Thursday November 20th 2008
Who: Blue and Declan What: Playing Nurse Where: Declan's Apartment When: Afternoon Rating: PG 13 Note: In Progress
Rumor had it that Declan, one of the cuter and less fun security guards, was feeling ill. That was sad times. Blue didn't like him very much, but she did know him, and therefore she felt the need to go see him and make him feel well. Maybe they could be friends if he was sick, because sick people tended to be nicer and less strict to people who brought them soup. And Blue was bringing soup, and crackers, and some ginger ale because that was the diet of the sick person.
She knew he couldn't get up and open the door, so she was kind enough to let herself into his apartment, making sure to keep quiet in case he was sleeping. "Hello?" she called softly, looking about. It was a nice space, a little too earthy for her tastes but whatever suited him. Finally she found him, and she gave him a bright, warm grin. "I'm going to help!" she declared, quite certain that her offerings, on top of her outfit, would make him feel much better. It took a few days, but Wesley finally relented to let Declan out of the infirmary and back to his flat. Declan liked to joke that it was only because Wes hadn't gotten any further with the dryad that he'd wanted him to stay. The worst of the illness had passed, they'd hoped, and Dec seemed to be feeling better but he was still exhausted. Having never been sick before was really doing a number on his body. So with the help of Keely, he'd managed to crawl into his apartment and collapse on the sofa. It was closer to the kitchen and easier to get out of than the bed when he needed to rush to the bathroom. As soon as he'd gotten in, he'd fallen asleep.
And stayed that way uintil he heard someone in his apartment. He thought for a moment it was Keely, coming back to try to care for him, but the voice was different. Far more perky at the moment. Opening his eyes he took in the petite brunette, trying to place her. "Blue, right?"
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Grinning, Blue nodded enthusiastically, coming over to kneel beside the couch. "Yep, that's me. I wanna make you feel better. So! I brought crackers and soda and soup, all that sicky stuff that people like. I dunno what tree people like though, I thought maybe Miracle Gro but I dunno if you'd wanna just eat that or what... canm't imagine it tastes too good..." She paused another moment for thought, then shrugged it off. "Anyway! I'm here to play nursie. Hence the outfit. Anything you need, little sapling?"
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Blue sure talked a lot to someone with a killer headache, but Declan wasn't going to mention that to her. The last time they met, it hadn't ended well and yet she was here now to try to make him feel better. It would be a jerk that would complain and Declan wasn't a jerk. "Thank ye, love. If I had the energy ta shift, the Miracle Gro would be lovely. For now, soup and crackers are just fine." It took a bit of effort, but Declan managed to sit himself up, leaning against the arm of the sofa with a couple pillows behind him. "Have a seat, if ye'd like."
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His voice was all scratchy and it was very sad, made obvious by the perfect little pout on Blue's lips. "Oh no, it's okay. I don't mind the floor. You should be comfortable." Patting his knee, she got to her feet, placing the goods on the table and busying herself in them (thus bending over right in front of Declan). "Ginger ale first, I think... I think it's real ginger which is good for your tummy but I'm sorry that it's a plant." She hoped he didn't know any ginger roots. Unscrewing the cap, she handed him the little bottle, giving an encouraging smile.
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Declan chuckled, though the sound was a little hoarse. "It's alright, lass. There are some plants whose purpose is to nourish others." Accepting the bottle with a soft smile and a nod, he took a sip, considering. "Actually, I should call ye Ma'am. Ye're older than me, aye?" He thought that's what the file said, but he couldn't remember for some reason. Bloody sickness.
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That pout changed to a frown at the word 'ma'am'. "You call me lass," she told him sternly, pointing a finger. "I don't care how old I am, I refuse to be a ma'am." The grin soon returned though, as she watched him drink, feeling pleased with herself. He looked so pitiful, like he'd never been sick a day in his life and didn't know how to do it stoically. All sick boys looked that way. With a little sigh, she leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his forehead, letting them linger a moment. He was warm, warmer than he should have been. "My mom used to say that kisses could fix any boo boo," she told him gently. "I always felt better when I was sick and she kissed my forehead. Maybe it will help."
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"Aye, lass," Dec smiled obediently, sipping more of the gingered ale. The smile broadened slightly at the kiss and he glanced up as she backed away. He didn't have to raise his head much with Blue being so petite, but he didn't mind. It meant his noggin was swirling around. "Me mum used ta say the same. I think mothers are a wee bit smarter than we like ta believe." It took him a moment before Declan realized that Blue was in his apartment. He usually left the door locked. "If ye dunnae mind me asking, how did ye get in?"
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Maybe moms were smart, but Blue wasn't so sure. After all, she'd had a mother, and she had chosen to leave that mother. It was so long ago she couldn't much remember why, though. Funny the things you chose to forget.
The question brought her back around though. "Oh!" she declred happily, "I broke in. Picked the lock. You want some crackers?"
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He should have realized that a basic bolt lock in a school for supernaturals wasn't going to hold anyone out, but Declan had hoped. Of course, he wasn't upset Blue had come in. He just wished he'd been more presentable for company. "Aye, crackers would be nice."