Jillian Macmillan will be your teenage dream. (observationist) wrote in flippedrpg, @ 2012-11-14 23:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | ch: blood: jillian macmillan, ch: blood: remus lupin, p: ari, p: rachael |
who: Jill and Remusblood
what: taking care of an injured girl?
where: on the outskirts of the jungle
when: nightfall
rating/status: SFW, in progress
Jill hadn't penned many of her deeper thoughts. Those had been pushed away only to resurface the moment she heard another Remus was missing. It had sent her into a panic, and the only way to alleviate that was to help Sirius from baby world find his own companion. When they hadn't, she had waved him on ahead of her, content to walk back and collect her thoughts, which had been going well until she had slipped. Dabbing her head with a few fingers, she had guesstimated where she was cut from the jagged rock, taping a bandage to the area as she had wrote in her journal.
The world felt blurry. Jill wasn't even sure that was completely possible, but that's how it felt. Her vision wasn't cloudy, and she could still stand if she concentrated hard enough, but the concentration caused an aching pulsing in her temples that in turn caused more blood to seep from the wound on her head. She was surprised that she was still forming coherent sentences, and though she didn't bother to read them back once responses came, Jill began to feel slightly embarrassed.
She was plainly terrified of all of the versions of Remus leaving, and if things were to continue, a sinking feeling told her that hers would be next. She didn't want that, and telling him her fear was unplanned, which only terrified her further. Jill wasn't even sure she would be saying these things if she had been well. This wasn't like the apple cider incident while she was in Omicron. Walking away from answering could have happened. In her foggy state, she was beginning to say things she didn't like to feel; didn't allow herself to feel. Sending up sparks periodically, Jill sighed as she waited, the heaviness of exhaustion setting upon her. Don't fall asleep, Jilly, she chided herself gently, the dizziness continuing. Looking down at herself, she noted the dried blood on her dress, and, low on bandages, made do with what she had.
Ripping along the hemline, Jill retrieved a long stretch of fabric, wetting it with water before wiping it along her face. Quickly realizing the stupidity of that move, Jill winced as she moved the cloth away, more dirt upon it. With nothing to do, she set off another round of sparks, unsure if they were orange or pink still, and waited for Remus; a nervous feeling in her stomach.