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| Scene Title | Being Sick Sucks |
|---|---|
| Synopsis | It really does! Oh.. and Claire wears fuzzy bunny slippers. |
| Date | July 11, 2009 |
Village Renaissance Building - Abby's Apartment
An average middle class apartment, it's populated with decidedly not middle class furniture. A solitary red suede couch occupies the immediate living room, with a battered coffee table and side tables as it's companion. A decent sized TV sits on a cupboard with a stereo, DVD player. The kitchen sports a relic from the 70's, with matching chairs that still seem to be in decent condition. The two bedrooms off the hall are distinguishable from the other, one bearing a gold cross nailed above the door, the other not.
In the corner of the living room is an ornate cage on a bird stand, a blue budgie within it's depths. In another corner is a massive cat tree house, and often occupied by a black cat with a red suede collar. It looks barely lived in, like the owners are not yet investing their effort quite yet to move in.
Oh… my… god… It sucks to be normal. How do they live like this? Snuffling Claire kinda of shuffles her way down the hall toward Abby's. Wearing her hooded sweater, the hood pulled up, sweat pants and fuzzy bunny slippers she found tucked away upstairs. They were way too cute.
Claire has been fighting a cold for a couple of days now. She has never been so sick in her life….. Ever. Digging in the pocket of her hoodie for a hardly used tissue, she blows her nose loudly. It leaves her head pounding with pressure. "This sucks." She whispers fiercely staring at the tissue. Stuffing the tissue back in her pocket, she touches her sleeve to her tender nose. Her free hand lifts to bang on Abby's door.
There's cooking sounds going on in the apartment, and certainly smells when Abby opens the door to Claire. The defunct healer links at the sight presented at the door, fuzzy slippers and red nose. "I have this great urge to try and heal you, but I know that it won't so a lick of good. Get in here Claire" Southern drawl deep and clear as she opens the door wider. "Got a cold?"
If she had the ability to smell, it probably smelled wonderful, but sadly Claire can't smell a thing. Claire does her best to give the blonde a smile, though it's tough when you have to breath through your mouth. "Hey. Yeah. It is suppose to be this crappy? I ache in places I didn't think could ache." She mumbles while shuffling her way into the apartment. "I came down to see if you got any peroxide. I went through the bottle up there." She holds out her bandaged hand, of course then she suddenly has to use it to cover her mouth against a sudden cough. "Cough medicine too. If you do, too."
"I think I might…" Perils of being a healer, there's very little medicine in the place but with the loss of ability, some things had made their way in. "I'm sure it's only a matter of time before I catch a cold proper. Lemme see if Leo's got anything here. You know, I could try and get Flint to come, see to your hand" She offers, closing door behind the other young woman and heading back to the kitchen to rifle through the cabinet that held medicines.
"No no.." Claire says quickly, rejecting the offer of help. following Abby she adds, "Just a scrape really." A scrape that's been infected for a few weeks now. "It's healing.." slowly. "You haven't really done the whole sick thing either?" She asks curiously watching her, leaning against the back of a chair with a hand, the other buried in the pocket of her hoodie. "I think this is the first time I have ever been sick in my life. Never took a sick day from school."
"Hurt, yes, sick, not really. Colds generally avoided me. But my momma says that Chicken soup is good for colds. I was making some for the safehouses" There's a gesture to the kitchen table. "lemme get you soup and you can eat it while I take care of your hand. Think I got some neosporin too" There's a brief smile as the peroxide and the tube of ointment is found and soup soon follows.
Claire isn't going to argue the offer of food, pushing her sleeves up to her elbows she hooks a chair with her foot and pulls it out enough for her to drop into it. She winces a bit as the action jars her stuffed head. "Thanks, Abigial. I'm hungry and not at the same time." She gives a fascinated shake of her head. "How long does this kind of thing normally last?" When the soup arrives she eyes it with a small frown, before picking up a spoon with her uninjured hand, the other laid out for her caretaker.
"Week. Maybe two. Depends. Lots of rest. I can make a run to the pharmacy since it seems that I am out of cough syrup. Not something one keeps in first aid kit. I know a doctor to that I can have come take a look at you and help. He's not a healer, but, if you need antibiotics, I;'m sure he'll prescribe it and I can get it filled for you" She's sure Sonny wouldn't object. She can sneak Claire in anywhere.
