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It's dark when she wakes.

There's an odd buzzing in Shelley's ears and her head hurts even more, feeling heavy as she sits up slowly. She's still wearing all her clothes for work, why...? She swings her legs off the bed and stands up shakily, swaying before catching hold of the table. Wasn't she meant to go to work? Did she go to sleep before leaving? The girl coughs, throat feeling like sandpaper. Her mouth tastes horrible. Time to brush teeth.

The corridor feels longer than usual, and her skin prickles as if the air moving past her is something physical.

The side of the bath feels cold as she sits there, chewing thoughtlessly on her toothbrush.

She wants to go back to sleep again, but she's already missed - she doesn't know how long. Elan didn't wake her up.

He's- here's really here, isn't he? And he can find...

She moves in a stumbling run down the corridor to her room, feverish panic flooding her suddenly.

Date: 2007-01-20 07:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-a-liar.livejournal.com
The crash jolted Elan out of bed. He had been a light sleeper for a long time, and time here had not changed that. Rousing from his bed, he hurried downstairs not bothering to dress more fully. He doubted that the sound could be anything fortunate. Without his powers though... No time to think of that, what must be done must be done.

Date: 2007-01-20 07:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-a-liar.livejournal.com
It had been the work of a moment to snatch the mop out the closet on his way to investigate the noise. It was a poor substitute for a real staff but he had little other options.

Coming upon a figure, Elan spun the staff into position... and then saw it to be Shelley.

"...Shelley?"

Date: 2007-01-20 08:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-a-liar.livejournal.com
The mop clatters to the floor.

It was easy to see that something was wrong with her, so Elan rushed forward to kneel beside her, his hands resting on her shoulders.

"Shelley!"

Date: 2007-01-20 09:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-a-liar.livejournal.com
One of his hands snatch at her wrist, and the other presses to her forehead. Her skin burned with an inner fire, a fever raged. That explained her irrational behavior.

"You are feverish... I am not here to hurt you. I want to help, to help you."

Date: 2007-01-20 09:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-a-liar.livejournal.com
Releasing her for a moment, he wrapped his arms around her. He had to be careful here, but... The pay off could be immense.

"You are not thinking correctly. Remember how I was when I was ill. Do not upset yourself."

Date: 2007-01-20 10:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-a-liar.livejournal.com
Shaking his head, Elan rose from beside her to fetch painkillers and something to drink. After all, she could not be feeling well, and without the power, he could hardly fix it.

"I will return shortly."

Returning, he proffered the glass and pills to her.

"Here you are, Shelley. Take them please."

Date: 2007-01-20 10:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-a-liar.livejournal.com
A smile as he offered the pills to her.

"...Nurofen."

Not that his pronunciation even resembled the word as it was spoken.

Date: 2007-01-20 10:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-a-liar.livejournal.com
Taking the glass from her, Elan placed it away from her. He would clean up the mess and such in a moment, once she was taken care of.

"Let's get you back to bed."

Date: 2007-01-20 11:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-a-liar.livejournal.com
Lifting the little redhead onto the bed, Elan walked over and turned off the light, plunging the room into pitch blackness.

"Past midnight."

A pause as he sat down beside her on the bed.

"You want your pyjamas?"

Date: 2007-01-20 11:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-a-liar.livejournal.com
Pacing slowly through the darkness, Elan remembered the location of things from his time cleaning. Any knowledge was useful. Reaching under the pillow, he found her pyjamas where she kept them. He disregarded the trouser portion because she was feverish so she would be warm, and this would be more entertaining without.

Sitting beside her once again, he gently reached for her glasses to set them aside on the nightstand.

"Here you are, Shelley."

Date: 2007-01-21 12:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-a-liar.livejournal.com
A soft smile as he gently curled his fingers around the bottom of her blouse. This was certainly a welcome opportunity. The deep darkness of the room concealed the wicked grin on his face. His voice was soft and comforting.

"It is all right. Do not worry."

Date: 2007-01-21 12:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-a-liar.livejournal.com
Grinning wickedly, Elan waited for a time. As he thought, with the light off, and her mind not in solid working order, there was little resistance in her. This was far better than he had planned.

"Very well."

Date: 2007-01-22 09:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-a-liar.livejournal.com
His fingers pause on the current button. Alas, some resistance. A few soft words would probably suffice.

"Merely offering a helping hand. No need to be alarmed. I cannot see in the dark, you know."

Date: 2007-01-22 10:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-a-liar.livejournal.com
Only the heat of his breath could tell her how close he was. His voice was so soft and gentle as he corrected her. She was easily confused.

"I am just helping. You ought not to sleep in your clothes."

Date: 2007-01-22 10:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-a-liar.livejournal.com
A hand rested on her shoulder as he gently assured her. Just a little bit more, and perhaps...

"Are you all right? I... just wanted to help so you could get quickly to your rest."

Date: 2007-01-22 10:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-a-liar.livejournal.com
Sitting beside her, Elan simply waited in the darkness. Best not push it lest he lose anything he might have otherwise gained.

"As you wish..."

Date: 2007-01-22 11:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-a-liar.livejournal.com
Rising from his seat beside her, Elan smiled and kissed her fevered forehead. That did not go as he had hoped, but what could be done?

"Sleep well. I will check back on you later. Find me, if you have need."

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