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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[He puts her arm back around her shoulders, making a little bit of a face, even though she can't really see it.]

I think I'd like to have some not very polite conversations with the other guys you know.

[She manages a lopsided smile.]

Don't worry, I've had a few of my own.

[To varying degrees of 'impolite'. They leave the CES, head out across the deck; it's no warmer out here but at least it's not raining.]

...I don't know what I'm going to do. The Witchblade's not exactly - but the Admiral can cap Inmates' abilities, right? So maybe he can do the same for -

No.

Shut up, you don't get a vote.

[And then she realises she's been caught responding out loud to the voice in her head and shoots Dick a cautious look.]

Sorry.

[Just snowing, and they're wet and only have one jacket between the two of them, and Dick isn't exactly eager to take his time and enjoy the snow, especially considering he's not sure how long Sara was out in the CES before she thought to call for help.

He rubs her shoulder gently when she catches herself, reassuring.]

It's okay.

[He's not sure he necessarily likes the sound of that. It's true that the Witchblade could cause problems if something similar happened, but. He wasn't exactly sure it would like being reduced like that, and he didn't want something bad to happen to Sara because she'd been trying to take necessary precautions.]

You think that's a good idea?

[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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