Re: Loft: Selina & Robert & Eddie
[As he headed to the kitchen, Bruce heard the sound of the shifting bed, the soft rasp of fabric, the metallic burr of a zipper. Just before he filled up a glass, he heard her words, the sleep an added slur over the alcohol. And by the time he made it back to her bed, she was already well into drifting off, still zipped into that too-tight, half-destroyed suit. He'd wanted to check her for more injuries, but her breathing was already even in sleep.
So he carried a chair over, sat it close to the bed with barely a sound of the legs hitting the floor, and then sat himself on it, doing his best to breathe slow and deep, focus on thoughts and exercises that he'd almost perfected, things to center himself when everything threatened to tip over into things too large for him to deal with. And it took a while, a very long while (as Selina's breathing continued to stay slow and even and asleep), but he eventually found himself... better.
He thought about looking for further injuries, about carefully changing her out of the suit and into something more comfortable to sleep in. And if he'd known her better, he may have. But it was too mcuh of a line for him to cross, so he moved quietly around her apartment instead, moving around the kittens who were already treating him as a known quantity, returning once he was finished to lay things out on her bedside table for her. The water, some of that bread Eddie had brought over, some cheese. Nearby, more of the burn cream, clean gauze, and a few over-the-counter pain relievers. And a note:]
Selina,
Drink first. Eat second. Pain pills third. If you do it out of order, you'll probably throw up. The order is important. Shower with the bandage on, dry off, remove bandage, more cream, re-bandage. If you need help with the bandage, call me. If there are any more injuries that you need help with, call me. I expect you to see a doctor in the next two days. Either one here, or call me. If it gets worse, if you lose feeling, if it starts oozing a lot, if it starts to smell at all, call me. There is no reason for your arm to be any worse than it is right now. I'll check on you soon.
Please don't ever show me videos of Tony or you or anyone I know dying again.