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Sabo registers the bright lights of a car pulling up beside her from where she's laid down in the snow with a sort of passing awareness. It's hard to think right now.
Snow crunches by her head- and oh, she missed the door opening and shutting. Someone crouches down by her, and Sabo peels her eyes open to see.. Trafalgar Law, she thinks? The searing light makes it hard to tell.
She shuts her eyes again, headlights piercing through her skull like an ice pick.
"You alive down there?" Comes Laws voice. It’s nice, soothing in its low rumble. Sabo processes the question belatedly and makes an indecisive hum.
"Alright," Law says, almost a question. "Are you laying on the side of the road just for fun, then?"
Sabo makes another vague noise before articulating enough to respond "Hit my head."
It’s not her best work, but it gets the point across. Law seems abruptly more concerned. Oh, when did Sabo open her eyes again? It’s a nice view from down here, at least. All stars, streetlights, and Laws eyes.
"You mind if i check that out?"
Sabo.. blinks. There’s a long moment of silence before she remembers she should respond. She shrugs, grimacing as newly cold snow rubs against her neck.
Law makes a sound halfway between a sigh and a laugh, then there are warm, gloved hands gently carding through Sabos hair. It feels really nice- Sabo makes a contented little hum, eyes fluttering shut again.
Fingers brush over a sore spot soon, though, and Sabo jerks in place, accidentally making it worse in her reflexive movement.
Law lets out a sympathetic hiss from above her.
"Yeah, you're going to need the ER for this one."
Sabo makes a sad noise. She really does not want to do that.
Law sighs. "Let’s get you up and moving, at least." and then there's hands holding Sabo, pulling her up to her feet in stumbling, clumsy movements.
Sabo leans heavy against Laws shoulder, her dark hair tickling Sabos nose where her face is pressed against her. Law's much warmer than Sabo is. Probably on account of not having been sitting in the snow for... Sabo doesn't know how long.
She’s distracted by this train of thought, so when Law opens her car door with a clatter it startles her, head jerking up.
Law glances at her dazed state and takes pity, basically draping her into the passenger seat of her car. There’s so much shit in it, Sabo notes, observing as if from behind a wall of glass.
Dozens of empty, crunched bottles, two separate boxes of tissues squished and half torn apart- Sabo spots three different bags of nonsense just left there. Magazines, receipts, what looks to be an entire stack of paperwork in her backseat..
It's not like Sabo has any room to talk, but she still does her best effort to give Law a judgmental look as the other girl slides into the drivers seat, slamming her door closed.
Law catches the intent and rolls her eyes. "I can just leave you here, you know."
Sabo changes her expression to look as pitiful as possible. It still feels like words are beyond her, but someone actively talking to her is helping her coherency fade into forefront. Moving her face feels a bit like shes possessing her own body, which is kind of entrancing in its weirdness.
When she was laying down, it kind of felt like she was fading in and out- startling into consciousness as if remembering she existed, then staring into nothing as it faded back out.
Now, she’s present, just.. distorted.
Law hums a little as she starts up the car. then, as if its just occurred to her, she says “Is there anyone you want me to call?”
Sabo makes another indistinct noise in response, sort of shrugging. Maybe? She cant really.. think right now. From where Laws glancing over, grimacing, she seems to pick up on this.