Who: Marco and Juno Where: Marco's room When: Around 10ish
Juno woke up on her side, her good leg completely folded under her, with her arms over her head and somehow still able to breathe. This seemed to be as good as a fetal position was going to get at the moment and Juno briefly wondered what had made her assume such a position, usually reserved for really bad nights. Or nights following bad days. Hell, it had been a bad day but Juno had predictably forgotten bouts of it already, like how she'd gone from being sprawled out on her back in the bathtub to sitting on the toilet with Cecilia helping her out.
She unrolled herself slowly, and realized she'd fallen asleep facing Marco in his chair. Pushing her hair off he face, Juno tested her leg; it was sore, but she could move it. That was good, considering Juno really needed to pee. She smiled at seeing Marco hadn't moved all night, seeming to take his role as her caretaker really seriously. Without wanting to disturb his sleep, Juno sat up on the bed slowly. There was a brief bout of dizziness, but after she blinked a couple times it was gone. Then, she moved over to sit on the edge of the bed and stood up, first putting all her weight on her good leg, and then a little bit of it on the other one.
It was a longer trek than usual to the bathroom, but thankfully Marco's curtain-separated bathroom was right there in relation to the bed. Juno was already sitting and doing her business when the first flashes of a plague mask and a terrifying sense of paralysis came back to her. By the time she was washing her hands she was doing it blindly, and remembering everything from last night; the tall man in the plague mask, being unable to move or scream, the sensation of sound dying in her throat as the man took swabs of Marco's fluids, touched him and took notes with her friend being none the wiser. Her own terror at being so completely paralyzed when she wanted to fight the man off of Marco, and then more so when the man in the mask came for her and touched at her neck before pushing something into her face. Then, blackness. Had she dreamed all this?
Slowly, Juno dried her hands and limped her way back to Marco, still sleeping on his chair as if nothing had happened. She remembered the man taking some hair from him with a razor, and that was where she looked first. Right there, behind Marco's left ear, a small patch of hair was missing.
"Oh, shit." Juno murmured, her heart going at a thousand beats a minute. It had all really happened. She tried to shake Marco awake, one hand on his shoulder while she got down on her good knee and then, for lack of strength, sat right on the floor. "Marco? Marco wake up. Right now."