April Nichols (lostlittlelamb) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2013-03-24 10:50:00 |
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Words of comfort had never been April’s strong suit. But despite that she knew she had to try and be there for DJ, I mean that’s what a person was supposed to do for someone they cared about, right? And DJ was going through what had to be hell, what with his brother being in quarantine now for close to six days now. There was no sign of a changing though, which even she knew was a positive sign – a really positive sign. Sleeping on the bedroll wasn’t necessarily comfortable, and Dr. Samson hadn’t been thrilled with the idea of her spending a portion of her recovery time down in quarantine. But this was one of those moments were April’s rebellious streak shone through – it had to, really. Because she knew that if the roles were reversed DJ would be down here with her, thus, she had to be down here with him – even if it meant her own recovery would take a couple more weeks. Small price to pay. Currently April was sitting with her nose in a book, allowing the silence to settle between them and hoping that this was enough to comfort DJ – because she still couldn’t find words that seemed even remotely comforting to say. Anything she did come up with just sounded hallow and false to her, like something people say when they have nothing else better to say – or don’t really know or care about the person they’re talking to. Closing the book she was reading with a faint ‘thud’, she waited a couple moments before looking in DJ’s direction. “Really enthralled with that book?” She asked quietly, shifting just a little bit closer to him. “Or did you want to try and teach me that game again?” The first time hadn’t gone horribly, although April was pretty sure you weren’t supposed to let your little character die off four times in a row, especially not within the first five minutes of playing. “Or I mean, we don’t have to,” April added quickly, still unsure if she was really pushing DJ to be social or not. Her goal had just been to give him company, but everyone so often she found herself with this weird urge to try and pull him out of his quiet moments. “It’s up to you, really.” At a lack for something to do with her hands April found herself pushing her hair out of her face and fiddling with the hem of her oversized sweater, the awkwardness she usually felt when dealing with emotional situations. |