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shelley_winters) wrote2007-01-20 06:50 pm
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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.
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.
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No. There.
Trembing hands snatch up her address book.
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Coming upon a figure, Elan spun the staff into position... and then saw it to be Shelley.
"...Shelley?"
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"No! No, go away!"
She isn't done, she has to get rid of it before he finds them...
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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!"
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"Get off, you can't, I won't let you."
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"You are feverish... I am not here to hurt you. I want to help, to help you."
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She knows she's ill, but she still has to stop him finding them all first, and then she can rest - maybe not in her daytime clothes, but he has to go away.
"L-leave me alone."
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"You are not thinking correctly. Remember how I was when I was ill. Do not upset yourself."
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The book remains clutched to her chest one-handed, as she coughs hoarsely and reaches up to wipe her eyes.
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"I will return shortly."
Returning, he proffered the glass and pills to her.
"Here you are, Shelley. Take them please."
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Shelley herself in sitting on the floor, against the bed, one shoe off, the other still on, her eyes closed.
"...What are they?"
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"...Nurofen."
Not that his pronunciation even resembled the word as it was spoken.
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"Let's get you back to bed."
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"...Time is it?"
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"Past midnight."
A pause as he sat down beside her on the bed.
"You want your pyjamas?"
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"Please."
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Sitting beside her once again, he gently reached for her glasses to set them aside on the nightstand.
"Here you are, Shelley."
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Hers- but she can't wear them to sleep. She watches him tensely as they go onto the table.
She doesn't move.
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"It is all right. Do not worry."
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"Very well."
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Then she looks up at what she hadn't noticed before, gentle fingers unbuttoning her blouse, and flails.
"Wh- what?"
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"Merely offering a helping hand. No need to be alarmed. I cannot see in the dark, you know."
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Her head aches, almost spinning in the confusing darkness as she tries to wriggle back from his fingers. She isn't letting him undress her.
And she wouldn't put night-vision past him.
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"I am just helping. You ought not to sleep in your clothes."
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"...I can do it-"
Her voice wavers, she's too tired and hurting for this, if only she could think. Her head turns away as another fit of coughing grips her.
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"Are you all right? I... just wanted to help so you could get quickly to your rest."
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She just wants to go to sleep, but it hurts, and the room's too hot and buzzing, and his hand feels heavy on her shoulder.
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"As you wish..."
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She pulls it down over her bare back defensively.
"Go away."
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"Sleep well. I will check back on you later. Find me, if you have need."