psychic_hotline | 14 ☕ Voice + Text

14 ☕ Voice + Text

[Private to Dick]

[There's the background sound of light rainfall and strangled, hyperventilated breathing, and then there's a couple of attempts at vocalizing something but she's just making sounds rather than saying words. A few seconds later she switches to text.]

ces

help

[Added a minute later:]

sorry

[OOC: About a day and a half after Sara's mandrake dosage which was an extremely pleasant and benign experience for all involved.]

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[The elevator would probably be a good idea but she takes the stairs instead.]

God, no, but I'm wondering how much of a choice I've got. It's a goddamn miracle I only killed two people as it is - if my hallucinations had been worse I could've filled the Infirmary single-handed.

Edited 2013-01-28 17:12 (UTC)

[Well, he's going to be moving his arm so it's around your waist and thus hopefully a little more supportive, in that case.]

To be fair, it's not like this is an every day occurrence.

I know, but -

[On the last step, she flinches and grits her teeth when her cracked ribs finally jar enough for the pain to register.]

- once in a blue moon is too often. I have a responsibility to keep other people safe, Dick. I can't do that if I'm only ever one asshole prank away from being the danger myself.

[She sighs harshly and reaches for the key in her jeans pocket - but of course she doesn't have pockets any more, barely has jeans period.]

Damn it.

Careful. [He stops to make sure she's alright before walking any further, mulling over what she's saying and understanding, but still not really being overly excited about the idea. The Witchblade is still an unknown in a lot of ways, and he's not exactly looking to piss it off more than they have to.]

I could probably pick the lock, if you want. [Because guess who learned long ago to always keep those kind of supplies on him.]

[You're her hero, Dick.]

Not that I'm endorsing this kind of criminal behavior, but - thanks.

[He kisses her cheek before carefully letting go of her, making sure she's okay to stand up by herself before walking over to try picking the lock.

He pushes the door open and holds it for her.]

How are you holding up?

...I don't know.

[She crosses the threshold and turns to look back at him.]

I'm...I'm gonna grab a shower and try to sleep the rest of this thing off. I'll catch up with you in a day or so when I feel human again, okay?

Okay. Let me know if you need anything?

[He doesn't want to push or impose, but he is also really bad at just sitting around not doing anything when stuff like this happens.]

I will.

[She leans in and kisses his cheek softly, and smiles.]

Thanks, Dick. Again.

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