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[guppy_sandhu]

Will sleeps for the next day, the deep sleep of the exhausted with few sounds coming from him with only his red hair visible above the blanket. On a chair beside the bed, in a not terribly neat heap lay a sword, boots and jerkin as Will occasionally stirs in his sleep at unknown sounds.

[ooc: Visiting post for Will Scarlett]

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[were-needed.livejournal.com]

Steed found this room by mistake.

He was just turning to leave when he sees Will. Not looking too great either. He approaches, trying to see if the man is asleep.

[will_scarlett]

Will's body has almost caught up with all the missed sleep, which means it can now pay attention to all the soreness from fighting and having an arrow in his arm, as he turns over he groans because he landed on the not quite healed injury on his arm.

Then he works on readjusting and not getting cold, Will knew there was a reason he took off his shirt, but he's forgotten and now he's cold. As he wrestles with the blanket, John can meet all of Will's scars, from whippings on his back and lots of other little ones from fights.

[were-needed.livejournal.com]

Steed hesitates, then approaches, putting a gentle but firm hand on the man's shoulder.

"You're dreaming Mr Scarlett." he says in a calm, clear voice.

[will_scarlett]

John's got that good voice of authority that bypasses Will's sleep and hits the peasant full in the face, as Will turns over and looks at John, awake and sore, "Where am I, twas in Sherwood last?"

[were-needed.livejournal.com]

"Milliways. In some sort of hospital room." Steed says, sitting next to him.

"I say, you look jolly sore. Are you all right?"

[visible_sariel]

There's a curly head of hair leaning just round the infirmary door.

The curls disappear after a second, but in the next breath they're back again, followed swiftly by the rest of the person they belong to. sariel's tip-toing across the floor, seemingly quite hesitant to wake Will. One step, two. Clunkity-clatter--whoops! That's the sound of one booted foot connecting with the leg of that nearby chair. "Bugger... Sorry..."

Seems her attempt at being quiet's just failed.

[will_scarlett]

The clatter wakes Will up and he looks around in confusion and a slight curse since everything's just sore.

He's still in bed and Sariel can meet all of Will's scars that are visible since his shirt's over on the chair, the healing one from the arrow on one arm, lines from whippings on his back and other small ones as he finally spots her, "Good day, are ye well, milady?"

[visible_sariel]

and Sariel? Winces at sight of those scars. There's a flinch, not quite *away* as reflexes war with realization, forward and back. She doesn't say anything on the subject, however--she has her own set of hidden scars, never mind what the Enterprise's technology can normally do. "Me? I'm fine. I was more worried about you and I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. Darn clumsy feet sometimes."

She does, somewhere between the apology and the answer, reach forward and attempt to untangle a twist in that blanket--being cold is highly unpleasant, you know.

[will_scarlett]

"Nay, tis fine, tis odd dinna 'member comin' in 'ere or e'en the Bar twas Sherwood then thought I'd walked into a Faerie gate, goin' from a nightmare to a dream,"

Will's still waking up and talking a bit more to himself than Sariel, the past few days have been full and hard, as he pulls at the blanket and rubs his wrist, where another white scar like a bracelet is around each wrist.

[visible_sariel]

Sariel's gaze doesn't stray to that bracelet scar as she steps a single pace back. It's flickered downward, landing somewhere in the vicinity of her right calf, skin hidden beneath uniform fabric. She gets it. "I know that feeling, I think." Even though in her case the Enterprise was the pleasant half of what she suspected to be dreams. "You're doing better, though?"

[honest-fish.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Sorry for delay dear, I was caught up in drama to the Nth degree]

Abe had entered the Bar this day still dripping from his own recovery tank. The damage itself, evident in their last encounter, was fading, but he was a tender fish...and a few hours a day in highly oxygenated and protein pumped water was good for him. That meant he was rather shirt less, and aqua-lung less when a rat delivered him a note.

Not that he truly believed he was counted amongst Will's friends, but it was courtesy to call!

So...there was a fishman by Will's bed, eying the charts.

[will_scarlett]

Will's been sleeping throughout the day and is still so exhausted that he's only partly aware when anyone enters as he tries to be comfortable with all his new aches. As he turns, Abe can see all of Will's scars as he tugs with the blanket, long, crisscrossing lines on his back and smaller ones across his body.

