Too lazy to pull up a log title

[cawky]

WHO: Davesprite and YOU
WHERE: Import clinic.
WHEN: All day post-void shenanigans
WARNINGS: Injuries, talk of nightmares and death of family
SUMMARY: Davesprite endures injuries from being caught by surprise -- and also deals with all of the nightmares from it henceforth.
FORMAT: Pick one! Just specify a day & time.

[Davesprite had fallen asleep after he had pushed Feferi off of him -- not that he had much choice in the matter. Really, it had been more of a faint than a choice of sleep. Combined with the exhaustion and his concussion, he couldn't keep himself conscious. Thankfully, with his wings mostly mended, it was easier for the nurses to lift him onto a stretcher and drag him to a bed. They continued to have trouble stuffing him in one bed, so anyone who happens to poke their head inside will find him spread out along three different beds in sprite form, fast asleep.

Of course, the second someone happens to step in the room, his eyes will snap open, and he will reach for his sunglasses off the table to slip them on. The only thing he won't do is sit up, or acknowledge whoever had come in. At least not right away -- he'll wait to see who's bothering to come in and hassle him. Hopefully it was a nurse, and not somebody who knew him.

The second he would open his eyes, he would feel dizzy and be forced to shut them again. When his eyes were closed, he would see all those nightmares that the void had forced him to relive. All things considered, he couldn't win no matter what he decided to do, eyes opened or closed.]

Comments

perfect

[cawky]

[Davesprite makes a noise of disgust when Dave props his feet up, and gives up any pretense of being asleep. He can't sit up, thanks to the fact that Feferi didn't quite get to finish what she had started, but he can turn enough to give Dave a rather flat look behind his sunglasses.]

What happened to knocking? Did I forget to put the sock on the doorknob again?

[Pause.]

Fuck you, pudding is mine.

you forced my hand

[hashrap]

Remember that thing? You know, the thing. The thing where I'm basically this big douche? Yeah, that.

[ Brief pause... slow realization. ]

You don't even have feet.

excellent

[cawky]

I never knew. You gotta learn to keep those secrets locked up a little tighter, bro.

[Davesprite also pauses.]

Yeah, not now.

[Awkward.]

[hashrap]

It's not a secret, man. It's basically tattooed there on my forehead. "Professional Douchebag". You were lookin' for some privacy? A little alone time? Fat chance, lil bro. Keep your hands where I can see them and we'll get along just fine.

[ Give him a moment while he makes himself comfortable. It... doesn't look like he's planning on going anywhere soon. ]

So what're you in for?

[cawky]

Come a little closer, the ink is fading, I'll fix it for you.

[Davesprite sticks one hand under the covers and makes a few obscene gestures out of sight.]

A thing. Between you and me, I dig the wardrobe this place hands out.

[hashrap]

[ He's rewarded with more shoe to the face. ]

Hell fucking yeah. I always wanted to find a place where it's socially acceptable for me to wear a dress.

[cawky]

[He'll take a second to try and shove his feet off the bed, but his push is weak.]

Dude.

[hashrap]

Tell me what really happened and I'll reconsider forcing this ticket to the Converse express diner on you.

[cawky]

[He takes another few weak shoves before he finally answers.]

Were you awake for the lightshow in the sky?

[hashrap]

[ Judging by the face he makes, evidently not. ]

[cawky]

[Davesprite sighs heavily.]

I don't know what the fuck it was. Some creepy grimdark son of a bitch floating in the sky. He made a nice turkey dinner out of me.

[Pause.]

It sucked. A lot.

[hashrap]

Sounds like you had a peaceful and relaxing time.

[cawky]

Totally.

[No, he can't lie about that, especially since he still hears a lot of skin ripping and bone snapping in the back of his head. But he'll try anyway.]

[hashrap]

[ He stops trying to inappropriately make Davesprite fellate his shoes. That seems like as good an answer as he's going to get and he's got a feeling the details aren't going to be ones he wants to hear. He drifts into an uncharacteristic contented silence; spending most of his day in a hospital room wasn't the most fulfilling activity. It gets kind of lonely sitting around in your own self pity. He's thankful for the company. ]

[cawky]

[Davesprite adopts the awkward silence in turn, though for a different reason entirely. He won't keep it for long though -- he needs to say it to someone, and if he couldn't talk to himself, then who could he talk to?]

I keep seeing Bro and the mutt. Over and over. Hasn't stopped since the douchebag let go of me.

[He let's his head fall back to stare at the ceiling. He doesn't bother mentioning John or Rose. They were still around to tattle to.]

I can't sleep.