-79- Everybody Hurts

[luckyvalentine]

[she sounds exhausted, weary to her core, when she finally gets a hold of her journal. She also sounds desperate. The fact that she woke up to absolutely nothing about the world making sense--trapped like a political prisoner, Spike acting like he's insane--really helped her pull herself together a little. She'll deal with why she's in the clinic later. Right now, all that matters is that she can get out of it.]

I will pay someone to get me out of here. Caisos, diamonds, whatever you want. Just... get over here now. ...Please.

[That's when a male voice interrupts out of nowhere, suddenly very close by.]

You could pick up better reading. [Plucking the journal from her hands!] You're supposed to be resting, you know.

--Hey! Give that back! [...it'll take her a minute to get that journal back]


((ooc: backdated to last night OOPS WRONG. Not backdated; the clinic is free now. Open over the journal, or in person in the clinic. Zelman is a dick, Spike is on a loss, and shit is crazy))

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[gottaknockhard]

[He holds the journal away, actually looking a bit concerned. All that time he spent trying to get in to see her has obviously worn down his nerves.]

I'll fill you in on everything you miss.

[luckyvalentine]

I need that! Come on, Spike...

[reaching for it again, a little feebly. between her physical state and Spike's insanity, she's getting pretty worn out]

[gottaknockhard]

[He sighs and puts it down on her bedside table. Not that he didn't expect her to be stubborn. -- And that's when he reveals what he has in his other hand. (It's a sandwich, don't get excited.)]

Here. You should eat something. [--aaaand he's pulling up a chair. Good luck getting rid of him now, Faye.]

[luckyvalentine]

[it's not like she'd really refuse food, but being offered it from Spike is... unsettling. It puts a damper on her appetite.]

What I could really use is a drink.

[gottaknockhard]

[Well, he doesn't exactly see her like that very often. It brings out a less-dickish side of him. He's even making an effort to cheer her up...]

I'll see what I can do. I've smuggled enough cigarettes in here to have worked out a system.

[luckyvalentine]

[ugh... she can't decide whether him being nice is better or worse than the alternative. It really could go either way]

Alcohol's good for circulation, right?

[and a stilted attempt at a chuckle. ...Yeah, no, everything is weird. She's very ready for it to go back to normal now]

[gottaknockhard]

I might have read that somewhere.

[All smiles. Joking is always a good sign that she's feeling better.]

[polar]

You'll get out when you get out, now stop whining. I've got a follow up to do with you.

[Korra stands by the side of the bed, scowling.]

[luckyvalentine]

I've had much worse--I'm fine.

[dropping her arms wearily back down on the bed]

[polar]

Tell that to the guy who admitted you. [Whichever one that was.]

[luckyvalentine]

Yeah, well he has lost his mind. You should be admitting him.

[polar]

You didn't even walk a straight line right.

[gottaknockhard]

[Spike is still in hearing distance, by the way. Shaking his head like this is nothing new.]

She doesn't like hospitals.

Dictated forever

[onlyanapple]

...Did you two somehow end up in prison?

[luckyvalentine]

Crowley!

[oh she sounds so relieved]

You've gotta get me out of here.


[and then... maybe a little bit of a hesitation here--] ...I'm in the clinic.

[onlyanapple]

[The hell?]

Why are you in a clinic? Did you actually manage to shoot one another this time?

[luckyvalentine]

It doesn't matter, just get down here!

[onlyanapple]

Fine. Fine. Bloody hell woman you are a pain in the arse.

[Still, grouching all the while, he'll make his way to the clinic. He spends far more time down here than he'd like looking for you, Faye B|]

[luckyvalentine]

[sorry, buddy. It's an inherent hazard of being part of her ridiculous life.

Oh, and hey, he can go right on into the clinic without a problem. Someone might not have informed her that the craziness has ended and that she's no longer technically a prisoner.

And she's looking pretty alright, for the most part. No obvious horrendous injuries or anything. Just drained of all energy, and probably paler than she should be]

[both_neither]

Something happen, Faye?

[luckyvalentine]

[oops...]

Hey. Are you any good at smuggling people?

[both_neither]

Never smuggled anybody but myself. Why?

[luckyvalentine]

Because I need to get out of here before I go crazy.

[hey, her voice is pretty light. everything must be pretty much okay, really]

[both_neither]

[Yeah, sure, Faye]

Is that Spike with you?

[luckyvalentine]

[ha, she... hesitates a little]

...Yeah.