2.17 - Text + Voice
Apr. 27th, 2013 01:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
breakingmyheart[Warden Filter; text]
Jesse's fallen into a coma.
We're both in his cabin. Level 7, room 6.
I'll stay with him until someone brings a stretcher from the Infirmary.
[Private to Derek; voice]
[This comes a bit later.]
Hi.
Ah -
I've been thinking. About - what we talked about.
Jesse's fallen into a coma.
We're both in his cabin. Level 7, room 6.
I'll stay with him until someone brings a stretcher from the Infirmary.
[Private to Derek; voice]
[This comes a bit later.]
Hi.
Ah -
I've been thinking. About - what we talked about.
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Date: 2013-05-04 12:31 am (UTC)[Yeah, her legs are going out from under her now, and she sits down heavily on the sofa.]
I don't want to hurt anyone else.
Spam
Date: 2013-05-04 12:35 am (UTC)[Derek sinks with her, down to his knees beside the couch, staying close.]
I won't let you. We'll be there for each other from now on, all right?
Spam
Date: 2013-05-04 01:20 am (UTC)[There for each other. It's an immediate sense of connectedness, and she hasn't felt it for so long - not love or desire but the sense of being genuinely relied on, of being a part of something, of mattering.
Her eyelids are fluttering and every time they close it takes a little more effort to reopen them. She feels simultaneously energised and drained, like the combined exhaustion and adrenaline after a sudden sprint.]
We will.
[It becomes more than she can do to keep her eyes open, and already the paranoia that should accompany being vulnerable to a virtual stranger is being swallowed up by something else, an instinct that Derek isn't a stranger any more.
Everything blurs and then goes dark.]