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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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miami_angel97
2009-02-20 06:27 pm UTC (link)

Laura smiled and shook her head before announcing to Astor that she did not have a fever. Astor smiled back gratefully. "Good," she said. Her stomach still didn't feel very good, but it made her happy to know that she wasn't getting sick. At least it would only last until her belly settled and hopefully that would only be until a little later today. Maybe she could still play Candyland with Gray after all...

She shivered a little when Laura's hand smoothed over her forehead. "Your hands are cold," she gasped in surprise.

Astor watched as Laura pulled up a chair and the little girl's heart sank a little. That was Mom's chair. She sat in it to read bedtime stories to Cody in the original copy of this same room; the one back in Miami. She pushed the thought away, because there was no way Laura would know. Astor highly doubted that even if she did, that Laura would be sitting in that chair out of spite. She just wanted a place to sit that wasn't on the edge of Astor's bed and maybe Cody's bed was too far away for Laura.

The other woman took a necklace out from beneath her shirt and held it out for Astor to see, explaining what it was as Astor looked at it. "It's really pretty," she whispered, all but sitting on her hands not to touch it as Laura paused to crack her neck and nod to herself.

Astor liked stories. Laura's was interesting so far and came with pretty props. Her belly still ached, but she barely noticed it as she listened when Laura went on. The story was sadder the further Laura went on.

Was that really possible? That someone could be dead and---

Yes. Because Spike was dead. Had been for over a hundred years. Actually, come to think of it, his hands had been cold, too. And Laura was prettier than Spike had been when he'd put on his real face, so she had that going for her.

...but then something stirred and Astor looked back at Laura with a thoughtful expression. The Inside Shadow saw an opportunity and Astor's brain hadn't quite caught up with it yet. While she mulled it over, though, she replied. "Well, if you're trying to do things better, maybe that's all he really needs," she suggested.

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