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[musicdied]

Who: Yelena Belova
Username: jelica
Warnings: hallucinations, apocalyptic scenarios (please warn more specifically in the subject line if applicable.

[Yelena has never been what anyone would call a good patient. Even aside from the fact that she hates feeling vulnerable, she's never taken well to enforced idleness. She'd escaped medical the second she was able, but it will be a few weeks until she's up for her usual routine, which leaves her in need of something on which to focus her considerable energy.

Fortunately - or unfortunately - there's the flower-marked cellars they'd found in Dogtown the previous month, her investigation of which she'd had to cut shorter than she might have otherwise liked in order to join the excursion to Springfield, to distract her.]

For anyone who entered the cellars in Dogtown, what did you see? And where were you, as close as you can narrow down the location?

Did you explore more than one?

[Comparing apocalypse collections: the cheeriest possible topic of conversation.]

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[worthallthis]

"I don't know how I want to be," he says simply. "Except not a Fear Entity's thing." He turns back to his book to finish writing down the last of the memory, and asks, "Want me to get you more water? Some of the pills?" He means tylenol rather than whatever medical sent here, unless she specifies. He doesn't trust the doctors.

Someone should maybe also tell him he can take tylenol, too. He's still used to painkillers not working on him, and has never actually used any, even now that he's recovering from burns and his stupid arm is malfunctioning.

[musicdied]

She's quiet for a moment, weighing pride against the effort it would take to go out and fetch a drink herself.

"Some water, please. I think it's another two hours before I should take any more painkillers." She pauses, frowning slightly as she considers him. "Have you been taking anything for your hurts?"

[worthallthis]

He starts to get up, closing his notebook, then pauses and glances at her, brows together. "No. Why would I."

[musicdied]

There's a moment's pause as Yelena orders her thoughts, lifting one hand to rub her temples as though it might chase away the headache that seems to have settled in to stay alongside the faint ringing in her ears.

"Because you're in pain," she says. "You're not healing. That means painkillers should work on you. You don't have to hurt as badly as you are."

[worthallthis]

... huh.

Yelena can clearly see the realization that it might be possible for painkillers to work on him now dawn on him. And the clear mixed feelings he has about it.

He doesn't answer, he just gets up and limps out of the room to get her water.

And stare for a long moment at the bottle of tylenol while he does it.

He'll think about it.