track 06: glad you came (dictated)

[righttrack]

[The first thing that the journal catches is a loud wince, and then a bit of a whine.]

What... Can anyone tell me what happened? I slipped on the ice and I fell--

My head is killing me, ow.

I fell and now I'm here again, but I was definitely back home for a while.

[There's a half-hearted laugh.]

I got into NYADA... But I guess that only means so much now that I'm back here.

Comments

Dictated

[brohoof]

How graceful.

You probably have a concussion.

[He's not going to touch the home thing, considering that's a huge amount of jealousy right there.]

It'd probably be best if you weren't alone right now. If you want, I'll come check it out and make sure you ain't got any lasting brain damage or anything.

Forever!

[righttrack]

...Great. That puts even more of a damper on things. [A huffy sigh.] Thank you, Dirk, that would be lovely. I'm in room...

[Damn. There's a long pause and the sound of footsteps sandwiching the sound of a door opening and closing.]

...615.

[brohoof]

If you can't remember your room number without having to check, it might be worse than I thought. I'd say that'd take it from damp to downright wet.

[There's the sound of movement, though.]

Ignoring the sexual undertones of that statement, I'll be there soon.

[righttrack]

[That does get a snort of laughter out of him, even if it's followed by another wince.]

Thank you so much.

[brohoof]

[He's smiling slightly too, even if Kurt can't see.]

No problem, bro.

[He won't say much more, and instead he'll just focus on making it to Kurt's room. It doesn't take too long, and when he's there he gives a short knock before going ahead and inviting himself in.]

Yo, figured it'd be better if you didn't get up. So keep your ass parked while the doc does his exam.

[waterproofed]

Kurt! Hey, man, you missed Christmas! Did you get the gift I sent you?

[righttrack]

I missed it? Um... I don't think--

Oh! [He hadn't noticed those gifts yet.] I have things, yes.

[waterproofed]

So are you okay?

[righttrack]

My head hurts, but I'm sure I'll be fine.

dictated;

[heal_theworld]

[A blink. She hadn't heard his voice in a while, and he said his head hurt... Did he go home?]

Kurt, are you all right?

dictated forever;

[righttrack]

Oh, Martel! Um, no... No, I'm not doing so well, unfortunately.

I think I was home for a while? No, I know I was, I just don't know... How.

[heal_theworld]

You were probably sent home temporarily. It happens. People get knocked out for a week, usually, and end up in the clinic. You...didn't, for some reason.

Do you need any help?

[righttrack]

[He didn't end up in the clinic because Kabby has no reading comprehension. |Db]

I don't think I knew about that. [Or maybe he did. It's all kind of fuzzy.] But, um, yes, help would be good. Maybe help getting to the clinic?

[lightbranded]

Do you need some help?

[righttrack]

I think I'll be okay if I rest... I hope.

How are you, Will?

[lightbranded]

I've been well. [Apart from the troubled question of his christmas gift from the castle.]

It seems that nothing terrible happened over the holidays after all.

[righttrack]

Oh, those happened? Holidays, I mean. Well, I'm glad nothing bad happened, and that you've been well.

[kungfuwitch]

You fell? Are you alright?

[righttrack]

I will be, I think. I'm just... A bit fuzzy. That, and the whole being-gone-then-coming-back thing...

[kungfuwitch]

I haven't done that, myself, but I've known a few people who've gone through it. Did much time pass while you were home?

[righttrack]

I think it was at least a month... Probably more. I'm not sure right now.

[delincuente]

Dude! I thought you left or something, it's been forever!

[And by that she is clearly exaggerating, but cut her a break - she's actually almost expressing real concern here.]

... Are you okay now?

[righttrack]

Nope, no such luck. [Okay, wait, that was thoughtless. He'll blame the head injury.] I mean, it's good to hear from you again, Alex. It really is.

I think I'll be fine.

[delincuente]

Hey, it's cool. [A half-hearted laugh.] I mean, we're all just waiting to leave. Thought you'd just gotten lucky.

So are you in the clinic or something?

[righttrack]

I suppose there's really no polite way of agreeing with that, is there? [He sighs, somewhere between amused and disappointed.]

No, just my room.