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[Daneca is looking for Scott and Cassel. She goes looking for Scott first, however. He told her that he was hunkering down in the infirmary and the moment all of the noises outside her cabin stop, Daneca makes a beeline for the infirmary in that direction. Of course, by then, Scott's gone. She could just make a post to the network to try and track him and Cassel both down, but Daneca isn't thinking entirely clearly. She just wants to find them and make sure they're okay. Somehow, she manages to keep it to a fast walk.]
[She makes her way through the halls and knocks on each of their cabins.]
[Once Daneca has managed to find Scott and Cassel, she makes her way up to the deck, moving into the garden to just sit in the quiet for a while.]
private - stiles.
So I realize this is possibly not a good time, but um, I thought that we should talk. Since I know that Scott told you about me. About what I can do, I mean.
[A beat.]
And he probably already told you that I know, too.
[Scott probably really can't keep anything from Stiles.]
I just wanted to say thank you. For not telling anybody else. It means a lot because while I know you and Scott are best friends and you'd take each other's secrets to the grave, you still don't owe me anything. You didn't have to keep that secret.
So thank you.
[Daneca is looking for Scott and Cassel. She goes looking for Scott first, however. He told her that he was hunkering down in the infirmary and the moment all of the noises outside her cabin stop, Daneca makes a beeline for the infirmary in that direction. Of course, by then, Scott's gone. She could just make a post to the network to try and track him and Cassel both down, but Daneca isn't thinking entirely clearly. She just wants to find them and make sure they're okay. Somehow, she manages to keep it to a fast walk.]
[She makes her way through the halls and knocks on each of their cabins.]
[Once Daneca has managed to find Scott and Cassel, she makes her way up to the deck, moving into the garden to just sit in the quiet for a while.]
private - stiles.
So I realize this is possibly not a good time, but um, I thought that we should talk. Since I know that Scott told you about me. About what I can do, I mean.
[A beat.]
And he probably already told you that I know, too.
[Scott probably really can't keep anything from Stiles.]
I just wanted to say thank you. For not telling anybody else. It means a lot because while I know you and Scott are best friends and you'd take each other's secrets to the grave, you still don't owe me anything. You didn't have to keep that secret.
So thank you.
spamadocious
[He opens up with one shoe half-on and his shirt hideously wrinkled, Ilia riding his shoulder like a parrot.]
Daneca? You're okay. [Thank God.]
spamadocious...
Are you?
[Glancing at the cat on his shoulder, she assumes so. But it's probably better to ask and be sure all the same. Especially since he seems to be somewhat of a mess, cat aside.]
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[He looks at Ilia, who looks at him, then turns back to Daneca.]
Yeah, I guess so. A little disoriented, but I've had worse weeks.
You find Scott yet?
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I'm sure he's okay though. He was in the infirmary with Allison. Visiting. Not actually hurt, I mean.
[She'll feel a little better when she sees him though for herself.]
[awkward girlfriend infirmary spam]
It was miserable, but she wasn't complaining. She was making a point of not complaining. She was smiling for her friends, laughing, and moving more than she could actually tolerate to keep them from worrying more than they already were. The looks she'd seen when she first woke up...
She was trying to take a nap and failing when someone came into the infirmary, a pretty girl with dark hair who looked about her age. Opening her eyes and rolling her head to the side, Allison was pale and haggard looking, her frown of concern only making her look worse as she spoke, voice thin and taut with pain.]
Are you looking for someone?
[the best kind of spam]
[Still, she won't be rude. She smiles, weakly, and speaks softly if only out of concern that she doesn't want to disturb anyone else or wake this girl up too much.]
Yeah, I'm looking for Scott. You haven't seen him, have you?
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...except he's not. He hasn't wandered far from her side since she woke up, none of the pack have, but she finally got bitchy about it. He must have snuck out while she was dozing...sneaky Alpha jerk.
The thought comes with fondness, though, as she huffs, hoping he went to get some sleep of some food.]
He was here earlier...I don't actually know how long it's been. [Her head rolls back towards the new girl as she wrinkles her nose.] I tried to sit up without help earlier...nearly blacked out from the pain. I was being a brat, I guess.
[Her expression sobers and grows vaguely cold, her voice quiet.] I've never been dead before.
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I haven't either, [she says.] The deathtoll... It's always sucked, but it never used to be this bad. I don't know what changed to make it like this.
