He'll give her a light squeeze in return. Good lord, he feels pretty useless here.]

[corrinesbell]

[Oh no, he's being useful. It's so much worse to be awake and alone. It's always rough for her when Zelos has to see her all weak and beat up like this, but he's one of the few she doesn't mind letting go of the act in front of.

After a few minutes of resting she opens her eyes again. She expected, from him, what happened with Yuan - a million questions about the situation and what the heck even happened]

Destroyed all my work in the garden, huh?

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

Heh. Not like that can't be fixed.

[And honestly, he figures asking a million questions will just piss him off. Right now she needs him, he'll figure everything else out later.]

[corrinesbell]

I'll fix it.

[under the pain and exhaustion is the usual determination not to fail again.

To a point, she'd be okay with questions. They would distract her, or sort everything out for her, somewhat.]

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

I can help, you know. I'm not too prissy to be digging in the dirt.

[corrinesbell]

Yeah you are. You'd wreck your hair.

[she appreciated that though. Look, she's smiling]

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

Heh. Wanna bet?

[And that makes him feel a million times better. At least he can still get a smile out of her.]

[corrinesbell]

Nope. No gald to bet.

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

Gald ain't the only thing you can bet, you know.

[corrinesbell]

What else d'you want me to bet?