A Sudden Recognition Of Unexpected Consequences.

[mamadonna]

Characters: The Dolorosa and YOU!
Setting: Room 1-01; an ill-fated attempt in the hallway; the infirmary
Format: Choose a setting and go for it!
Summary: Dolorosa wakes up to find that nothing makes sense and everything hurts.
Warnings: Crushing sadness, endless fussing, we'll edit if she can't avoid discussing more on the former.

Room 1-01; morning
[ She awakens slowly, uncomfortably. Her head is pounding and her body aches. The room is too bright and the last thing her eyes want to do is focus on that light, her head turning instinctively away from the window. It was only when she registered that it was, in fact, a window that she found reason to be bothered. What new torture could this be, to try to force the sunlight upon them?

She jerks herself up onto an elbow, and every muscle in her body tells her this was a bad idea. t was only then that she realized that she wasn't alone. ]

Hallway; an hour or so later (locked to The Disciple)
[ If she's learned any one thing from the dizzying orientation of her new residence, it's that she needs to eat. She's not sure exactly what "oatmeal" is, but she hopes it goes easily. She isn't sure what she'd be capable of keeping down just now.

Nonetheless, she dragged herself along the hall, but her legs felt weak and her knees like they might explode, so she got little further than outside the door before she had to start leaning against the wall. She'd have to see how far she could get this way. ]

Infirmary; basically whenever you want?
[ She's uncomfortable being so served. The bed was relaxing, and the care much needed, but she can't help feeling unsettled by the entire situation. She'd much rather be up and about, doing what she can here for them. She's got a lot of gratitude to balance out, but her legs wouldn't be able to carry her if she tried to do anything about it.

It's a very frustrating scenario, she hates being such a burden, but she wouldn't want anyone to think she's grumpy, either. Not when they're doing so much for her. ]

Comments

[mamadonna]

[ The Condesce herself? She had known him to be a powerful psychic, but hadn't expected he'd receive such attention. Perhaps it was partly to make an example of them, to show what becomes of those who rise up in resistance to her. ]

Perhaps it is preferable that you remain so ignorant. You bear too much of a burden already, I wouldn't seek to compound it. [ And she cranes her neck to kiss his forehead, as though she wished it could heal what injury he'd suffered. ]

[2nd_dii2ciiple]

She'th HERE, you know. I... I've already had to kill her once, to protect SS, but I killed both of us at the thame time. And Dualthcar, too, he's killed me onthe already. I can't... I can't dithobey them. So I'm trying to jutht avoid them completely.

[mamadonna]

[ Both Her Condescension and Dualscar? Two out of three individuals she might've hoped never to encounter again. She sits in rueful silence for a moment in response to this, before finally saying: ]

That is perhaps the wisest course.

[2nd_dii2ciiple]

[Okay he should probably stop acting like a little wriggler any time now. Reluctantly he pulls away, though he doesn't go far - just sits on the side of the bed and cradles her hand gently in his, like she might break if he squeezes.] SS and I are moirailth now... I think partly so he can help me deal with all the highbloods. Di thays she doethn't mind. And he and I got lucky, we're in the thame respite block.

[mamadonna]

[ He may not be doing any hand squeezing, but she certainly will. She just needs something to hold onto with all of this, sometimes literally. ]

I'm elated to hear it! He is a peerless candidate for such an arrangement, and following such trauma you will be in need of such a soothing element. You continue now with my blessing.

[ Which isn't to say they wouldn't without, but still she beams to hear the good her little Signless is doing for him. ]

[2nd_dii2ciiple]

[He's perfectly happy to serve as her anchor, if she needs one. She can hang on all night and he won't budge. He does smile shyly at her.] Thank you, that meanth a lot. I'm glad you're here, even if it doeth mean you'll be subjected to the shenanigans that happen here. We've missed you.

[mamadonna]

[ Her smile is calmer, more confident. This has been the best day she's had in sweeps, what possible dangers could compete with that? ]

In comparison to the alternative, to face the same and worse without the three of you, I will happily accept such "shenanigans".