#monica|interaction.

"what do you think, doc? am i going to need stitches?" never mind the scrape on her arm is no more than an inch long, she's hoping cyrus might humour her given that he had warned her not to climb the ladder in the first place.

monica had been in the middle of checking in a customer when the date on the screen made her blanch. she’d been feeling a little off for about a week now but she’d written it off as not resting enough; that was nothing new. from there a quick check of her clue app confirmed the fact she was late. she’d been able to grab a cheap test from the questionable vending machine at the motel and when two little lines appeared she did something that she’d never done before. she went home sick. not without making a stop at a local store to buy a stupidly expensive digital test and sending a text to seonho letting him know they ‘needed to talk’. however now that she’s sitting in front of him the words evade her. “i’m not breaking up with you,” she finally blurts, realising in hindsight her text perhaps hadn’t sounded the greatest. “i just... i couldn’t text you this. i mean, i could but knowing my luck you’d be driving or something and cause a crash and then that would just —” she pauses, taking a breath, “you should sit down.”

flushed warm and giddy isn't often a state monica finds herself in — has more of a handle on her emotions than to wear them so openly. just can't help herself, though. has had such a wonderful evening with carrie that she finds herself smiling to the point that her cheeks hurt. has to remember to send a text to thank the friend that set them up. probably not tonight, though. the evening is getting on and she knows that by typical date standards they should probably be wrapping things up. she just doesn't want to part yet. "did you... want to come to my place maybe? for a night cap?" is that a thing people even say anymore? she isn't sure. briefly wonders if it's been substituted as a euphemism for what else might go on after a first date. "no funny business. i promise. just... if you wanted to wrap up the night together, maybe?"

"i've decided i'm going to take care of you so you better just let me do that." monica lifts a hand and gives it a shake, causing the plastic back held in it to rustle around. "i even brought chicken noodle soup. that'll work wonders way better than any fancy-shmancy medicine, doctor."

"i wasn't even sleeping — the movie was just so boring i decided to close my eyes."

"you messed up?" she echoed, confusion clear on her face. emi had definitely had better looking days but the pouring rain definitely wasn't helping, so monica stepped back and held the door open a little wider. it would do neither of them any good standing outside and catching a cold. "come inside and explain." her offer was out of concern, though there was an edge to it that left little room for discussion.

as she rolls to get comfortable and her hand outstretches to the typically vacant side of her bed, monica frowns when she finds a body there. she blinks a few times before things come into focus; the outline of cyrus coming into view. "hey —  wake up," she gives him a gentle shake, "i gotta get up."

"shhh! just... just go back to sleep!" probably easier said than done with her rather hopelessly scrambling around to find her pants.