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Helena Wells-Quinzel is H.G. Wells (indelibleink) wrote in makebelievelog,

This bout of illness had been a slightly uncharacteristic one for Helena. After all, she was perhaps the worst patient in the world, as was evidenced by all the fuss she'd put up when Myka and Claudia had taken her to the hospital the week before, and then her incredibly sour mood the following day. While she still had a few of her tantrums here and there, it was no where the normal occurrence level for her when ill. No, this time she'd had other things on her mind that detracted her from lashing out at people. First it had been Finnick's post, to which she'd replied when she still had a fever and really had no control over what she said. Or typed, rather. Things she'd kept bottled up inside had started to come to light then, such as the fact she couldn't quite understand how someone could see any good in her when she herself didn't even see it.

Then today had come Gwen's post. Helena had yet to really come to terms with her death, if only because she knew it would be reversed anyway from what she'd seen on the television show about them all. So in a way, her death wouldn't exactly matter, nor would it have even happened for anyone other than Artie, so it was a non-factor. But what really caught Helena was when Gwen called her a heroine. Helena considered herself anything but a heroine. She wasn't noble nor was she one who would sacrifice for the greater good. Of course she'd been both in that moment, and faced death with grace. She had only just started down the path to not labeling herself as the villain of her own life, so she was far from accepting that she could be a heroine in anyone's eyes.

When she'd initially texted Claudia, she was aiming for keeping things vague. It wasn't that she wanted to avoid the topic so much as she felt weird asking if Claudia thought she was a hero for what she'd done. It was a title and praise she didn't feel worthy of bearing given the things she'd done in her past. Yes people changed, but she didn't yet deserve to be called a hero.

Though her focus had shifted upon getting Claudia's text about Steve being gone. The return text asking if he'd been sent back home or had just gone out was no doubt unnecessary, but Helena had wanted to ask regardless so she wouldn't misinterpret anything. And Claudia didn't need to ask if she could come down, the door would always be open to her whenever she needed it. So after telling Claudia she was more than welcome, Helena alerted Myka to Steve being sent home and Claudia coming down for some company. When the knock came, Helena unwrapped the blanket she'd gotten from Santa from around her and went to answer the door. She was no doubt still on the pale side, which wasn't new to her as she always was pale, but she was paler than was normal for her, but she wasn't contagious any longer and her symptoms had begun to fade away, though her cough was still firmly in place.

Upon opening the door as seeing Claudia all ready crying, Helena didn't say anything. She didn't really need to, not yet. Instead, she drew Claudia into the room, closed the door and pulled her into a hug. She knew the younger woman wasn't precisely a hugger, and Helena wasn't exactly one either, but this situation called for a hug.