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[ Runny mascara is becoming her new look apparently. ]

I didn't help you though! I didn't help anyone. Everyone's still suffering and the Dragon's still out there, wanting to hurt us or worse. I can't even bring the Troll egg back for Kanaya and Karkat...

[ Her head lowers. She can't look him in the eye anymore, too ashamed of herself and her failures. ]

I've never wanted a fuckin' drink so bad in my life, and I can't even have that, because I can't be trusted to do a goddamn thing without overdoing it. Fuck my life.

Edited 2016-10-12 23:07 (UTC)

You did help.

[He still doesn't sound angry, or helpless. He's doing his best to keep his voice calm and level, as if somehow that might help her. He honestly isn't sure if he can manage to emote the same way he used to.

So he just leans in and presses his lips to her forehead. If she doesn't want to look at him, that's fine. But maybe a small, affectionate gesture like that will be enough to shock her long enough for him to pull her into a tight embrace, so she can just cry on him if she wants instead of into her own hands.]

The only person who expects you to do all of this all by yourself is you.

[ It does indeed shock her. It shocks her quite a lot. She's not used to being the one on the receiving end of affection, so when it happens, it always surprises her. Warmth blossoms in the apples of her cheeks, her heart skips a beat, and she can't hug him back fast or hard enough all of a sudden. ]

Hinata...

[ When did he turn into such an intense badass, she wonders... he best be careful. She has a severe case of the dokidokis here, and she might just fall for him at this rate. ]

[He exhales a quiet breath against her hair as he wraps her up in a tight hug, one hand against the back of her head to keep her there against him. And he hates himself, in some ways, using the knowledge he has of her to all but force her into his desired outcome. And even if he tells himself it's for her sake, it still feels wrong, a shiver of mental dissonance.

But she's hugging him, she's feeling enough of something to cry and hold him back. And it's a start.

He presses his nose against the top of her head and sighs again, a quiet sound of relief, and murmurs,] It'll be okay.

[ Taking a deep and shaky breath, Roxy focuses on regaining her composure. A moment in his arms, warm and safe, makes the tension melt away from her neck and shoulders. She lays her head against his chest, and nuzzles the side of his neck with her nose. He might notice she's still feverish, but truthfully? To Roxy, this is the best she's felt in days. ]

Yeah... you're right. It will be. [ She smiles despite herself, a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. But she's trying. She even tries to crack a joke, ]

So this is what rock bottom feels like.

Edited 2016-10-13 16:36 (UTC)

[He definitely does feel that warmth of a fever, closing his eyes and only holding her more tightly. Other than that, he doesn't shy away from her embrace, just keeping her close and hoping he's making her feel even a little more secure.

She's soft and warm against him, and it's strange to think about. Holding someone, being relied on like this. He only huffs a not-quite laugh through his nose at her attempt at a joke, resting his cheek atop her head.]

That just means there's nowhere to go but up, huh?

I don't know. I could probably sink even lower.

[ Unfortunately, Roxy's relief is short-lived. What she knows of the illness is merely second-hand knowledge gleaned from the Sea Dragon when their minds were one. Physical effects range from pain, nausea, loss of appetite, but the mental effects are far more devastating. Fits of dissociation and paranoia are the worst of it.

Pulling away from Hinata, she frowns; she feels nauseous and dizzy. She was kind of hoping she could try eating whatever it was he brought them, but. It looks like it's time for another fit. ]

Hinata-- I-I'm gonna be sick... [ She doesn't want to alarm him, or make him worry, but it's going to hit her any minute now. ]

Edited 2016-10-13 18:23 (UTC)

You won't.

[Sink lower, that is. He draws back, because as much as he cares about her, he's not about to let himself get vomited all over? Instead he takes her hand in a firm, insistent grip, turning her palm upward and pressing his thumb gently but firmly against her wrist, two inches below her palm. There's a pressure point there that should at least alleviate the worst of the nausea, enough that she should be able to make it to a bathroom without throwing up on the floor.]

C'mon, let's get you somewhere.

[And he'll keep his thumb in that spot of her wrist and rise to his feet, intending to tug her gently up with him.]

Edited (I'M DONE EDITING I SWEAR) 2016-10-13 18:39 (UTC)

Med bay?

