Room 323 [Saturday, Afternoon]

[comeoutwrong]

Sleep, still not the easiest thing to come by, and when it finally did, the timing was all off, leaving Effy crawling her way to consciousness in the early afternoon. Not that it mattered, really, since it was a weekend anyway.

There was the surfacing of the realisation she should probably get up, get dressed, go out, do something... But not really the inclination. Too many other things spinning around in her head. A brief investigation down the side of her bed revealed the bottle she kept there was empty. Well. There went that solution. Shit.

Eventually, she made the effort to slip out of bed and turn up her music loud enough to almost drown out most of the snippets of conversation in the back of her head making her twitchy, and slid down to sit on the floor, back against her bed and head dropped back against the mattress. Picking up bad, floor-sitting habits. Wonder whose fault that was.

[[Door is closed, post can be open with the warning the girl is extra messy and broken. ETA: aaand I should probably tack on an extra WARNING for delicate subject matters ahead: discussion of alcohol abuse, mental health issues, etc.]]

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[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"That sounds like you're not sure," he said, adjusting his arm a little more comfortably.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Got that out of me asking if you want anything?"

Yeaaah, she wasn't really sure about anything right now, if she was completely honest.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex shook his head in silent apology. "I misunderstood. Never mind. I've got a headache and it's making things a little fuzzy. I don't need anything."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Doing great between the two of them on the fuzzy and out of it. For now, at least, he'd pulled her into the present enough to be thinking of him, over the internal haze she'd been stuck in before.

"But do you want anything." It wasn't always about what you needed.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I dunno, do you have aspirin or something?" Alex wondered. He probably should have thought to bring that before he'd come down here.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy considered that a moment. More likely the 'or something', knowing her, but she'd refrain from just giving him any unknown pills she might have lying around.

"Probably." But it took her a few, and some picking through her desk before she came up with something she'd give him. Paracetamol. Which she held up as she wandered back to him. "Not the strongest shit, but--" Something. That wasn't the questionable crap she probably also had around.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Thanks," he said, reaching for it with his good hand and then trying to wrangle it open without using his injured arm. It was a lot easier said than done. Eventually, he gave up and held it back out to her.

"Mind?" he asked, sounding sheepish and looking pissed about his inability to do it.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

She couldn't help a little tic of a smile as she shook her head, took it back to pop a couple out for him before she handed them back. Moment later she was turning back to drop the remainder of the pack on her desk, and hunt down some water.

All out of alcohol, but something that actually hydrated and sobered? Of course she hadn't drunk that.

Top off this time before she offered it up. Look how she learned!

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

And he gave her a small nod of thanks before he downed both the pills and the water. Now, if only they'd take immediate effect instead of taking some time to work.

Still, better than nothing. "Thanks. Need any yourself?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy shook her head quietly, and moved to steer him back towards her bed. "Not really that kind of headache." Not really a headache at all. Funnily enough, she generally got off lightly in that respect.

"I'll take you." And for once, she probably wasn't meaning that dirtily. At least... Mostly not. She was still her, after all.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex didn't even argue and didn't try to resist when she started moving him. Usually, he'd say something just to be contrary but he held off for the moment.

"Think you can handle taking me?" he finally asked, going for sarcasm there.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Shouldn't think I can't," she noted, smirking a little as she dropped down onto the bed. She wasn't the injured one here, but she still wasn't about to suggest it might be more the other way around. Done enough pissing him off for one day.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I didn't say you couldn't, I just asked if you could," he pointed out, sitting down beside her gingerly. "Maybe you were tired."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"I'm--" See her stop before she said fine, "--not that tired." She had a lot of experience working on very little sleep. Being a little dozy would hardly stop her if she was in the right mood.

"I could," she said as she shifted back against her pillows. Which didn't mean she was actually going to, tempting as the distraction might be.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You'd say that even if your arm was hanging off and you were passing out from blood loss," Alex said dryly.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"I might draw the line at partly dismembered," she allowed. But otherwise, yeah, he was pretty dead on.

"Promise I won't jump you," she offered. In case he was at all worried about that.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I didn't think you were planning on it," he said, sitting back some himself. "I wouldn't let you anyway, not when I've got one arm."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Really?" Excuse her sounding a little surprised. Alex, turning down sex. That was an unusual one. Shoulder must really be messing with him.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, really. I don't want sex," he said flat out. "I'm too tired and I'm too sore. It wouldn't be good."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Probably not." And really, it wasn't worth it when it wasn't at least going to be fun for someone in the equation.

But she exhaled a little wry laugh, and shifted up against his good side, tucking her head in against his shoulder. She could go for that sort of distracting comfort instead.

Any pretense of it being all about sex between them, well and truly gone when they were alone.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Comfortable?" he asked, glancing down at her and half smiling. "Good thing I didn't fuck up both shoulders or you'd be losing your pillow."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Yep." Getting used to having a human pillow from time to time.

"Dunno what I'd do," she said, circling her thumb on his arm. "Would be hard on me." Or, she'd kind of miss being able to be this close without causing him extreme pain, at least. "... And probably pretty shit for you too." It was bad enough, as it was.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"That's what I get for letting a house fall on me, I guess," he said, moving to rest his lips against the top of her head and taking a few slow breaths. "Just glad that was all that happened."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Me too." She didn't voice it all that often or that well, but she did care, and she did think about that, and all the 'could have's'... Made this look like a best case scenario.

"Should try not to do that again." Calm as her words might have seemed, a momentary grip on his arm, betrayed a little hint of her attachment to him.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Don't worry, it's not something I wanna repeat," Alex said, shaking his head. "Getting hurt wasn't fun. The buried alive even less so. I'm fine. I'll avoid that again."

Hopefully.