Scootaloo is not a chicken (notachicken) wrote in angellogs, @ 2013-08-20 14:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !trigger warning, eponine thenardier, scootaloo |
"...Words are hard!"
Who: Scootaloo and Éponine Thénardier
What: Scoot finds himself sat on by an injured Éponine and takes her into the hospital.
When: Backdated about 5 weeks ago.
Where: East Haven, Connecticut.
Rating: PG-13 at most, for slight hinting at body problems. TW for mention of abuse and blood.
Status: Complete!
Scootaloo had not been expecting this. One minute was racing around with Rainbow Dash, the next is a weird creature with.. Boy parts. Not that Scoot is complaining of course. So, a he now? That works. Never quite felt right as a girl. HE kept to himself for most of the day, randomly walking around different places.
He was dressed thankfully, in white jeans, shoes, and a white and purple shirt. Scoot was simply sitting in the park when out of nowhere there was suddenly someone on top of him. “Watch it!” Shook his head to brush the blindness from sudden looking at the sun out and looked down to see...
This wasn’t the best entry to a universe ever. True, it’d ripped Éponine from the very brink of death, but it hadn’t seen fit to close up either of the wounds - the one on her hand was minor compared to her chest wound, which was still steadily soaking through the fabric of her shirt.
The shock that’d prevented her from feeling it may well’ve been starting to fade, all for the worse. She vaguely recognised English, but couldn’t quite scrape enough of her thoughts together to respond... any attempt just ended up becoming a pained moan, her wounded hand pressed tight against her chest.
Where he was from was obviously nothing like her. But he did know injury when it was seen. She didn’t even have to speak. He stood up and picked her up, mostly because he felt he had to get her to wherever would help her. They had to have hospitals here right? Stretching his wings out he tried to get them to work correctly.
They made loud noises as they flapped and he pushed off into the air and looked for the universal H for hospital on a sign. “I’ll help you.” Wouldn’t be right to leave her like this. He soared down to look over the city better before holding tight and zoomed down to the front, holding his hand gently on her head against her hair as he walked in.
What in the world...? Was this man an angel? Had she been snatched from the jaws of death in Marius’ arms just to die in this strange and unfamiliar world? Éponine couldn’t pretend she understood any of this... but he was warm, his arms were comforting, and she could at least use that as a distraction.
When Scoot stepped inside he handed her off to the nurses who rushed her back to deal with the bleeding and the bullet wounds. Now he did leave, but only for a moment to see if he could somehow get some form of other clothing. For some reason in this world he actually had an address, as he found in a card in his pocket.
He rushed there and found a key and an unusual object on the front step. He got into the flat and found clothes which took forever to figure out how to put on! Once dressed he headed back. Now he could have left her there. Could have focused on figuring things out but something in him made him do otherwise.
His wait in the hospital when he got back was not was not a pleasant one. He always got antsy and fidgety, dammit. It’s actually several hours but he managed to wait without exploding! That should count for something. Scoot remembered it being a good thing to bring something to someone in a hospital so he got the ‘prettiest’ flowers he could. Prettiest by the cashier’s standards at least.
Scoot was led to the room and he looked at her, a little unsure what to do. He was bad at words okay?! Was she even awake, that was the thing...
Luckily for him, Éponine was indeed awake, if a little... bleary. You didn’t lose that much blood and not have some negative side-effects. Her eyes lit up when she saw him, recognising him as her saviour from the wings alone.
“You saved me...” She didn’t know if he’d understand. Maybe this universe had a way of accommodating for things like that? It.. seemed more than advanced enough to allow for it, at least to someone from the 1800s.
“Well duh. Couldn’t leave you hurt. Wouldn’t have been right!” Awkwardly pushed the flowers to her. “Uh... Here. Got these for you. I think they’re something called Daisies. No idea. Flowers were never my thing!” Pushed them onto her lap and pulled a wing forward to fidget with it.
Scoot was bad at things with someone he doesn’t know. So... “My name is Scootaloo but you can just call me Scoot if you want. Everypony else calls me that. Er... Everybody? I don’t know.”
This man was... interesting. Was he an angel? Éponine couldn’t tell for sure, and wasn’t really about to ask. It seemed almost sacrilegious to even consider it. “My name is Éponine. Éponine Thénardier... you’re the first person to ever give me flowers, you know.”
“Hi Éponine... you’re the first person I’ve ever given flowers to.” Scoot rocked on his heels a bit. “I’m sorry if they aren’t pretty. I was never for pretty things except y-” Uh... that’s new! He went quiet and looked around. What else did this body have! “So... Are you okay?”
Despite the massive amount of things they’d hooked her up to, Éponine managed to shrug. Doing so meant she finally caught sight of how much they’d bandaged her hand up, which did earn a face. “I... definitely been better. Ain’t like you can really get used to a bullet hole through you.”
“How did you get hurt, did somepony get angry with you?” Scoot asked as he grabbed a chair and moved it over. He made a weird grunt noise and reached down to shift. Well then, sitting on it is bad! Has to get used to that!
Éponine arched an eyebrow, but chose not to comment on that. It... probably wasn’t her place to ask. “Revolution is dangerous business. I put my hand over the muzzle of a musket... the Guardsman still fired. Bullet went through my hand, into me and out through my back.”