[ She's due for another round of medicine anyway. The pain's returning, making it feel like molten lava is pumping through her veins, like her head's going to explode, like her muscles had a meat tenderizer taken to them.

Too bad there's no medicine for all her other symptoms, though. ]

Medbay.

[He switches his grip quickly, shifting to wrap his arm around her waist to give her some support and start walking toward the door. Farewell, apple cookies... hopefully someone will find them and enjoy them.]

Are you fine to walk? I can carry you, it's no trouble.

[ Roxy had felt somewhat decent before she got to the observatory, and that's why she left the med bay in the first place. She needed a change of scenery so bad, she'd even take staring at the fucking ocean over a blank wall. But when they stand and she tries to take her first step, sharp, stabbing pains course through her mind and body, causing her knees to go out from underneath her.

That answers that question. ]

Edited 2016-10-13 23:14 (UTC)

Whoa--!

[Yeah, that sure does answer that. He doesn't let her hit the ground, though, moving with an almost supernatural quickness shift his grip again, one arm behind her back, the other sweeping the back of her knees to hoist her into a princess-carry. Because he's just that much of a fucking deus ex machina after the canon update.]

It's okay, Roxy, I've got you.

[ Struggling to catch her breath as if she just ran a marathon, Roxy's fever is beginning to spike. Not only does she feel like she's on fire, but she's hot to the touch as well. ]

Just leave me here.

[ She can't even remember why she cares about the people here, anyway. ]

I don't wanna do this anymore.

I'm not very good at giving up on people.

[His lips quirk in a wry, self-deprecating smile as he moves quickly through the halls; for as quickly as he's walking, he doesn't jostle her very much, keeping her at an even level. He might not be able to flashstep like a Strider, but he is fast, getting her to the medbay in minutes and laying her down gently on the closest bed. Another second, and there's a bowl next to her if she still feels sick, and Hinata's rummaging through the cabinet to find something that might at least alleviate the nausea, if not the fever.]

[ Curling up with a pillow on the bed, Roxy grips it tight as she tries to will herself to relax against the surges of pain that keep assaulting her mind, body, and soul. She watches him move about the room with half-lidded eyes, barely even registering what he's doing as her mind does that out-of-body experience bullshit again. She's really tired of feeling like none of this is real. ]

Unless my soul's in there you might as well give it the fuck up.

[ He may not be good at giving up, but she's gotten better at it lately. She can't help but think the Void did her a favor by turning her into an empty shell-- at least her attitude matches what's going on inside, now. ]

...

[He pauses, fingers stilling on a bottle of painkillers. Soul... that's right. The rules of this place didn't necessarily have to follow those he was accustomed to. There were other options.]

Well, lucky for us both we have Dirk around.

[He turns, fingers hovering over his communicator.]

Want me to call him?

[ Roxy answers quickly, snapping at him, ]

No.

Roxy...

[He sighs through his nose, looking back and taking a bottle of pills that should help with her fever.]

I can't make any decisions for you, but if your godmode powers affected your soul... Dirk would definitely be the right person to talk to.

[ Roxy pulls her hood over her head tight, attempting to disappear underneath it. You know, because it's not like she can't very literally disappear if she really wanted to. ]

Even if I wanted to see that jackass right now, I wouldn't fuckin' dare. Do you have any idea the kind of shape he's in right now?

Edited 2016-10-15 14:12 (UTC)

[He runs her a cup of water, checks the directions on the back of the pill bottle, and shakes the right amount into his hand without answering. They're all in bad shape. Dirk and Roxy arguably in the worst shape of any of them.

He can't pretend to understand it, but...]

Then what about Jake?

[He offers her the water and the pills, trying to meet her eyes in spite of her pulling her hood down.]

[ Poor Hinata. He's just trying to help... and she appreciates it, which is why she takes the pills and water and downs them both without complaint. ] Jake's hope powers are the only thing sustainin' me right now, Hinata.

[ She sets the empty glass down. ]

... Thank you. You don't gotta take care of me, you know.

You're my friend.

[It's that simple. It seems like it's been a long time since he's felt this helpless. What good are all of his talents if he can't help his friend when she needs it...?

He sighs again, more quietly, and takes a seat on the bed beside her, closing his eyes.]

No matter what, I'm here for you. I've lost too many friends already.

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