[ Instant communication is still strange, even in a magical sense. Severus has given up trying to read his comms device, but after a little while he thinks he hears something so-- ]
Claire? [ Wherever he is, it's too dark to make out much beyond the basic shapes of his face, still bandaged as they are. ]
[ It's not really any different than video chatting with someone, or using that particular function on her comm unit. Of course, when was the last time that she video chatted with someone whose face was almost soundly hacked off? Claire adjusts the mirror enough that she can press a thin smile together. Even if she can't see his face clearly, she knows what's there. ]
Hi. [ She's not going to wave. Talking into a mirror, especially under these circumstances, already makes her feel stupid enough. ] I wanted to check in with you.
[ He hates asking, because the notion of him not being totally aware of his own mind is irksome at best, but he was completely out for more than a day. He's not sure if Claire even knows what happened. ]
For a little while. You weren't awake at the time.
[ Hence checking up now. She scratches absently at her hairline, looking for something to do with her hands. Eventually she settles for propping the mirror up against the wall. She doesn't really want to get into how long she'd sat there before recognizing that she needed to leave for a number of reasons. ]
All right. [ Privately, he's relieved he doesn't have to explain. Being injured is bad enough without having to go on about it. ] I'm fine. How are you?
[ Claire doesn't even have a reference point for how long that might take. ]
Magical resistance? [ That sounds stupid but... seriously. And - ] I followed some voices and got a headache.
[ And a bleed in her eye and some other stuff but it seems inconsequential at this point. It's not like half of her face was almost removed. As far as the other stuff goes - the murals running and Smiley showing up - Claire feels like he can approach that when he's less high. ]
[ A little blunter than she would have been, probably. Buuut then again maybe not. It's a thing that happened and there's no sugarcoating it. And she wasn't there and didn't stop it and only has a (pretty good) suspicion as to who might have done it, given the randomness of her own experience. Misplaced guilt is still guilt. Anger is still anger. ]
Yeah. Pretty much got it in one. I'd like to partially remove the balls of whoever did it with a rogue window.
Doesn't matter. [ Asleep or awake or high off of his mind, it wouldn't have. ] You're excused from being even relatively decent company on account of all the muggle pain killers, but you only get one exemption so. Keep that in mind.
[ Claire grinds her molars together slightly but is quick to smile all the same. It's small and tight around the eyes and tired, more than anything, but when are any of them not tired? It's been a long several days. ]
Let's work on making sure there isn't a next time, more than anything. [ She bends forward to adjust the mirror again, as it has begun to slide down onto the stretched and clean fabric of her bedspread. When it rights again, her legs are folded. ] It's so dark in there.
[ Maybe she should turn down the light on her end so it doesn't blind him. ]
Right, I know, but. Eventually you won't be. It's not like you're going to get discharged from medical and get the okay to go stare up into a bunch of fluorescent lights.
Treatment might have been, but recovery's obviously not. [ She does know a thing or two about instantaneous recovery. ] I'm not here to fuss over you, but I'm also not opposed to sitting on you if I have to.
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Claire? [ Wherever he is, it's too dark to make out much beyond the basic shapes of his face, still bandaged as they are. ]
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Hi. [ She's not going to wave. Talking into a mirror, especially under these circumstances, already makes her feel stupid enough. ] I wanted to check in with you.
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[ He hates asking, because the notion of him not being totally aware of his own mind is irksome at best, but he was completely out for more than a day. He's not sure if Claire even knows what happened. ]
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[ Hence checking up now. She scratches absently at her hairline, looking for something to do with her hands. Eventually she settles for propping the mirror up against the wall. She doesn't really want to get into how long she'd sat there before recognizing that she needed to leave for a number of reasons. ]
I heard about what happened.
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[ Overall, not with him. Everything here is just another dead end.
Worried about him and half ready to open an artery just to make things right.
Mad at herself for not being able to stop it, however irrational that notion. ]
When are they letting you leave?
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Anything happen?
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Magical resistance? [ That sounds stupid but... seriously. And - ] I followed some voices and got a headache.
[ And a bleed in her eye and some other stuff but it seems inconsequential at this point. It's not like half of her face was almost removed. As far as the other stuff goes - the murals running and Smiley showing up - Claire feels like he can approach that when he's less high. ]
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[ Claire hasn't said in so many words that she can't feel pain, but he's not stupid. ]
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No. [ She'll have to tell him about it sometime. Not now. ] Something with the halls and voices, I guess. It went away pretty quickly, it's not -
[ Well. ]
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[ Flat. ]
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Yeah. Pretty much got it in one. I'd like to partially remove the balls of whoever did it with a rogue window.
[ Violence is a girl's best friend. ]
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[ It's not that Severus isn't angry, he just understands the logistics. ]
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[ Claire has understood the logistics plenty of times in the past and that's never stopped her before. Not that she would actually castrate anyone.
Maybe. ]
I am sorry that I didn't catch you any of the times that you were awake.
[ Feelings. ]
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[ Disgruntled but quiet; Severus is barely not a terrible patient, but only because he knows better. ]
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[ He might have preferred it; he's lucky, he passed out when it was the worst. ]
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Let's work on making sure there isn't a next time, more than anything. [ She bends forward to adjust the mirror again, as it has begun to slide down onto the stretched and clean fabric of her bedspread. When it rights again, her legs are folded. ] It's so dark in there.
[ Maybe she should turn down the light on her end so it doesn't blind him. ]
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I'll probably be light sensitive and have trouble focusing for a few days still.
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Having a dimly lit room finally comes in handy.
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[ :| ]
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[ Then again maybe. Wizards and science. ]
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[ Severus is plainly uncomfortable with anyone fussing over him, though he's tolerating it from all sides patiently. ]
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[ YOU KNOW WHAT FINE ]
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