Abandoned

A sigh. He cuts into her sentence a little with his own.

❝   No. It’s no problem. The planetarium is here—might as well be used by someone who appreciates it, no? Onward then.   ❞ 

;[☂]; Still she felt a bit bad crowding in on the boy’s home, sighing a bit she continued along following him to where the stars were shown. She wanted to be friends with this boy, it’d be nice to have someone to talk to when she came here. However it was proving to be much harder than she’d originally anticipated.  Biting her lip and looking down she wasn’t sure what to say after that. So she stayed silent and followed along behind him until they reached the room with the stars she was beginning to love. 

                                                 I might suggest averting your eyes.  

“....So-so you shot it...”

It sort of irked Sora how she had to mention that he had, in fact, agreed to this.

“...S-sorry.. if I made you mad again..”

The tray he’s balancing in his hands is heavier than he thought and he concentrates on not spilling any soup and water - then he hears the whine coming from his room. With a frown on his lips, he enters, his gaze instantly falling onto the shifting Shiori. Shifting. Moving. Although he took her crutches, she is still moving. Moving.

Does he really have to chain her to the bed to keep her from hurting herself?

He growls lowly in his throat and steps towards her, laying down the tray on the cupboard beside the bed, to help her up instead.

;[☂]; Her eyes widened a bit when he’d spoke to her with such a cold disposition. What... did he mean by that, surely he was just a bit overreacting since she’d moved again. Yet the man was acting just stupid strange as she moved up a hand slowly and thwacked his forehead. Laughing softly as she’d done so, sure it hurt a bit to laugh like that but she wanted her friend to smile again. He was taking this job of being her caretaker too seriously, she was fine he was just being silly about it. 

“You need to relax, you’re such a worry wort. Really. It’s going to be okay, just take a few deep breaths. “

;[☂]; She didn’t think to ask him to bring back her crutches or anything of the sort, it didn’t matter to her if she really needed to move she would just do it without them. As much as it was to her friends disliking she wasn’t going to make him wait on her hand and foot like he’d wanted her too. The girl just felt like it wasn’t fair to the male before her. 

;[☂]; Gently kissing his forehead where she’d thwacked it her lips pulled up into an even larger smile. Before she’d moved onto eating the food, she’d always known Garry was a good cook, but after weeks of eating nothing but hospital food she could safely say that his food was something obviously made by angels. 

He won’t let her do as she pleases another time. Her stubborn behaviour isn’t helping anyone, she’s just creating even more trouble than needed. Stupid. This is stupid. And he won’t tolerate it, or help her with it. She needs to realize that she is helpless at the moment and that she does need his help. Instead of worrying him even more, she could just make it up to him with going along and accepting his help.

“I made soup for you. I’ll get a glass of water when I’m bringing it. You’re going to lay down and rest now.”

No ‘understood?’, no ‘please’, nothing, because this isn’t something he needs her pemission for. She won’t get better if she keeps stumbling around. Simple fact.

Shiori can’t resist at all as she is carried back into the bedroom. He isn’t laying her down this time, just making her sit a little, so she can eat. If she doesn’t do that, she’ll throw up, so they need to fill her empty stomach. After he placed one of the cold towels onto her belly instead of her forehead, he leaves again.

“ Gar-” 

;[☂]; She wanted to say something, but he was already starting his away out the door with her crutches, wait.. wait did he need those for. She struck out her hand towards the doorway as she frowned. Biting her lip a bit she sighed and leaned her head back against the frame as she waited for the boy to come back. 

;[☂]; She wasn’t use too all this pampering, it really was something different. Then again it seemed a little more forced than it should be, looking up at the ceiling, she gave a bit of a sigh. She could smell the soup coming from the kitchen she smiled a bit as she tried to move her body a little more so she could look out and see when he was coming. 

;[☂]; Pain ripped through her gut however when she shifted making her wince, holding back a couple tears from leaking out. 

“ Excuse me, Sir? “ 

;[☂];   Shiori waved her hand a bit in front of his face as she held up her umbrella above his head. 

As he heard the sound of something - someone - hitting the floor, he was already finished with the soup. He was just about to pour some of it into a soup dish, but now, he just hurries into the direction of his bedroom; only to find the wounded girl on the floor, holding her stomach in pain.

“Sh-Shiori … !” With a stressed expression, he kneels down beside her and pulls her up in his arms, just like back then, in her own appartment. The first thing he checks is if her wound opened, pulling up the border of her shirt a little - but it seems fine. No blood, no ripped open flesh, just even more unnecesssary pain for the female.

He releases a shuddering breath, looking at Shiori half worried, half angry. Helping her will only work if she actually works with him; if she doesn’t do stuff like walking around with one crutch.

;[☂]; Reaching up she gently patted the side of his face. Giving a soft smile to him, she just wanted him to smile that would be the best cure he could give her right now. Her eyes widened some when his forehead gently pressed against hers. She supposed it wasn’t unnatural for the two to have such, close contact but it certainly was never in these circumstances. Letting a small sigh escape from her lips she knew his worry was warranted. 

;[☂];   Laughing some she played off his comment as a simple joke and looked up at him with a soft smile. 

“ Alright, Alright.. Just hand me my crutches then so I can get some water for myself. “ 

Don’t let me fall.

He won’t. After he found her bleeding out in her own kitchen, he won’t let her fall like that again. He won’t let her die another time, not when he’s around. That’s why he waits until they finished the stairs; before she can even lay down, he picks her up in bridal style, gently, looking after her injury. She won’t sleep on the couch in this state, not at all. With her crutches slowly falling to the floor, they make their way to the bedroom like that, where he lays her down on the mattress. Stroking her hair out of her face and looking at her worried.

“Are you okay? If you want to, you can get a blanket. Or is it warm enough?”

– he asks, already making plans in his head. As soon as she’s sleeping, he’ll cook something for her, something light, easy to digest. Prepare some cold towels since she felt awfully warm and sweaty in his arms. Get something healthy to drink for her. Ration her medicine.

;[☂];  She smiled tiredly up at her friend he didn’t need to worry about her so much she was fine, she was going to be fine. She just needed a little more sleep and then the yellow ribbon girl would be back to her quirky old self. Shaking her head some she let her eyes fall close. All she wanted now was a nice long rest. 

;[☂]; As she was sleeping she felt him place the cold towel on her forehead. It felt nice, she liked the feeling of the cold object against her face as it lulled her back into a woozy state and she’d fallen asleep. Waking up much later she looked around the small room. Shifting her self in the bed so she could stand up. 

;[☂]; Grunting a bit she ignored it and pushed herself off the bed. Grabbing one of her free crutches that had been set next to the nightstand. Making her smile ever so slightly, Garry was so good to her. Moving along towards the door she wanted a glass of water. Yet, she was in no way prepared to make Garry wait on her hand and foot.