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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy and Hannibal spent a fair amount of time working on Sunshine yesterday, and she is currently resting in one of the beds.

She could probably do with some gentle company.

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Re: Sunshine awake / Autor

[herr_bookman]

"That is so rare for you, isn't it," he says, just as sage, and quite possibly just as theatrical. "Very well, I'll let you have it this time, pried from the cockles of my black little heart. Are there any other ways I can light your path or are you set for today?"

Re: Sunshine awake / Autor

[sunbaked_baker]

"Your black little cockle-y heart could light my path in more metaphorical ways," she suggests, wry. "I'm... kind of out of reading materials."

Sunshine doesn't often get the opportunity to just lie about and read... the problems come when she finishes what's readily available. And there are few people whose tastes in literature she trusts.

Re: Sunshine awake / Autor

[herr_bookman]

And now the boy feels inexplicably nervous. He could offer her Aerin Firehair, but she's probably read that a million times before. She's mentioned gormless Other fiction, but he's not sure what that means. And he has no idea what sorts of vegetarian magazines she'd like to scan through.

He has her canon locked away in his sylladex of course, but that will never, ever see the light of day--bottled or otherwise--if he's still breathing.

"Um," he says, as the phrase out of your league tickles his ear, "well, I've recommended Mademoiselle de Maupin by Pierre Jules Théophile Gautier to Oswin before. The titular lady is an opera star who cross-dresses, has unparalleled skills with the sword, and sets fire to a convent because she loves one of the nuns. True story."

He taps his chin. "There's also Six Thousand Years of Bread: Its Holy and Unholy History, which you might find funny."

Re: Sunshine awake / Autor

[sunbaked_baker]

Sunshine grins. "Both of those sound fantastic, actually. I'd like to see what they mean by bread's unholy history."

Because of course that'd be more interesting than the holy side of its history.

Re: Sunshine awake / Autor

[herr_bookman]

"Maybe they made it with unholy water," Autor smirks, "which is really just regular water that hasn't had the hell boiled out of it."

Re: Sunshine awake / Autor

[sunbaked_baker]

It's a terribly lame joke - utterly lame! - but she wasn't expecting it. And that's why the delighted laughter bursts forth before she can stop it.

But the laugh doesn't last long, as Rae suddenly curls both bandaged arms across her abdomen, curling in on herself as the laughter turns to rough, violent coughs, her face paling.

Re: Sunshine awake / Autor

[herr_bookman]

"Rae!" the boy cries, floundering for a moment. He reaches out to rub her torn shoulder, and pulls back; reaches out and back again, hands shaking.

Utterly useless, he draws his knuckles to his mouth and bites down, waiting for her seizing to subside.

Re: Sunshine awake / Autor

[sunbaked_baker]

Sunshine ends up mostly curled up on her left side, arms held tight against herself, skin clammy with sweat, her head down and breathing heavy, trying to get her heartrate back down to normal.

Re: Sunshine awake / Autor

[herr_bookman]

Autor's breath hitches twice. He eases up from his seat on the bed so as not to bounce her. Though he's reluctant to leave, he returns within moments with a wet, warm rag and a cup of water.

"Rae," he murmurs, holding the cloth near her cheek if she wants it, "will water help? Can you keep it down? I'm so sorry, Rae, I'm so sorry."

Re: Sunshine awake / Autor

[sunbaked_baker]

Her hand, when she does eventually reach for the cloth, shakes. Rae presses the cloth to her face, wiping her eyes and cheeks while trying to clear her throat without requiring extra effort from her ribcage.

"I'm..." she croaks, "I'm fine."

Re: Sunshine awake / Autor

[herr_bookman]

"Oh, would you be quiet!" the boy snaps. "How dare you say you're fine? Don't lie to me, you've got a concussion!"

Autor sets her cup down near a sun jar and paces, nails digging into his palms. "I know you have to do this sort of thing--that it's a part of your life you never asked for--but you can't say things are fine when they're so clearly not," he says, and his speech is pressured, disjointed, curved around a ball in his throat. "'Fine'. Of all the words to choose... It's just as bad as 'fell', and you know it."

He can't even see her anymore. Sunlight, refracting off of a hot film of tears, stings his eyes.

Re: Sunshine awake / Autor

[sunbaked_baker]

Sunshine breathes in the faint, laundry-fresh smell of the cloth, facing away from Autor. She focuses more on breathing slowly and keeping herself from coughing than on the boy's indignation. The entire right side of her torso hurts like she's on fire.

