134th Box [Video]

[playwitchu]

*The communicator turns on to show first the image of Xi, completely covered in blankets and her face still rosey, sleeping. She wiggles a little before letting out a small noise before her eyes goes to slowly open. She goes to lift a hand to stare at it before looking towards the comm.*

What... What is this? How long have I been asleep?

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[determined-dad.livejournal.com]

[ Ethan is asleep about three feet away, curled on his side on the floor. There is an empty bowl nearby filled with the remnants of chicken noodle soup, a couple cups - one still holding half it's volume of water, a box of kleenex, and Xi might notice the cool wet rag that has slipped from her forehead.

The man seems to be having troubled dreams - he twitches and trembles in his sleep. ]

[action]

[playwitchu]

And she wants that cloth back. She looks towards the sound of another person and blinks as it was Ethan. She goes to slowly roll to her side in order to reach over towards him to try and wake him.

"Ethan... San? Ethan-san wake up..."

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[determined-dad.livejournal.com]

[ The man's brow furrows, then his eyes open. He stares at Xi in surprise, then relief. ]

You're awake.

[ He blinks back tears and wipes them away on his sleeve. ]

How are you feeling?

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[playwitchu]

She reaches over to try and touch his face.

"How long have I been asleep?"

She keeps her eyes at half closed and her face still rosy.

"Weird... And unusual. Warm."

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[determined-dad.livejournal.com]

[ He pulls away from her touch, expression confused. ]

A-about a week. You collapsed suddenly... you've been sick.

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[playwitchu]

*She really doesn't have the strength to pursue him and shakes her head.*

A week?.. It felt longer.

*And now she goes to pout just a little, confused by that statement.*

But I don't get sick.

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[determined-dad.livejournal.com]

[ He's thinking, counting to himself, then nods his head in slow confirmation. ]

It was a week.

[ He swallows at her pout, getting to his feet carefully, still stumbling with sleep. But he's disconcerted by her mannerisms and wants to put some distance between them. ]

You had a high fever and wouldn't wake up - I guess if that's normal for you...you weren't sick.

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[Sick baby is not good.]

Sai?

[playwitchu]

*Sick baby blinks.*

Mother?

[followvoices.livejournal.com]

You're not well.

Where are you?

[playwitchu]

Home.

*Yes, her voice is deeper now.*

[followvoices.livejournal.com]

Home.

Home implies an emotional attachment.



I'm not a doctor.