19 - Bandido - backdated to evening 10th - Dictated / Action in clinic

[radiantwingedone]

[ It sounds like the journal dropped open as someone moved a bed, followed by someone settling next to it, and the crooning of a pokemon.

After a moment, Duke speaks up. ]

.... Fairly sure late... [ He's got that hoarse voice of someone who not only was asleep for a while, but had recently gotten rid of anything that had been in their stomach for the last week. ]

However... have any else spent time that marked a year here.... in the clinic? [ Totally not mentioning the nightmares. He's going to pretend those nightmares never existed. ]

.... cannot have been only one...

[ Action for Clinic ]

[ And Duke is going to stay wedged in a corner made from one of the beds and the wall, if anyone wants to bother him in the clinic. He's not planning on leaving for a little while.

This is how he plans on dealing with his nightmare. ]

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[Action]

[heal_theworld]

[Martel is walking past the room, when she hears rustling of clothes and a quick heartbeat. She pokes her head into the room and sees... No one. Not until she walks entirely into the room does she see Duke in the corner. Knowing he can probably already sense her, she walks slowly towards him.] Duke...?

[Action]

[radiantwingedone]

[ Duke lifts his head a little, listening and - ah, yes, that does feel like Martel. ]

... Yes? [ He's quite comfortable in this corner. He's got a blanket and everything. ]

[Action forever]

[heal_theworld]

[Martel walks over and sits down in front of him.] Are you all right? Well... [She amends that.] Mostly all right?

[radiantwingedone]

...... [ That is a tricky question Martel. ]

... nearly mostly.

[heal_theworld]

Nearly mostly? That sounds like a 'no'. [she pauses.] Want to talk about it?

[radiantwingedone]

.... [ No, he doesn't really.

Although his Altaria seems to think he should, as when he sort of tucks himself into a more defensive sit, she whacks him upside the head with a wing and scolds. ]

I'm sore and tired, but don't wish to attempt to sleep. [ Because the best way to avoid nightmares and whatever else lurks in the corners of one's mind is to stay awake, right? Totally. ]

[heal_theworld]

If you don't sleep, you won't get better. Staying awake and thinking about it isn't any better. ...I don't think, at least.

[radiantwingedone]

.... Haven't been thinking about it either. [ But given how stiff he sounds about saying that, he's probably not telling the truth... ]

... Don't want them to come back.

[heal_theworld]

...Neither do I. You ...er, saw what happened. [She died on you. And that wasn't entirely the worst one.]

[radiantwingedone]

[ It wasn't exactly the worse one for him either. ]

... Another memory that was... unpleasant. [ He remembers hearing you died. Or were dead from a shared world. ]

[heal_theworld]

I'm sorry that happened. That I kind of...died on you.

[radiantwingedone]

.... [ Duke sits really still for a moment, and then tucks himself up with his blanket and wedges himself in the corner some more. ]

... Not the only one.

[heal_theworld]

...Other people died in your dreams?

Action forever

[madetosin]

[Muraki's seen Duke in passing, since he works here now, though they've never spoken. He pauses near the door, noting the lack of any patient chart there or on the door.]

I don't recall checking you in.

Action forever

[radiantwingedone]

.... Have been here since....

[ Give him a moment to think. He was pretty hurt when he was brought here, and he's having trouble remembering which day that was. ]

.. before the sleeping and dreams. ... Twenty fifth? If something is missing, find... Stuart.

[madetosin]

That would explain it. I've only started working here recently.

[He walks in...oh there's the chart on the counter :|]

I thought you did too...

[radiantwingedone]

.... Normally.

[madetosin]

I see...

[He approaches the bed, tapping thoughtfully on the chart]

You should curl up like that. You'll aggravate the wound.

.. you mean shouldn't, right?

[radiantwingedone]

[ Duke lifts his head to follow the movement, listening. ]

... at moment, don't particularly care. [ Despite the wound, he does find curling up like this comfortable. ]

/sob yes

[madetosin]

And why is that?

/headpats

[radiantwingedone]

... would be something to focus on. [ Or something to distract him from everything else or... something.

His altaria sounds properly disapproving of what is obviously a terrible plan. ]

[madetosin]

Besides?

[radiantwingedone]

Besides what do not wish to. [ There's an unsaid obviously attached to that sentence. ]

[madetosin]

[He doesn't really care, one way or the other, if Duke wants to hide from his problems. He isn't a therapist. But he is a doctor, at least by appearances, and the last thing he needs is his guy making his work harder.

He lets out a mildly annoyed 'hmph' and abruptly tugs Duke's blankets away]

[radiantwingedone]

[ Duke hadn't expected anything like that, which is why he jumps and nearly falls over at the blanket theft.

This is blank, confused staring in the direction his blankets had gone. Uh. Why? ]