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[devoutish]

Yeah?

[That's it, that's all you get.]

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[devoutish]

We are talking about this situation, right now. You going to him for medical help is not going to hurt him.

[equal_shots]

I've gotten medical help--I asked Claire.

And...and he wasn't very happy with me the morning after Stein decided removing eyes was a good pastime. Asking him for more help now may not hurt him physically, but physical wounds aren't the only sort. [Especially since the two are both stubbornly and stupidly convinced the other's injury is directly their fault.]

[devoutish]

You're telling me he blamed you for what Stein did? I don't believe it.

[equal_shots]

We didn't exactly talk long...I was trying to leave before Professor Stein was up. I didn't want him to see me leaving. [Running.]

[devoutish]

Go talk to the man. Sort this out between the two of you.

[nursetemple]

Jesus.

[Claire wipes a hand over her face, her jaw clenched. She'd been hoping for a no - besides that night - but of course that was naive.]

I'm sorry.

[devoutish]

Yeah. Nothing to be done about it.

[nursetemple]

[She has to wonder, how many times has everyone died around here? How many terrifying experiences have they all gone through? It's not just him, and it's not just that murderous night. It's been going on for so long for some people in town, they might not even remember what life is like back home.]

It's hard to think of. That this happens. That you can die, and come back. It doesn't make any sense to me. It's - not right, you know?

[devoutish]

It isn't true death. That's how I think about it.

[nursetemple]

Then... what is it?

[devoutish]

[He sighs, heavy and tired.]

Dunno.

[nursetemple]

[She sighs right back.]

Yeah. Yeah, that's the problem, isn't it? We just have no clue. It's not like you remember if anything happened during that time, right?

[devoutish]

I remember waking up in the morgue, or in the hotel. That's all.

[nursetemple]

Hm.

[She wonders if it's the same for everyone.]

Sorry. That's a morbid topic.

Morning 189; @notasidekick; text

[nursetemple]

Alfie, I

[That's how the message starts. Claire doesn't think she can face any other kind of communication right now. Voice to text has to do.]

I died. Or whatever it is that happened, it happened to me, and now I'm alive again, I don't know, I don't know how long it's been.

[She heaves a shaky breath. She's been unable to get herself back under control, since she woke up in a morgue. Trying to get out of that body bag had just increased her panic.

Now, she's sitting on the floor with her useless hands on her lap and her tablet in front of her on the ground as she talks to it. She keeps on starting sentences and stopping them, not wanting to seem as scared and panicked as she feels. She'll get a hold of herself. She'll be okay.]

[devoutish]

Hard to find one that isn't, here.

@ASolomons; audio

[devoutish]

[RELIEF.]

Not long. Less than a day. Kid called me last night.

Can you leave yet?

[Being stuck in the morgue is the literal worst, and the sooner she gets out the better.]

[nursetemple]

It seems like whenever we do try anyway, we gravitate right back to the morbid, because it's all we have right now.

[devoutish]

Mostly my fault, I think.

[He's been trending downwards for a while, and that terrible night in the hotel hadn't helped things.]

[nursetemple]

[A day. Less than a day. Good - good. Maybe she just fainted. Maybe she's concussed, but there's no way of knowing when she can't use her hands.]

Okay, that's good, a day.

[Another pause.]

I think I can leave. I'm in what looks like a police station, I think.

[devoutish]

[Damn. Not the chapel.]

Can you come on audio?

[nursetemple]

Are you going to be okay? Anything I can do?

[She doesn't mean it in a flirty way. It's worrying, that he keeps looking at the bad things, and not the good. Got to cling on to the hope.]

>audio

[nursetemple]

[She heaves another heavy, trembling breath, rolling her shoulders to try and ease the tension that's making any movement painful. Then, she asks her tablet to switch to audio.]

Yeah. Hi.

[Her voice is small, a big part of her absolutely scared stiff. She was hoping it wouldn't reflect in her voice, but she's not sure it doesn't.]

[devoutish]

When I first got here, right, I looked at people like House and wondered if that would be my future. You must look at me and wonder the same, eh?

>audio

[devoutish]

Get outside as soon as you can. You'll be all right.

[He sounds gentler than usual.]