Spoon offered and a first aide kit produced from the cabinets, Abigail sets about to taking care of Claire. 'Need anything upstairs? Delilah should be keeping you stocked with what you need. Nice slippers too"
There is a bit of a groan at the news, Claires head rolls on her neck to hang down. "So I have another week of this?" she asks, almost whining. Pushing around the noodles with a rather depressed look, "No.. I'm sure it'll go away on it's own.. but over the counter stuff would be good to get me through. It's just the waiting." She glances over as her hand is unwrapped, the scrape and some of the skin around it is an angry red, but there is signs that it is healing. Carefully spooning up some soup, she blows it off before taking a taste. "Figures.. can't taste much either."
Claire glances at Abby and gives a little nod. "Yeah. Plenty, of food and stuff. But I have been using the peroxide a lot." Her eyes glance to her hand again, but even at that she smiles at the mention of the slippers. She turns sideways, trying not to jostle her hand so that she can wiggle her feet. "I know. I was snooping around and saw an ear sticking up in the back of a closet full of stuff. I figured.. someone abandoned them."
Doesn't look good, but then, it could look worse. Abigail just nods. "Yeah, probably another week. I hear they're absolutely sucky. Just don't cough on me, I'd like to not loose time out of school." So she sets in to taking care of the hand. "Any word yet on whats happening yet with you? They bringing you to Delphine any time soon?
Slurping up soup is kind of tough when you can't breath, each bite for Claire ends with a little gasp for air. "I'll do my bet," she offers with a lop-sided smile. The question gets a slow shake of her head. "I haven't heard anything. I imagine things a pretty busy." The words trail off as she consentrate on eating and breathing, leaving her quiet for the moment. Finally, she pauses and glances back over to Abby. "Any word on Peter?"
"No, but I can track someone down and ask. Just hang tight a little longer, helena's not gonna let him languish there. I promise. Trust me okay? I know that, it's important and that but really. Just, hang tight. It'll work out" Abigail smiles at the other woman, working from the center of the wound and out. "how's this happen and who'd you get the cold from?"
"I don't think I could go out searching if I wanted too right now." Claire concedes, looking disgusted with herself. "I feel exhausted just sitting here." Setting the spoon down, she pushes away the half eaten bowl, looking a bit ill. There is a soft hiss of pain as the would is touched, a sign it's fairly tender. "So what good could I do going out there." She wants to though, she wants to run out the door and try to find him… but where would she start? And how far could she get? "I hurt my hand learning self defense." It's been awhile. "And the cold.. I… Dunno. I went to Old Lucy's about a week back. Maybe I got it there. I don't know. " She pushes her hood off her head and tugs at the collar of the sweater. "Is it hot in here?" She asks softly, her cheeks flush.
"No, I have the Air conditioner going, kitchen might be a bit warm" Abigail frown, reaching over to lay the back of her palm on Claire's forehead. "Your a bit warm. Can get you some Motrin Claire, fever suppressant" She offers. "If the neosporin doesn't help, promise me maybe you'll let me bring my Doctor friend? See you, give you some anti biotics?"
"This really sucks." Claire says giving Abigail a matter of fact look. "Motrin? I guess. If you think it'll do the trick." Of course, the mention of the doctor again makes her fidget a bit, "I… maybe. The neosporin will probably do the trick." She looks rather confident, giving a shake of her head. "No reason to drag anyone here. I will be fine. Just not use to all this."
"Motrin for fever reducing, nesporin.. I THINK maybe, there might be some penicillan in Leo's stuff. We'll see what we can do" She see's the look oon claire's face. "Hey, go lay down in my room, there's a fan in there and it'll help" She's winding new gauze strips over the fresh padding over the cut. "I'll head out to the store.
Shoulders slump as her hand is released newly bandaged, Claire looks really exhausted suddenly. The offer of a place to lie down, makes her straighten her shoulders again. "I don't want to impose on you any longer." Though the tuck of a near by bed is almost too much. "I don't want to take up your bed or get you or your roommates sick." She clears her throat, trying not to cough again. "Probably better if I take my sickly butt back upstairs."
"Leo's out for the day, don't worry. i'll spray the place down with lysol. But if you'll feel more comfortable upstairs, go ahead. i'll let myself in with the stuff and leave it for you. I'm making some meals for the safe houses, i'll drop some off up there for you too kay?"
For a moment the young woman looks torn, convenience or the long walk. What are you a wimp? Would Peter take the easy road? That seems to do the trick, Claire finally climbs to her feet, pulling her hood back up again. "I'll go back up stairs. Something about being in your own bed." Of course, it's not really her own bed, Claire doesn't actually have her own bed anymore. She quickly lives her arms, coughing into the arm of her jacket. "Thanks Abigail." She motions to the stuff on the table, as she lowers her arm. "I appreciate the help."
"It's why I'm here Claire. Besides, get you better, you can raid Helena's closet, cause my stuff's too big for you guys and far too plain" She smiles at that. "get going. See you soon okay?"