18 - Text - Any time from Thursday to Sunday

[ichoosefight]

[ooc | Throwing this up now for close friends who were interested in popping in. Depending on when you decide to talk to her/show up, her condition will be steadily improving in the direction of Monday, so pick a day based on what you feel like dealing with? Placeholders perfectly acceptable. Assume text responses take a while. ]

[ Private to Paddy ]

I got my very own corner. It's dark and full of blankets. I'm really quite fond of it.

...Any thoughts on things I can eat that won't make me nauseous?

[ Private to Tim ]

Smuggle me food? Or better yet, smuggle me an IV so I don't have to actually eat ever again.

[ Spam! For anyone brave enough to come and check on her. And look, you have a choice of days! ]

[ The moment she made it back to her room, Stephanie locked the door and barreled onto her bed. She was well enough to walk, but every part of her body still ached. Still, she was determined to seem strong. The whole way back she took special care to avoid running into anyone she knew. She didn't do anything to the drawing of what she had to assume were honeysuckle flowers, probably from Claire, outside her door. She locked the door and kept the light off, keeping as quiet as she could. Her room should look for all the world as though she wasn't there. That way she could pretend at times that she wasn't there at all, but in the CES, the library, the gym, or best of all her room back home.

Most of the time it wasn't so bad. Sometimes she would get out of bed and pace the room, try to work through her feelings about what had happened during the flood. She even took a shower at one point. Other times she would get depressed. She thought a lot about quitting, going home, even giving up the cowl and living the rest of her life like a normal person. When it got really bad she thought about quitting school, giving up both her vigilante life and normal life, living on the streets. Every time she thought about killing herself she opened up her Philosophy textbook and pretended to do homework.

The worst was the cravings. She cursed herself for not knowing who it was she got the damned stuff off of, for not having the courage to ask around and admit that she remembered everything. She even picked up all the empty bottles and both wine glasses from her floor and shattered them against the wall in a rage. The bathroom was the only part of her room that was spared any wrath, and then only because she needed a clear path to the toilet. She cut her feet on the glass a couple of times, but she barely felt it. That was Thursday.

She wanted it all to stop. She wanted to know who had done this to her (because how could she possibly have done this to herself?) and exact some sort of revenge. Most of all, she wanted the drug. She even remembered most of the stupid song he had sung to describe it to her. Zydrate comes in a little glass vial... Friday was spent huddled on her bed in the corner as she sung it under her breath, shivering and sweating and hugging the blankets she wrapped herself in. Saturday was better. She actually got to sleep, and spent more of her time cold than overly hot. By Sunday she was beginning to clean her room, mostly by shoving everything on the floor against the wall. Still, it was an improvement. She was getting better, day by day. ]

Comments

private - voice. concentrating on writing sucks.

[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

Kelly used to bring me oranges. Not cause they didn't make you nauseous, most everything fucking did, but they got the nasty fucking taste out of your mouth at least. Also, gives you something to throw if you're feeling twitchy. Uhura kept buckets of the things around, I'm damn sure of it.

Want me to bring you some?

private - text

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't want to clean it up, but I'm willing to try anything. I think my goal for today is not to throw anything else at the wall.

Re: private - text

[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

Better something squishy? I'll bring you some. And some toast. Toast isn't too bad, usually.

I've also got a personal... well.

Hallucinated anything yet? You don't have to answer.

private - text

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

Personal what?

Thankfully nothing horrific. Just weird stuff.

Re: private - text

[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

Question. Then I decided to ask it anyway.

Weird stuff. That's not so bad. Could be worse.

Re: private - text

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

Oh.

Trust me, I know how bad it could be. If nobody's complained about screaming on the first floor, I think it's safe to say my hallucinations are not that bad.

Re: private - text

[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

... Nah, they ain't so bad.

I'll be down with some oranges, anyway.

Re: private - text

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

Memories suck. Thanks.

Thursday - Spam!

[totes-a-god.livejournal.com]

[Ray has qualms about disturbing Stephanie so soon, but regardless feels the need to check on her. Call it a throwback to his days of being an older brother to a sometimes-hellion younger sis.

He raps his knuckles against the door, gently.]

You awake, Champ? It's Ray.

Thursday - Spam!

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

[ She debates just ignoring him. It would be so easy to pretend she didn't hear the knock, that she's actually asleep, that she isn't there at all. The urge to throw something else is still pretty strong. She glares at the broken glass on the ground as though this were all the bottle's fault. As far as she's concerned it may as well be. The only reason she gets up and unlocks the door is because there's not much else for her to break. She doesn't notice the spots of red on the hardwood floor from her cut up feet. She puts her hand on the doorknob but doesn't turn it, resting her head on the doorframe instead and speaking through the door. ]

What do you want.

Thursday - Spam!

[totes-a-god.livejournal.com]

[Good grief, she sounds awful. Any hesitation he had previously evaporates.]

Just stopping to see if you're up for some supper. [He taps the paper sack cradled in his arm.] I've brought you a few things.

Thursday - Spam!

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

[ Her stomach rolls at the mere thought of food. ]

I'm really, really not.

He is aware of your RAAAAGE AND DISTRESS and not liking it :| Vamp connection FAIL

[vfranklinmott.livejournal.com]

Should have thought about that before you gave her TWO FULL VIALS OF YOUR BLOOD. B|

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

Hey now. YOU ASKED FOR THE DRUGS. Not his fault the Admiral is a douche :c

[vfranklinmott.livejournal.com]

Totally his fault. FACE THE CONSEQUENCES LIKE A MAN, FRANKLIN.

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

MAYBE HE WILL. *bow chicka bow wow*

[vfranklinmott.livejournal.com]

Nst nst?

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

Private - is she still in the infirmary?

[peektuttut]

Uh, yeah, sure. How about some chicken soup, or something?

Private - in her room now. Pick a day, any day :)

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

Preferably something that won't make a mess? It's all going to make me sick anyway.

Private - Today works! Spam?

[peektuttut]

I'll be by with some saltines.

Private -> Spaaaaam

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

Thanks. You're a life saver.

Spaaaaam

[peektuttut]

[And he's coming by with the closest thing he could find to saltines. Crackers are good for stomach settling. And ginger ale, but he didn't bring any of that. Tim just knocks on her door, probably nowhere near prepared to deal with this.]

Spaaaaam

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

[ This time she expects company, and waits by the door with a blanket. She never did notice the tiny pieces of glass stuck in the soles of her feet, but sitting on the floor she can see the tiny spots of blood and wonders vaguely where they came from. She hears the knock and reaches up with one hand to turn the knob, scooting out of the way of the door as it opens. ]

Spaaaaam

[peektuttut]

[Tim peers in before entering, so he finds her on the floor quickly. Along with the bits of blood. He was trained to look for those things, after all. Closing the door behind him quickly, he crouches next to her.]

Jeez, [He mutters, studying her.] Steph, what the hell happened?