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122. Circumstances

[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!]]

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[it's another short while before she even thinks about looking around the room. The last thing she remembers with any clarity is touching the journal and trying to call for help.

But she can determine after a few minutes that this must be the clinic. And someone is here with her. She's squinting to even try to guess who it is, though, trying to make the blur in her vision turn into something solid]

[Considering she's staring straight at him, he can only assume she knows he's sitting there.]

I see you're finally awake.

[her eyes unconsciously search the room again while she tries to remember just who that voice belongs to. When she answers, it's very strained and quiet]

Yuan?

Yes. [He leans forward in his chair to watch Sheena more closely. She really is a mess. Who caused such injuries? The chances that it was the Malnosso are very slim.]

Would you care to explain what happened?

[Especially since she talked to him not that long ago. There really wasn't enough time for her to be kidnapped - they aren't known for daytrips, or even weekend staycations.

When he asks what happened she is trying her hardest not to attempt curling into as small of a ball as she can manage. As though that would make everything hurt less.

He's not going to be happy with this answer, either.]

I w-was...attacked.

[she's not even thinking about how embarrassing it is to be taken by surprise like that]

By whom? [It's not a question, so much as a demand. As complicated as his relationship with Sheena may be, he's actually a little protective of her. He knows it's not his place- that she has much closer companions to watch over her, but Yuan wouldn't be Yuan if he could actually stop himself from caring about people over time.]

[she closes her eyes so she doesn't have to be looking at him when she answers.]

Mithos.

[The silence that follows is almost deafening. One of Yuan's hands clenches into a fist, while the other clutches his journal more tightly. Even now that he's got his precious Martel, Mithos is still causing trouble. When he finally speaks up, it's a low growl.]

... Why?

I-I...I don't know. I think... [she's having to stop, hold her breath a little, and then continue, the hand that can do so making a fist on top of her blanket]

I think I was there.

[That's it? That's the reason he injured Sheena so badly she ended up in the clinic? Just because she was there?] That little bastard! He really is just a petulant child.

[for as awful as she feels, she can't help but look at him while he gets all bothered. Yuan, she really didn't know you cared so much.]

He...about Martel...

[It's not just that he attacked Sheena- It's that even after he got his way, even after he got to be reunited with Martel, he's still as hostile as before. No, perhaps it's because of Martel that he's even more hostile. At this rate, he'll attack anyone who dares to get close to his precious sister.]

This has to stop.

[she totally misinterprets his reason for saying that. But she is still predisposed to think of herself as a failure.]

...I tried.

... [He can't blame Sheena for failing to fight Mithos off. Even without his Cruxis Crystal, the guy's an experienced swordsman with additional magic skills.]

Would you like a medicinal gel? [He still has a few of those, just in case.]

[she really wants to answer out loud.

But she can't.

Just a tense nod will have to do. It's awful to be like this in front of Yuan of all people.]

[If anyone knows the amount of damage Mithos can cause, it's Yuan.

That nod is good enough for him. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small pouch. He's actually gotten started on trying to contact Nala, but until he actually succeeds in using healing magic, he'll just keep on carrying gels wherever he goes. ... In fact, he'll probably keep carrying gels, regardless of healing magic. Have two lemon gels, Sheena.]

[the first one is tough to swallow. After a minute it starts to kick in, though, and it's much easier to take the second one. Her eyes look much clearer when she opens them to look at Yuan again]

Thanks.

Next time, you may not be so lucky. [After all, Mithos could've easily killed her with a finishing blow.]

I don't...want a next time.

Mithos won't listen to anyone, though. Not even... [He trails off. Not even Martel would be able to persuade him to stop these violent tendencies.]

She just-

[her breath catches and she starts coughing. It only lasts about half a minute, but it clearly took a lot of energy.]

Sh-she just...wanted to help.

She?

[He's not following you, Sheena.]

[another somewhat strained nod.]

Martel.

She was involved in this?

The...the other d-day...no, weeks ago...

[stop. Think. Breathe a little.]

She gave me...ideas. For planting.

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