[Daneca shakes her head a little. She knows that's probably not the most helpful thing to say, but she would like to believe if it could be changed like this, it could change to something better.]
Is there anything I can get you or do for you?
[That is probably a little more helpful even if Allison might be sick of hearing that from people for one day.]
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Because this wasn't going to be the last time she was going to die.
She rolled her head towards the girl as she sat down, noting the gloves she wore with some curiosity. She seemed nice enough, and she was friends with Scott...Allison decided she liked her.
She shrugged at her question, wincing as she did. Swallowing thickly past the way the pain tightened her throat, she shook her head.]
I'm fine, but thanks. I appreciate it. [She pauses, then narrows her eyes into slits with a shadow of a smile.] There is one thing...if Scott hasn't eaten when you find him? Smack him upside the head for me. Then feed him. If you're a friend of his, you can get away with it.
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She wasn't technically one of the ones that got brought here because she needed medical attention. More like she stumbled in towards the end and wound up hunkering down to wait out the storm.
When Daneca comes in she looks up at her slowly.]
Oh. Hey. [She shuts her eyes for a second, clearly thinking.] Um. Daneca, right?
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Yeah. [It's only when she comes a little closer that she notices how tired Needy looks as well as the bandages on her arms.] Are you okay?
[A beat as Daneca realizes that might be a stupid question. She's sitting in the infirmary.]
I mean-- You're not deathtolling, are you?
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I think that's pretty brave, actually. Maybe a little reckless, but that's still brave.
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[She moves on, fast. Not wanting to linger over it.]
How about you? What happened to you, during the whole thing?
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Oh. Yeah, no, it's not a problem.
[He looks and feels like crap, partially from stabbing himself in the gut and partially from Allison dying again even though she's awake now, but he manages to smile faintly.]
I mean, I don't owe you anything, no, but...Scott cares about you and... [He shrugs. Scott seems happier when he's talking about Daneca. And they might not know each other well, but that kind of means she's included in the circle of people he wants to keep safe. Because Scott has lost too many people already.]
Scott's like my brother? I mean, there's pretty much nothing I wouldn't do for him. And I hope it didn't...make things weird between the two of you, that he told me. It's just...we've sort of always told each other everything and I would never repeat anything like that to anyone unless it was like a life or death situation. [Or if he isn't himself, but he's not ready to touch on that with her yet.]
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Things were a little weird, I just-- I guess it's not so much that he told you, but he told you without asking me first.
[Because okay, sure, she doesn't have any reason to outright trust Stiles all by herself. But she does trust Scott a lot more than she does most people. So if he said Stiles could keep that secret, she'd believe him.]
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[Which probably isn't entirely reassuring given that they don't know each other that well yet, but he hopes it helps a little since they both trust Scott.]
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Nothing that jumps to mind at the moment. I mean if you want to talk about any of it, I'll listen.
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spamalama
It's not all physical. He knows it's not. Scott dropped face first onto his bed when he got back, and he hasn't moved since, staring at the edge of his night stand. Allison died again, because he wasn't fast enough. He can't save her in any world, not even here.
When the knock comes, Scott drags himself up, wiping his eyes on his sleeve before he goes to answer. And when he sees Daneca, not looking like death warmed over, just worried and alive and fine, he folds around her, hugging tightly.]
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[And then he's wrapped his arms around her, holding her in a tight and warm embrace. Daneca closes her eyes and is still for a moment, reminding herself that she deserves this, she deserves Scott. Only then can she allow herself to hold him back.]
Are you okay? [she asks quietly.]
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[It's the only honest answer he has, and he offers it quietly over her shoulder. For another moment he just holds her, eyes closed. He can smell her shampoo, he can smell soap, he can smell her, and he can't smell blood. He can smell her worry, too, and something else maybe, something he doesn't want to figure out. For a moment, he lets it wrap around him like a cocoon. He needs it, even if it's only for a few seconds.
When he does straighten, he shakes his head, keeps his hands light on her arms.]
I'm not hurt.
spamalama
What happened?
[She knows about Allison and has a feeling that might be what's wrong with Scott, but something else could have happened as well.]
spamalama
Allison died.
[He rubs a hand over his face, grinding his heel into the spot above his right eye where a headache refuses to go away.]
She jumped in front of Stiles.
[Another worry. He knows how Stiles works. He knows how he'll blame himself.]
Zane killed her with a nail.
[It would be fair to say he wasn't himself. But Scott isn't feeling very fair right now.]