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Darius Alexander Summers (dasummers) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2008-11-04 10:43:00

Entry tags:

darius summers, ophelia

Who: Darius and Ophelia
What: meeting, chatting
Where: her hospital room
When: first thing in the morning
Warnings: I'm going to hazard a guess at cuteness

Darius whistled as he walked to the hospital. He'd made up a story that sounded plausible enough to him, and was ready to be interrogated at the check in center.

The woman behind the counter smiled at him, took his name, and told him which room to go to without any ado. Darius laughed a little at himself and went down the hallway, whistling, looking for Ophelia.

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	love_remember 2008-11-05 10:20 am UTC (link)
	She smiled again. "You are very kind," she said. "I daresay I have been more happy, even in this place, than I have been in my life." The only exception, really, was when Hamlet professed love for her. But it soon became apparent that he was willing to hurt her as well, which tainted that memory. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	dasummers 2008-11-05 10:42 am UTC (link)
	"I'm glad." He smiled in return, and touched her shoulder again. It occured to him that he'd gone a whole five minutes without being smacked. It was a record. "What do you do to pass the time, beside reading?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

love_remember
2008-11-05 10:49 am UTC (link)

"Not very much, I am afraid. Sometimes I look at one of those strange boxes with the pictures but I confess that I do not understand much that comes out of them. And then, of course, there is what they call 'counseling' but I do not get much advice from them..."

Ophelia would never strike a man. That would be one good way to have her teeth knocked in. Ophelia liked her teeth where they were, thank you.

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	dasummers 2008-11-05 11:06 am UTC (link)
	"The boxes are probably televisions. They might help you come to understand the culture here a little better. Think of it like a play. A play with interruptions. And the counselors are trying to treat problems you don't have, so their advice won't be great." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	love_remember 2008-11-05 01:05 pm UTC (link)
	Ophelia nodded. "A play. Well, I shall certainly try it if you think I should." She frowns. "I think I was mad, you know." She isn't entirely sure, but she does not feel particularly mad at the moment, however. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	dasummers 2008-11-05 01:07 pm UTC (link)
	"The play says that you were. I don't know. I only know that you're handling this better than a lot of people I've seen. There's a woman here, Emma Frost, who is able to help people with, um, madness, get better." He blushed a little at the archaic term. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	love_remember 2008-11-05 01:11 pm UTC (link)
	"Perhaps it is only because I am barely venturing out...I have not seen it...out there." She makes a gesture out of her window. "It might be interesting to meet this Emma Frost, then." She sighed deeply. "I only know that for much time I did not sleep nor eat. I would not settle to my work. My grief was such that I could not do it." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	dasummers 2008-11-05 01:17 pm UTC (link)
	"You may have been depressed. It's not madness. It's just how our brains handle large amounts of stress." He stroked her shoulder softly. "I'll ask Emma if she would like to talk to you. She's a good, strong woman." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	love_remember 2008-11-05 01:19 pm UTC (link)
	Ophelia nodded and closed her eyes. It felt rather nice being touched like that. "Thank you." She smiled slightly. "Do you always help out young maids in distress?" she asked, shyly. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	dasummers 2008-11-05 02:23 pm UTC (link)
	He blushed. "Only ones that can't throw me through walls, these days. So not many, no." He chuckled a little. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	love_remember 2008-11-05 02:25 pm UTC (link)
	She tilted her head to the side. "Are there many who can, then?" She truly can't imagine it at all. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	dasummers 2008-11-05 02:28 pm UTC (link)
	"Not as many here as there were at home, but yes. I'm not a terribly strong person, and I tend to put my foot in my mouth more often than I ought to." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	love_remember 2008-11-05 02:29 pm UTC (link)
	"Put your...foot in your mouth?" She looks at his feet in puzzlement. Colloquialisms will be lost on her for the time being. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	dasummers 2008-11-05 02:30 pm UTC (link)
	"Oh! I say things without thinking. I don't do it often, but when I do, it's usually around people who can do me harm." It's a coping mechanism. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	love_remember 2008-11-05 02:37 pm UTC (link)
	Ophelia looked a bit thoughtful. "Oh...all right. I did think that was an odd thing for you to do." She supposed that was one good thing about not speaking overly much. At least there was not much of a chance that she would say things without thinking. "That does not seem a very good thing for your health, however..." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	dasummers 2008-11-05 02:46 pm UTC (link)
	"It's not, really." He sighed a little. "But I learned how to dodge really well quickly." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	love_remember 2008-11-05 02:53 pm UTC (link)
	"Oh." She rubbed her forehead a little confusedly. She was oddly tired but she didn't want him to leave. Contrary to how she acted, she really did not like being alone. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	dasummers 2008-11-05 02:54 pm UTC (link)
	He touched her hair softly, scooting a little closer. "Are you well, Ophelia?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	love_remember 2008-11-05 02:57 pm UTC (link)
	Her eyes widened with how he was touching her, and she blushed. "I...I am just tired." Exhausted is more the word for it. "Many new ideas. I am not used to thinking so much," she said with a rueful smile. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	dasummers 2008-11-05 02:59 pm UTC (link)
	He scooted back again, and his hand moved to his lap. "I'm sorry. Would you rather rest?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	love_remember 2008-11-05 03:06 pm UTC (link)
	It would not be prudent or chaste to ask him to stay. "I...I feel I must. Though..." Women were honest now, were they not? "I wish I did not have to ask you to leave for me to do so." She blushed again. "Though I do not wish to be forward..." She looked dreadfully confused again. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	dasummers 2008-11-05 03:08 pm UTC (link)
	He blushed brightly. "I'll stay, if you would like. What do you want?" His tone was gentle, there was no pressure to do anything but decide. He just wanted to make this easier for her someway. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	love_remember 2008-11-05 03:10 pm UTC (link)
	She chewed on her lip again. "Will you? Just till I sleep." So wrong. So very wrong and maybe she was mad after all... Ophelia felt as if she were stumbling in the dark, lost. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

dasummers
2008-11-05 03:24 pm UTC (link)

"Yes." He nodded. Part of him was reeling with this. "I'll stay."

He blushed brightly. "Do you want me to stay here, or on the bed with you?"

Though he was a man of his time, Darius knew that Ophelia wouldn't react to this manner of thing the same way that some of his girlfriends had. He wouldn't dare take advantage of her, for fear of making her life even harder. But he knew how important physical contact could be.

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	love_remember 2008-11-05 03:32 pm UTC (link)
	Ophelia held herself together enough to say, "You can sit there. I just..." She sighed and shook her head. "I do not know what I need or want, Darius. I am just very tired and do not want to be alone." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)