“What is a musket? A bullet... Revolution?” They didn’t really have those kinds of things in Equestria far as he knew! He rocked the chair back and forth. “Oh hey, don’t worry about hospital bills okay! I am apparently some kind of stunt man here I have money!” He found that out too when he looked through the thing he found.
That really wasn’t an easy thing to explain. Éponine might’ve been more educated than your average Parisian, despite what Marius had thought, but she couldn’t explain things like that to someone who clearly had no concept of what those things were.
“I... thank you, Monsieur.” Someone would do this for her? That seemed so impossible. “I don’t know how I can ever repay you...”
“You don’t have to! It’s all okay!” Grinned and stood up when a nurse came in and he flailed! “Is there a... Well..” Agh he doesn’t know how to do this. “Where do... Uhm.” So confused, but he is doing a certain ‘dance’.
Uh. This wasn’t awkward at all... it wasn’t like Éponine was in much of a state to comment on such things, which was probably for the best. “Can you... deal with him before you see to me?”
The nurse nodded and motioned him to the bathroom before tending to her. “You feeling alright? I have a menu for you to pick your lunch.” Looked over the charts and gave her another bag for the IV before handing her the paper menu. “I’ll return shortly.”
She left just as Scoot came out looking better! “I am going to have to get used to this body...” He muttered a bit louder. “Can’t even believe this. Do the other ponies that disappear come here?”
None of the things on that menu looked even remotely familiar to Éponine. Considering she’d become so used to the concept of going without food when one of her father’s schemes backfired... this world became stranger by the moment. “Are... you feeling okay now?”
“I guess so! Little hungry, but I’ll be okay!” Grinned and thought for a moment. “Hey! You can come stay with me! When you get all better. That way you won’t get hurt again. I don’t let people get hurt! Well... except that one time with the tree. BUT THAT WAS NOT MY FAULT!” Shifty eyes. Sweetie Belle would’ve liked to kill him for all the sap in her fur!
That last part hadn’t made any sense at all to Éponine, but she wasn’t about to ask questions. Maybe later, when they weren’t in this place. “The nurse gave me this. Maybe she can get you something too? I... don’t know how hospitals work here...”
It was certainly a far cry from the ones in Paris. Those tended to be run by nuns, silent as the grave and overrun by some of the most potent diseases known to mankind. Was it any wonder so many people died young?
“Well if it’s anything like Ponyville...” He took the menu and sat down, looking at the piece of paper. Everything was a little confusing, but he managed well enough. “Well, have you picked something?” Looked to her and gave a rather charming smile. He isn’t doing it intentionally. “I can help you pick... I mean back where I’m from we eat nothing but plants and stuff so... Yeah! I want to try new things! We can get the same and see if it’s good. And if not we can throw it at the nurse!”
Scoot laughed to himself and looked back down to figure you what was in the item he was looking at.
Something about that smile gave Éponine the strangest feeling, but she willed it down, not wanting to focus on something like that right now. “I don’t think she’d approve! Should work, though...”
She couldn’t afford to be picky when it came to food. Whatever they ended up with, she had no doubts that she’d probably eaten worse in the past, simply out of necessity.
“Okay!” Smiled brightly. “You can trust me I’ll get something awesome!” His wings fluttered and he hopped off the bed to go and look for the nurse again. When he came back he grinned again. “Everything is all ordered!” Sat at the foot of the bed and ever so gently poked her on the nose.
“So why did no one give you flowers before, you’re pretty and your voice sounds nice!” At least his mind was telling him she was pretty. Scoot chose to listen to this mind, his mind - WHATEVER!
That was a compliment Éponine hadn’t gotten in years. When she was younger, when her family had still owned that inn in Montfermeil, she’d gotten ones like it... but that was a long time ago. “Nobody thinks much of people like me and my family. Paris isn’t a friendly city.”
Not for anyone, really, but for the poor more than almost anyone. The Thénardiers’ reputations were further ruined by their trade, by how they went through their lives, and their associations with that rather notorious gang of her father’s.
“People like you?” Tipped his head slightly to the side. “Oh right. Different things... I used to be a pony. A pegasus! I was orange and had purple hair and we have princesses. I like one better than the other. And then there are awesome ponies like Rainbow Dash and... stuff!” Figures something is not right about her topic, so subject change for the win!
“So will you come with me to the place I have? I don’t want to be lonely and I don’t know a lot of things. I mean.. I was a girl pony... so.” Now he is blushing for some reason. A reason he does not know! “You don’t have to though! Awesome as it would be it’s not nice to force anyone to do anything! Except when it comes to eating sweets. Then it’s totally okay.”
The subject change was more than welcome. Éponine didn’t like talking about her family at the best of times... “I... don’t think I have anywhere to go, so. I’d like that.”
“Okay cool!” Flashed that charming smile up at her again and stood up and did a little dance. “But you gotta make two promises.” Held a finger out. “ONE! You have to be awesome... But you already seem that way so it’s okay. and -” Held two fingers up. “You have to like chocolate!”
Scoot thought for a moment. “Waaaaaait. You have to be two things, not promise two things. Words are hard!”
This man just got more and more confusing... and yet? Éponine was liking this! She couldn’t help but laugh, much as it made her chest wound hurt, shaking her head. “I’ll do what I can.”