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Astor Bennett wants to kill things (miami_angel97) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2009-02-15 02:58:00

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astor bennett, complete, day 32, laura moon

Day 32
Who: Astor Bennett and Laura Moon
What: Astor's not feeling well and can't figure out the thermometer
When: Day 32, morning
Where: B214, Astor's room
Status: Incomplete
Rating: G

When Laura agreed to come over and help her out, Astor shut her journal, tucked it neatly between the mattresses and rolled over in bed, groaning and clutching the teddy bears (one with a hot water bottle inside it, as per Rose's suggestion) tightly. Her eyes fluttered shut and she furrowed her brow against an uncomfortable flop of protest from her stomach after having rolled over. She really hoped that her bellyache was just that. That perhaps she'd indulged in too much sugar against Sam, Sam Winchester's advice. At least if it was that, she'd feel better sooner and she could play Candyland with Gray.

Being stuck in bed was sucky already, but being stuck in bed without Cody to talk to or Mom to make her feel better? That sucked the big one. It was almost as bad as being sick when she was at the neighbor's house cuz Mom and Dex both had to work at night. As far as Astor was concerned, there was nothing worse than being sick and not being at home. It made it easier for her that her room here looked identical to the one at home, but still. It wasn't home.

A knock on the door made Astor open her eyes again. Her mom would kill her for not getting up to look through the peep hole to check who it was, but she didn't want to move and it was probably Laura, anyway. "Come on in," she called out miserably, closing her eyes again.

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spitandviolets
2009-02-16 11:35 pm UTC (link)

Laura usually didn't knock. It was a social grace that she had forgotten. However, she did like children, and she did remember how they worked. They did not like to be frightened, unpleasantly surprised, or told the truth. She would have to, then, do her best with this Astor. It began with her remembering to announce herself. When Astor told her to enter, she was already turning the doorknob. She let herself into the room, quickly studying it to the best of her ability, which was pretty good. As she surveyed, however, her gaze found the girl, and compassion filled her core. The poor thing looked miserable.

Making her way silently to the bathroom, she grabbed a facecloth and ran it under cool water. It would be easier, this way, to explain the frigid nature of her hands. Making her way to the side of the girl's bed, she seated herself. She'd made sure to put on a little extra perfume; children were exceptionally perceptive. What the sick little girl needed was comfort, not confusion.

"You do not look well," she observed, gently setting the cloth on the bedside table. She grabbed the thermometer and began studying it. Easy. This was an under the tongue kind. It was probable that, since the planet had provided it, she would not need to wipe it down with an alcohol swab. Only one person's germs would be on it.

Looking down at the curled up girl, Laura saw herself in a way. Her own mother had never bothered to care for her when she was sick. The woman was always too busy doing things for her sister. Her father was oftentimes her savior, but he died, and then she was alone. "Is there anything that you need before I take your temperature?"

She paused, fell silent for a moment, and then remembered something important. "I am called Laura Moon. It is nice to meet you, Astor."

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miami_angel97
2009-02-18 03:11 pm UTC (link)

Astor looked over her shoulder when she felt Laura sit down, feeling too uncomfortable to try to move again, knowing it would upset her stomach even more. "Well," she said slowly, with something akin to a weak smile, "I don't feel very good."

Maybe it was the way that the light was hitting the other woman, but to Astor, she looked really pale. The girls in Astor's class always picked on her for not having a tan like the rest of them; they'd have a field day with this lady. Astor's fair skin had never done well in the Miami sun, tending to burn rather than tan any time she would try to sneak outside without letting Mom put on the sunscreen. But Laura was way more pale than Astor, if the light wasn't playing tricks from the awkward angle at which Astor was looking at the other woman.

And her eyes...both of them looked like that time when Astor and Cody had gotten a little too into their wrestling match and Cody had taken a knee to the eye. Astor had been in big trouble for that one, because Cody had screamed his head off. Even that, though, was only one eye. "What happened to your eyes?" she found herself asking at the same time she was thinking it. She paused. "Sorry, never mind. None of my business. I didn't mean to be rude," she apologized. Yeah, Mom would totally ground her forever if she ever found out... Geez, it was hard to be polite when there was no one to give you dirty looks as a warning when you started to say something that was rude or nosy.

Laura asked if there was anything Astor needed before the other woman took her temperature and Astor shook her head. "Just tell me how to do it so I can do it by myself next time I need to?" she asked.

Slowly - very slowly - Astor rolled over to face Laura, when she introduced herself. She'd need to, anyway, so that Laura could take her temperature. Her stomach only protested a little this time, though, luckily. "Nice to meet you, too," Astor replied. "Thank you for coming over to help me," she added with another weak, tired smile.

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