Emma Frost is tired of trying to be good (ice_queen) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-07-02 00:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !trigger warning, anya corazon (spider-girl), emma frost (white queen) |
Bread, soup, water, eating utensils
Who: Cora and Emma
Where: the galley on Greymalkin
What: getting food
When: right after this log
Warnings/Rating: PG, possible trigger warnings for reactions to trauma
Status complete
Emma was still disoriented when she made her way into the galley. She was wearing tight white leather pants and a matching bra, along with light blue socks and no shoes for some reason. She looked a complete mess, especially the back of her head, which had been missing when she arrived. She looked almost exactly like she’d just come back from the dead.
She moved toward the fridge and began pulling out waters and food.
Cora had gone to the lavatory, and returned to the galley to find that it was no longer empty. She stared at the mess of Emma’s hair, tangled and matted with blood and viscera for a moment, flashing on a word that the Valar-netters had been throwing around of late: zombie. But zombies don’t raid fridges, the girl told herself, so Nate’s mom must be alive.
“Emma?” Her voice sounded very small, and she felt all of eight years old again, and about to burst into tears. “I...I made soup for everyone.”
Emma looked over at Cora. Her expression was pretty zombie-like as well. She was still deep in shock, and functioning out of habit more than anything else. “Oh, Cora. I wasn’t expecting to see you here. Thank you, I’m sure the doctors would like some soup.”
Fighting hard to be brave and grown up, Cora swallowed the lump in her throat and went to the fridge. Emma didn’t look well. She should be resting with the others. “Let me help,” she said, drawing a stool from under the counter, so Emma could at least sit if she insisted on working--and Cora had a feeling she would. “Please?”
Emma nodded and sat. She still felt very numb, and things weren’t real yet. She could hear the minds around her on the ship, and it was helping maintain her sense of unreality. “They need water, too. We don’t have enough hands for all the bowls.” She looked at her own hands, as though she had to make sure they were both there and accounted for.
Cora pushed one of the bowls toward Emma, along with a slice of warm bread, on a plate. “I have a delivery cart,” she said, retrieving it from an out-of-the-way corner, and loading the dishes of food onto serving trays which she placed on the top of the cart. On the bottom rack, she had already loaded a flat of bottled water, since Laura had drunk most of the bottles that had been in the fridge. “Bread, soup, water, eating utensils.” She spied a roll of paper towel on the counter, and added that to the card. “Napkins. Have I missed anything?”
Emma drank the water, trying to prod her brain into motion. She shook her head after a moment, and put her hands over her tummy. “No, I think that’s all you need.” She didn’t move to go with Cora. She didn’t want to bother the doctors anymore, and she was beginning to understand that she wasn’t functioning correctly.
Cora nodded, turning toward the door, then turning back to Emma and hugging her. She knew something wasn’t right, but she didn’t know what, or how to help. But this she could do. “Take care of yourself,” she said, “I’ll be back.”
Emma hugged Cora back. “I’ll be okay, I’m going to shower, I think, and sleep until Scott gets here.” She squeezed the young woman tight for a moment. “Run along and feed our guests.”
“Okay.” Cora took a deep breath, sighing as she released Emma from her embraced and turned back to the food cart. She hoped Emma would feel better once Scott had arrived, but she knew that everyone would have a long road of recovery, even after their physical wounds had been healed. But hopefully a good meal and some rest would help them on their way.