WHO: Simon Tam + River Tam WHEN: Evening of May 13 WHERE: Simon's room WHAT: River has a seizure; Simon cries (or doctors) STATUS: Incomplete!
She put her shoes on because she was going to see her brother. (Which was generally how things were done now. If she knew she could get away with it, she didn't wear them. If she was seeing Simon, or someone who was likely to tell Simon, she didn't wear her shoes. She found the arguments tedious when she knew that she wouldn't hurt herself. Sure, this wasn't the safest place they'd ever been, but she didn't step blindly. She had gotten this far without hurting herself, after all.)
River had a handful of drawings, sketches, and paintings in hand when she descended upon Simon's room, letting herself in. He needed someone to brighten up his space, she thought, and drawing had become almost cathartic after endless days of being trapped underground. (Something that still made her skin crawl, but could be abated through a good conversation, drawing, or the intensity of the radio work. She needed the distractions, and deployed them in a methodical matter, helping to shut down synapses that snapped off alarms when the absence of the sky was noted.)
"Simon!" she called, weaving her way through the small spaces, searching for her brother. Really, he did take a lot of looking after, and it was almost a curiosity to not be housed with him after so much time spent together on the ship. (She was fearful that he would disappear into thin air though, and it was a constant pressure to not know that he was close at hand. She wandered at night, yes, and there was always some level of temptation to sneak in, just for a moment, and make sure that Simon was still present, still flesh and blood and grounded in this new and strange world.)