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SALLY MALIK

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What do you want me to do? I apologized.

[A half-assed apology.] It's kind of a big deal when you find out some sick bastard bashed in your friend's head!

He didn't bash it in, I just said that - if you'd just listen for like five seconds, [ she's snapping through gritted teeth, pushing herself upright in bed a little more to be able to argue proper. ] Are you seriously just - [ but then the head-rush catches up to her and she cuts off short, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath.

belatedly: ] Hang on. [ but her voice is totally different - like they weren't even fighting to start with. in fact, it's a little distant on top of that. it's safe to assume anything he says is getting processed on at least a few seconds' delay right now while her head drops down to rest on her knees for some kind of groundng force. ]

Sally? [Instant concern. She doesn't answer for a few seconds and he panics.] Sally! Are you okay?

Yyyeah, [ she says after a delay, the word a little slow, like she's trying it on to see if it fits. it doesn't, but she's not gonna add that. ]

I really want to come check on you. And apologize. I'm a big jerk who doesn't always have his anger problems under control. Especially when it comes to people hurting you.

I'm sorry.

[ sally caught like half of that. sitting up was a super bad idea, in retrospect - she's just getting dizzier.

she does know he apologized again, and he's probably gonna keep doing it until he knows she's not mad, so: ] It's fine. [ to the apology. no harm done, etc.

...yeah, he should probably come check on her. ]

...I'm coming over. [And in about two minutes, he's knocking on her door. He doesn't look good, pale and sweaty, but does anyone?] Sally, it's John.

Yeah, [ she calls, voice raised a little - it's meant to be a 'come in' but then it occurs to her: ] Door open. [ she's gotta let him in maybe, that might help.

when he comes in, he'll find her looking generally disheveled and wrapped in a thick blanket, sitting up but leaning heavily against the wall beside her. ]

[He goes over to her immediately and without hesitation, sitting down beside her, pulling her into his arms if she'll let him.] Hey, beautiful.

[He's trying to keep his mouth away from her since he's been vomiting on and off all day. His hands are shaking a little, but it's not immediately obvious.]

[ oh, she'll let him. in fact, she'll shift into him, curling up with his chest and shoulder as her new wall. wall or ceiling or floor or whatever direction he is - it's swimming, changing, and she almost can't remember which direction gravity's actually pulling her.

a few seconds later, she mumbles: ] John. [ it's not to get his attention - it's a realization, processing the ramifications of him actually being here. ] You didn't have to, you're-... [ he's sick. just like she is. just like everyone is. ]

[He rubs her back softly.] I know. I'm okay.

[He doesn't know how to say that he'd come running no matter how crappy he felt, so he doesn't.]

[ he's not okay, she knows full well that he feels like shit, but she's not gonna argue. instead, she slides her arms around his middle and joins her fingers where they meet, because it's about the lowest-energy way to hang onto him in return. ]

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