Rather than argue, rather than even acknowledge Autor's rant, Sunshine occupies herself in making her way back towards what, for now, must be considered 'fine' simply on the merit that things haven't become suddenly worse.

Re: Sunshine awake / Autor

[herr_bookman]

The sound of her breathing--measured, slow, and not too deep--steadies his own. Autor listens, and nearly bites through his lip.

The boy melts into a sun jar-free chair, turning his toes in. "Shit," he whispers, clutching the back of his neck and lowering his head. "You're not even up for an argument."

It's between what have I done and what I should have been that he chokes another apology out. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

Re: Sunshine awake / Autor

[sunbaked_baker]

By 'I'm fine,' Rae had only meant that she wasn't in any direct and immediate danger, that the coughing fit was past and wouldn't cause any lingering complications. Not to insinuate that the situation as a whole was anything other than thoroughly messed up.

She suspects he knows this, on some level. Even just turning back to face forward and sit normally is a trial, requiring gentle and carefully balanced coordination between what limbs she hasn't yet injured.

"You could hand me that water," she suggests.

Re: Sunshine awake / Autor

[herr_bookman]

And he does, somewhere, buried deep, drowned out by the fear vibrating painfully beneath his skin. But it's not an excuse, and he knows that, too.

The penitent boy lifts the water--holy or unholy, who can tell--gingerly, and places the cup in her hand without touching her skin. He releases it as soon as he's sure she's got a good grip.

Re: Sunshine awake / Autor

[sunbaked_baker]

Sunshine drinks slowly, and in silence. At least until she feels up to trying to clear her throat again. It takes a couple of tries.

Re: Sunshine awake / Autor

[herr_bookman]

Meanwhile, Autor ruminates on every step he took and every syllable he snapped. He stares at the quickly-fading half-moon marks on his palms.

"So, uh," he starts, turning his head away to keep the silence from cutting him directly. "Er. Hm."

Re: Sunshine awake / Autor

[sunbaked_baker]

Sunshine watches him through the light, watching the roiling shadows on his face. Despite it doing horrid things to her Dark Sight, the light helps, and she appreciates it. He thought of that, because he worries.

He yells, also, because he worries. He's not the only one who shows their love in that way.

"So, how have you been?" she asks, patiently, completely ignoring the last few minutes. "When, you know, you're not flooding the smartassery market or looking for fruit in a milkshake?"

Re: Sunshine awake / Autor

[herr_bookman]

It doesn't even occur to him to say 'fine'.

"Tired," he says eventually, folding his hands and dropping them in his lap. So tired. He'd given Oswin a kitten and finally spoken with Karkat and--ah, yes, of course.

"I'm making preparations to go to Lucas' world with him. I'm glad I got to see you before I leave--but too bad you were injured."

Re: Sunshine awake / Autor

[sunbaked_baker]

"Yes, too bad," she echoes, quietly.

"I hope everything goes smoothly in Lucas' world. He's going to... New Pork City, right?"

Re: Sunshine awake / Autor

[herr_bookman]

"As far as I know, yes," Autor says, stuffing his flare-up of nerves. Her echoing makes him wonder if he'd said the wrong thing, again. Probably.

And now he's not sure what to say. "Do you know when you'll be released from the infirmary?" he asks, squinting at the sun jar he toys with.

Re: Sunshine awake / Autor

[sunbaked_baker]

"I don't know," she replies, reaching out a hand to the nearest jar, feeling its warmth against her palm. "But I mean to ask Dr. Lecter, next time he's in. The sunlight spells help, but I'm still not completely okay with the idea of sleeping overnight in a public space."

Re: Sunshine awake / Autor

[herr_bookman]

Her mention of Dr. Lecter's name gives Autor the sudden, sharp image of the man skulking in the hallway, overhearing everything.

The boy nods, watching her hand as much as he's able through the sunbeams. "I don't blame you," he murmurs. "Everyone's 'invited' into the infirmary, right?"

Re: Sunshine awake / Autor

[sunbaked_baker]

"It's public, yeah," she nods. "It's not like someone's room, or someone's house. Anyone can enter freely, and I'd feel much better sleeping on the far side of my wards."

Re: Sunshine awake / Autor

[herr_bookman]

"Maybe, if I'm around, you can use my carpet to float on up to your room without jostling you," Autor murmurs, staring at his knees. "In any case, I hope you're out of here soon."

The boy swallows, curling his shoulders. "But do you mind if I read in the corner or something until one of us has to leave?" he asks. "I won't be offended if you say no! It's kind of a strange request and you need privacy and I likely don't even have the right to ask given that I... well, that I yelled at you. Earlier."