#thread: sick

If she were honest with herself she would have likely punched that stupid smile off of his face. There was little the woman liked less then the other in front of her, maybe the one who had tortured her came in first and the Kali’s father. Vaughn was never supposed to be on that list.

The walk to her new place was long and she simply didn’t have the patience to watch him sway in the street like some drunkard so she   called one of the cab services and handed him a bucket, “It’s a five minute drive if we’re lucky.” The coach was steam powered and didn’t require a mount, stepping in and leaning against the seat on the far side. Her arms folded across her chest and glaring steadily at him.

Tipping the driver with a soft apology and she was walking back into a clean alley way in an area that was with out a doubt safe, as safe as Caeltera could be. The place she stepped into had a gate and a small nook of a house instead of the one bedroom apartment, her glance back to make sure he was following didn’t suit the surroundings. A few planters of flowers Kali was trying to grow swaying in a soft breeze, the end of the alley way met railing and  a small view of other parts of the island.

“Shower, food and bed.” As if she had never said it before. Still there was no warmth when she said it, unlike how it had always been presented in the past. “And you’re going to ruin one of my towels…. I threw yours out.”

Vaughn spent most of the drive hunched over and shivering, steadfastly avoiding Alanna’s gaze.  He was silent, knowing how much hate was in that simple look and hating himself for it.  He didn’t deserve this kindness and she had made that quite clear, yet somehow she was helping him anyways.  He stared out at the passing buildings through the small window in the hopes of calming the fresh waves of nausea brought forth by the movement of the cab, jaw clenched tight.  In this small space, he was all too aware of the stench of his clothing, the shaking of his hands, the haggard face reflected in the glass of the window that might as well have been the face of a stranger.  The shame, the sense of utter worthlessness at what had become of him.

The fresh air came as a relief, avoiding the gaze of both the driver and Alanna as he stepped out into the street, following her as best he could.  He looked blearily up at the small house, the flowers, the gate and windows that should have seemed so welcoming.  This, at least, was some reassurance.  He was glad that Alanna had a place like this, finally something closer to the comfortable home she deserved than that cramped apartment.  But the sight of it was bittersweet, another reminder that the home he’d once had with her in four walls much too small for them was long gone.

A murmured “Nice place,” was not enough, but it was the only response he could manage at the moment.  He stood in the doorway, gaze dropping to the floor at her next words - so familiar and yet so biting in this new context.  He only nodded, slow and resigned.

Vaughn’s only response was a groan, settling back against the wall behind him and closing his eyes.  He was exhausted, sweat dampening his hair and making his shirt stick to his chest, waves of nausea not quite calmed by the cool touch of tile beneath him.

“I don’t even know... all night?” He squinted up at Alanna. “...Is it morning?”

He had spent the majority of the previous night on the bathroom floor in utter misery, and didn’t seem to have slept much if at all.  There wasn’t much left in his stomach by that point, and Alanna had walked in on him dry heaving and certain he was going to pass out.

Lucinda coughed violently, her throat sore. Her face was pale, her cheeks flushed, and had dark circles under her eyes. She could not breathe very well due to congestion, and therefore, had an even harder time sleeping than normal. 

She shivered a bit, feeling very cold. She heard a knock on the door and let out a groan. She really did not want to deal with people today. Unwrapping herself from her blanket where she sat at her computer, where she was searching up remedies for a sore throat.

She slowly opened the door to find a certain tall demon standing there.

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