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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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[We will say she does in order to cut down on trauma. D:]

[that's probably better for her. Sheena won't look as broken this way.

She will be half-asleep though.]

[Well, when she gets directed to Sheena's room, she will gently knock on the door, just in case.

...It takes her longer than it would. She brought you something. :(]

Edited 2011-04-18 07:00 (UTC)

[The knock is quiet, but still enough that she stirs and tries to focus on the door. The lights are dimmed in the room but not off, so at least she can sort of see what's around]

Someone there? [most people have just come right in, no matter what state she was in at the time.]

[She's too demure to just barge in.]

...It's Jennifer.

[oh boy. Hopefully she's not too freaked out]

It's open.

[Moment of truth. Jennifer takes the doorknob and swings it open, looking nervously inside. What is the damage.]

[Well, with the lights only at about 30% there's not much to see. But for the most part Sheena just looks pale and tired, with a few lingering bandages on her smaller cuts, and her right arm just wrapped - no longer splinted, since Raine did heal it - to help her take it easy with that for a few days.

And she manages a smile when Jennifer opens the door.]

I'm not that scary, am I?

[...Well. That's not as bad as Jennifer was preparing herself for. But still, it's Sheena hurt and the idea of someone doing this to her makes her eyes well up.

...There is also an uncomfortable, stabbing feeling right at her heart, and if Jennifer had the mind now to analyze it, she would have recognized it as anger.

Instead she just attempts a watery smile and walks to Sheena's bedside, setting down a bundle of roses.]

...No.

[It was much worse before. It's probably good she took the time to do other things before visiting.

On the little table next to Sheena's bed is a pitcher and glass of water. They seem to think she's doing well enough (and has enough visitors) to keep drinking it on her own. But it could also be a convenient vase, as long as Jennifer found another glass somewhere before she left. Either way, Sheena sees the flowers and gives another tired smile, nodding to the nearby chair]

I'm gonna be okay.

[Oh, Jennifer wouldn't dream of taking your water for her flowers. But she goes over and sets them on the table anyway, taking her time arranging the bouquet on the table so the petals won't be crushed until she can find a better place to put them. She's trying not to cry, you see, and focusing on the flowers gives her a distraction.]

...Of...of course.

You sound like you don't believe me.

[this is just gentle teasing. She'll do her best to be comforting if Jennifer starts to cry.]

[But that's not right, Sheena. You're the one that's hurt. Not her. If anything, Jennifer should be comforting you.]

...I-I believe you. You...you've always been so strong.

[...You know what, she can't do this. Listen to that voice tremble. Burying her face in her hands now.]

[aww. Poor thing. Sheena's worked out by now how to make the bed sit up, so she does, and pats the available space there on it, for Jennifer to sit down]

Sorry, I wasn't trying to upset you.

[She...sits, but it's more of a very delicate perch atop the sheets. She just shakes her head between her fingers and tries hard to swallow that lump in her throat]

...I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

Don't be. You didn't do anything to apologize for.

[Sheena carefully reaches for one of her wrists, so she can put Jennifer's hand down beside her and pat it - the best she can do at being comforting]

It's okay.

[And only for Sheena would Jennifer actually let herself be taken by the wrist- though there is a slight resistance out of instinct, yes.]

B-but you're hurt...and-

[Her voice breaks, and she pauses to wipe at the eyes with her free hand's sleeve.]

And I'm the one crying.

It's tough to see your friends get hurt too. ...I probably scared you before.

[she can't sit up any more really, but she will try try try in an attempt...at a hug. Hopefully Jennifer catches on]

[She is so unused to the gesture being offered to her. But...Jennifer seems to be one of those rare people that Luceti has actually had a positive impact on, and after a pause, Jennifer leans into her and...uncertainly puts her arms around Sheena. Delicately, as if she's holding a doll.]

[She gets a real hug back, at least from Sheena's left arm; the right one stays down where it is. It's not as strong as it ordinarily would be, but it should do the trick and send the message that even though she's weak, she's not going to break any time soon.

Jennifer will get a gentle pat on the back too]

See? Nothing to cry about.

[The affection calms her downs somewhat, and that hug may get a little tighter.]

...Okay.

[when Jennifer's hold tightens, Sheena's slackens in response. Now she's pretty much being held upright, spent of energy for the next little while.]

[Jennifer's arms tighten instinctively around her friend once Sheena's hold slacks. She may not be able to do much, but she can at least hold Sheena upright until she wishes otherwise.

What a pitiful prince she made, unable even to help her friends. The least she could do was offer some small form of comfort.]

[oh, she wishes to be lying down again. Things are spinning a little bit. But she will try to head in that direction anyway; when she is leaning back against her pillows again, she won't let go of Jennifer's hand]

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