[honest-fish.livejournal.com]

Scars were not uncommon in his line of work. Most humans he had contact with were scarred at least minimally. Though, in comparison to Will? Only Hellboy and Abe perhaps stood even. At least Will didn't have to deal with scales coming back in with dots of different blues than normal?

He was a compassionate fishman though....he tucked the blanket back around Will's shoulders.

[will_scarlett]

The movement of the blanket stirs Will awake, he's spent so much time aware of the sounds around him and turns to look at who's helping him and jumps seeing Abe, falling back on his still healing arm,

"Bloody 'ell, ye surprised me, milord,"

Will says trying to not grimace too much at the pain and surprise of seeing Abe again.

[honest-fish.livejournal.com]

Abe was quick to reach out, as if to catch him, to help...but his bare, webbed hands hesitated a hair's breadth from Will. That was not the best idea perhaps.

So...he withdrew his hands, carefully curled to his sides, and nodded genially "I received a note upon my entry. I thought only to determine your state"

[kryptonkara.livejournal.com]

An out of costume Kara flits into the room - she saw the note, she came. Friends do that. Even friends who aren't exactly sure if they fall under that category at all, or if they're...not really in the other person's best interests.

Because here's the truth: if Will wasn't hurt? Kara would've been using today to tell him they weren't going to be spending much time together anymore. Even if she doesn't know about Steph's curious inability to keep secrets despite being a Batkid, this whole thing that's happening?

Still probably needs to stop.

But now - she watches him sleep from her perch on the back of a chair and wonders what she's supposed to do now.

"Hey, Will," she murmurs, probably too quietly to wake him up, "Yeah, I've been thinking lately and...oh, yeah, whoa, you got fucked up by a fight. Well, still, I'm a heartless bitch and...yeah, fuck. I'm never going near another redheaded person in my life, I swear to Rao."

[will_scarlett]

Will stirs in his sleep, the exhaustion's finally seems to almost gone, but everything hurts as he tries to turn over and lands on his newly injured arm and groans waking himself up.

His first thought is why it hurts so he doesn't even see Kara as he checks the healing arm.

[kryptonkara.livejournal.com]

Kara observes him, carefully blank, and considers leaving right now.

But no. That's not going to happen.

"Hey," she calls, softly, "I'd ask how you'd been, but..."

[will_scarlett]

He hears her voice and turns in a motion that seems too slow, everything aches but he doesn't blush just looks at her with old and tired green eyes,

"Good day, tisn't too bad, 'ad worse,"

Will lies as he tries to look better than he feels as he thinks of how the siege was his fault since the Sheriff raised the bounty after he escaped.

[kryptonkara.livejournal.com]

"Liar," Kara tosses off casually, unfolding and gliding to the edge of the bed, where she sits.

She reaches out for his hand, because it's the right thing to do.

[queenofmay]

here was a rather familiar looking basket next to the chair on the floor, and was now luke-warm food on the small table next to the bed. Marian, herself, was sitting in the chair on the other side of the small bed table, reading a book of poetry quietly.

But more often she was watching him quietly over the book.

[will_scarlett]

Will starts to wake up, he's been sleeping throughout the day when the aches let him and is aware that there's someone there and looking bruised and sleep looks towards Marian.

The trip to Milliways still seems like a dream so when he first sees Marian, he doesn't even think about being here and just says firmly, "'e is safe, milady."

[queenofmay]

Marian had watched him stir into wakefulness, so when he turned and talked to her like Robin's men frequently did--full of no self-meaning, empty of anything save pride for the good they'd done for him--she reached out and soothed the hair on his forehead.

"Aye," she said softly. "And he always will be with such true loyalty at his side."

[will_scarlett]

"Tis me fault tis been so bad, Sheriff raised the bounty after I twas saved, milady,"

Will says quietly, rubbing his wrists and looking at her with old and tired green eyes, she needs to know the truth and she'll understand.

[queenofmay]

She kneeled by the bed, with a wisp smile playing on her lips for his concerned look. "Tis as much as each of you would do for each other, the cost is never the matter only the men."

....and the man, her mind whispered.