Fallen birds and broken numbers
@featheredfiend
“So, how’s his condition?” She loomed over the bed, like a shadow taking watch over its inhabitants. Her fingers rapidly clicking against the frame
“Stable, well as stable as someone can be after getting shot in the stomach and through into a filthy bay. But ya know, we’ve dealt with worse,” the younger woman with big round glasses and purple frizzy hair gives a smug smile up at 9 as she finishes tending to the bandages on Oswald.
“If that’s the way you’re going to act while you’re here then permission or not I’m gonna have to ask you leave.” The disdain was evident.
“Because it would be so easy to get rid of me, right.” The girl walks over to where 9 stood next to Oswald's bed. “Regardless of what you may think, I don’t hate you. I’m not happy with what your life’s become, but let’s be real here, neither are you. You’re trying to turn things around,well to the best of your abilities anyway. And I do genuinely want to help.” She puts a hand on 9′s shoulder trying to put some encouragement into her words. “I don’t have to be here, I wanted to be here.” There’s a pause between them, just a beat, and then a blond girl poked her head through the door interrupting the moment.
“Hey are you guys done being gay? Cause I wanna play ‘Comma Girl’ over the corpse.” 9 sighs exasperated while the girl with the glasses just giggled.
“You two have fun,” and Mer Lin shooed the blonde away with her
