Eloise Stamp (stampitout) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2012-08-15 21:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2012 [08] august, ellie |
WHO: Ellie & David.
WHEN: August 15, evening.
WHERE: E&D's room.
WHAT: Talks and things. Ellie gets a memory back.
RATING: Mediumm? Idk.
Ellie wasn't sure why it had been surprising, to see David in the door of the infirmary. He'd come for her as he always did, despite the journal or anything in it -- and if she hadn't been sick from nerves before, that had certainly been enough to do it. A part of her hadn't expected to see him, even if he'd been adamant that she would: nothing is awful enough, those had been the words. Ellie may have lost the memory, but she'd been so sure it was bad, the kind of bad that couldn't reasonably be ignored by anyone as good as David.
And yet, here they were. Opening the door to the apartment. Normal-ish. Ellie had been too lost in thought to take David's hand, though she'd smiled at him once or twice, making remarks about Odie and O'Brien and the strange thread of theory beginning to take shape between them. We're trying so hard.
Entering the room was difficult, though. Entering the room meant accepting what he'd read, and accepting that he hadn't gone anywhere. Ellie would have to tell him everything soon. Now that this had happened, there was very little left to make excuses about, even if there was a darkness in her mind regardless. She found herself imagining that he'd tell her now, tell her it was time for her to move into her own room again.
It didn't help that she still wasn't feeling well: her head ached, and her stomach was a swirling, heavy mass.
Ellie sat shakily on the bed, Dog's head immediately in her lap; she patted the animal's giant forehead for a moment or two before coaxing her away, the command a whisper.
There was a moment of silence then, bizarre and weighted. Ellie moved to unbutton her blouse, throwing it on a pile of unsorted papers; then she lay backward, drawing her hands upward and over her eyes.
"Thank you for walking me."