♔ dix-sept || judge it kindly

[ensorceler]

[ The sound of a heart monitor seems to come out of nowhere, at the same time an Englishwoman's voice does, her hand having knocked her journal off the bed in her sudden awakening. With a rushed gasp she speaks before her eyes even open, for any who might already be in the clinic, but open they do when she suddenly is unable to finish her prayer. ]

Lord God have pity on my—

[ A gurgle and cough is all that follows, then more silence outside of the heart monitor as Anne takes some time to realize where she is, one hand over her throat. She's confused, but says nothing else for the moment, gaze slowly lowering to see the journal on the floor.

Stretching to lean down, the woman flips the journal shut so all sound on her end is ceased, then hangs her head and clutches the rails on the bed with such a force her knuckles turn white. She must request her clothes proper, to get out of this hospital gown and to brush her hair, but first she must allow her memories, both of home and of here, to properly blend again.

Anne makes sure there are none else in the room before allowing herself to silently cry, though the door is not fully shut in any case. No doubt the ghosts have been taking care of her this far, she can only assume. It is fitting, now that she is one. ]

[ ooc; Open for anyone in the clinic and over the journal, but she won't respond over the journal until she's back in her castle room. ]

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Dictated forever

[whichwayyoulean]

[Well, this, at least, is enough to make him pull himself out of his self-inflicted hole of misery]

...Anne? You're awake!

i can edit if he would have gone to her clinic room when she didn't respond :>

[ensorceler]

[ And woe, she won't respond for a couple hours yet, not even re-opening her journal until she's back in her room. ]

Once.

[ A pause. ]

Master Once-ler. Yes, I suppose I fell. It seems there is no lasting injury. I am sorry if I worried you overmuch.

nooo this is perfect

[whichwayyoulean]

[He breathes a sigh of relief when he hears her speak again.]

So long as you're okay now. That's the most important thing.

[ensorceler]

You and Master Spiegel brought me to the clinic?

[whichwayyoulean]

Sure. I mean, we couldn't just leave you by yourself.

[It was the last thing to do before he went back to his self-imposed isolation.]

[ensorceler]

I believe I had planned a Christmas dinner for us. But I was not myself.

[whichwayyoulean]

It's okay, none of us were.

[ensorceler]

I would still do so, had the day not come and gone.

[whichwayyoulean]

Hey, it happens. There's always next year, right?

[ensorceler]

Mayhap. There is never any telling for true. I wish not to live for tomorrow, because it can so easily be taken from you.

I would have you over. Soon.

[whichwayyoulean]

...Yeah, it can.

[There's a measured silence, before...] Okay. [He'll avoid it like all heck.]

[ensorceler]

Do not delay.

[ She needs company now. ]