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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.
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[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.]

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[News in the City gets around surprisingly fast, especially when most of your friends were (alien) teenage gossips. To be honest, the last thing Nill wanted was to go back to the clinic, but she wasn't about to not see Davesprite, especially not after he'd definitely saved her life. So when she does go, she's prepared with some paper and a pen, a plethora of baked goods that she knew the nurses would frown upon, and a smile.

At least two of those things remain with her after she enters, and the smile isn't one of them.

She tries to navigate as quickly as possible, one hand bunched into the material of her shirt as the other clutched the strap of her messenger bag. She didn't make eye contact with any of the nurses, all too aware of how her wings made her stick out awfully. But she'd already prepared a card with a short description of him and an explanation that she was his friend, and after handing it to the closest clerk and being directed, she basically speed walks to his room. Without even a knock (strange for her, definitely), she pushes open the door and enters, hoping to God that he isn't doing anything embarrassing because she really just doesn't want to be stared at anymore.]

[This is one guest Davesprite will most definitely pretend to be sleeping for. Or at least, he would have, if she had done something like knock.

But since she didn't, she catches him in a complete state of surprise. He stares at her for a split second with bright red eyes before his glasses are suddenly on his face like nothing ever happened. So much for pretense. Now he just has to stay something super clever and witty.]

Sup.

[Wow, talk about lame.]

[It was incredibly sad, but even that short trot had almost winded her. Not that she'd been shot through any organs or anything; she was still just getting used to the tightness in her side every time she moved the wrong way. She rubs at her side as she closes the door, just barely catching a glimpse of crimson before it's all black reflective glass on his face.

Smooth. But she's mostly used to it, by now.

Nill raises her free hand in a short wave before making her way towards his bedside. She adds a shrug as she walks. Not much was up, just half her friends being hospitalized or recently dead. The usual. She scoots a chair up and plops down, bag in her lap. Nill cocks her head to the side, too birdlike for words, rebounding the question. Sup, Dave?]

[Davesprite watches her move and act, until she rebounds his question. Luckily for her, he speaks bird rather fluently.]

Oh you know. Hangin' out. Watching paint peel. Enjoying free food.

[If Dave didn't speak bird, their "conversations" would just take ten times longer. But since he does and he answers, she pulls a face at his mention of the food. No, it was gross, don't even talk like that.

But that was why she'd come prepared. As if she has the biggest secret slash surprise in the world, Nill hefts her bag on to the side of his bed, careful to avoid smashing his tail. She flips the buckles open and moves the top to reveal her stash of baked goods. She cocks an eyebrow, a smile playing at her lips.]

[Dave blinks and frowns, scratching at his neck so a few orange feathers fall out before he's distracted by what she has.]

Holy shit.

[Her eyes immediately hone in on those feathers and the scratching. Was he--yes, probably. The stress from having to go to the clinic might have triggered it. Nill feels some strange sense of satisfaction, even though this is probably the worst time for it. She knew he had to, at some point, it had only been a matter of time.

But she can mention it later. Right now, she needs to make him forget about that undoubtedly awful hospital food. She tips the bag in his direction; everything is in little baggies, easy to see. Pick your sweet, sugary poison, Dave.]

[He can't. Its too much. He spends a few minutes just staring, jaw hanging lightly. His stomach growls a bit unattractively as he reaches for the first bag in reach.

A bag of chocolate chip cookies. He's totally down with that.]

[Nill is a very, very patient girl. Besides, it's funny how long it takes him to choose, and she can't help but let her grin widen a bit. Maybe she had gone a little overboard, but she'd leave what was left in his room so he wouldn't have to suffer completely.

Once he grabs the cookies (excellent choice, if she did say so herself), she snags a brownie for herself. She moves the bag to the foot of his bed so she can lean on the side of it, maneuvering the pastry out of the bag before she starts munching. Careful not to let any crumbs fall, of course.]

[He doesn't waste time in shoveling them. While he had been eating what he had been given by the hospital, he had been starving since they had woken him up. He wasn't entirely sure if it was due to the stress of the situation, or if he was just eating to stave off the nightmares.

His while method is very haphazard, but he cleans off the bag in under a minute.]

[She's impressed, really. She's only about halfway done with her brownie once he's emptied the bag. To be fair, she'd always eaten slowly and very little--some kind of side-effect from having bird genes, she figured. Or maybe she just didn't have much of an appetite.

Nill cocks an eyebrow, and pauses at her own nibbling to grab the bag and lean it towards him again. She had plenty, really. Feel free to be a fatty, Dave.]

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