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sliceitwithwind ([personal profile] sliceitwithwind) wrote2009-03-29 04:49 pm
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Braig is the one who makes the phone call, leaving a message on Aya's machine. "Hey, babe, Dilan can't make it tonight. Woke up with a fever. Call back when you've got the chance."
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[personal profile] mitochondriaaya 2009-04-08 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ben thought it be cool to do your two weeks of sick instead of sporadic sick days during the year. i get to tell him no." she tweaked his nose gently.
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[personal profile] mitochondriaaya 2009-04-08 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
That made her chuckle and drape her arm across his chest "Dilan, sweetie, most nine year olds are. Geniuses aside." she pointed out. "He's actually rather bright for the general average. He just thinks your way wastes less time..."
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[personal profile] mitochondriaaya 2009-04-08 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'll include that in my 'no Ben, no' speech." she laughed, taking the tugging as an invitation to cuddle along his side. Yes, she'd waited for an invitation because she wasn't sure how much illness made him hurt and where.
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[personal profile] mitochondriaaya 2009-04-09 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
She smells like she's been using Braig's shampoo actually. She forgot hers. Remembered everything else, forgot the shampoo...

"Missed you" she murmured very, very quietly into his shoulder. "It's December 19th." she offered. Hey, dates were nifty for coma patients?
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[personal profile] mitochondriaaya 2009-04-09 02:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"Least I can do." she countered easily, the arm she wasn't currently laying on lifting to start drawing idle patterns on his chest. What? He was petting her! It was a perfectly understandable counter move! "Do you dream while you're under?" she asked idly.
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[personal profile] mitochondriaaya 2009-04-10 06:06 am (UTC)(link)
She liked drawing patterns on Dilan. She was incredibly grateful that he liked to be drawn on, so..."Hell." she sighed "If I had known that I'd have kept reading for you. The sounds of report writing must have gotten really repetitive..."
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[personal profile] mitochondriaaya 2009-04-10 05:47 pm (UTC)(link)
She looked at his hand for a moment, studying the lines across it, then wrapped her fingers in his tightly. "Okay, if you say so." next time she'd probably read still.
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[personal profile] mitochondriaaya 2009-04-11 10:30 am (UTC)(link)
"Don't apologize" she sighed, lifting their hands just enough to give his chest a thump. Tiny thump. "I want you well. Feverish and weak is a step in the right direction from coma." she pointed out wryly.
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[personal profile] mitochondriaaya 2009-04-11 06:39 pm (UTC)(link)
He winced, she winced, and pressed a kiss to his shoulder in apology. "Thank you"
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[personal profile] mitochondriaaya 2009-04-12 06:14 am (UTC)(link)
"I love you to." right here, right now, it didn't seem sappy to say that. "Get some sleep, I'm not going anyway okay?"
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[personal profile] mitochondriaaya 2009-04-13 06:15 am (UTC)(link)
And she did just as she said she would. She stayed put. She hadn't slept well while he was in the coma, and his heartbeat was...soothing. It was perfectly acceptable to nap with the sick person wasn't it?