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Serica wakes up in the medical unit of headquarters back in Nyxia. The first thing she had realised were the bandages around her upper waist, tight on like a corset. And the fact her shirt was gone.
It was really dark and nobody else was there, so she thought.. She notices light breathing coming from a different bed. She wanted to know who was there, perhaps to learn what happened, so she got up
. A pain struck through her side and she stumbled down again instantly regretting it. She was determined to find answers, so she got back up again.
She approaches the source of the breathing and notices a person as her eyes adjust to the dark setting. This person was.. Dolor? Was she hurt? Why was she in the medical unit? What even happened beforehand..
"Serica..?" She flinched as Dolor spoke. She must have woke her up.
"Yeah.. Are you hurt? What happened? How did we get here!?" Serica is seemingly in distress from the lack of information from her blacking out earlier.
"No.. no im not hurt, but you are, you shouldnt be standing right now." Dolor sits up and pulls her down to sit on the bed beside her. She sits crisscross infront of Serica like they were at a sleepover.
"As for what happened, you remember that one earth person who we've been trying to catch for some time now—Charlize?" "Yeah.." "She happened.. We tried to get her to come with us but she resorted to attacking instead. Remember now?"
"Yeah... But how'd we get here?" "Well, after steali—obtaining bandages, I called for help and me and Parallelle carried you here."
"Parallelles gonna make fun of me for that later—and—did you two really carry me the whole way?"
"Yeah, wasnt too bad," Serica had no idea how to express her gratitude. "Oh my gosh thank you.. I..don't know what to say." "No problem, it was mainly Parallelle carrying you anyway.."
Serica attempts to stretch but halfway drops her arms back down from the straining pain in her side. She winces.
"Serica—are you okay?" She remains clutching her side.
"Yeah. Im alright no need for alarm. And—by the way.. Wheres my shirt.?" Dolor had forgotten about that. "Oh right..uhm, its in the drawer over there."
"..im sorry, it was over your wound." "Whatever you saved my life, its just a shirt" She lays back with her arms tucked beneath her head.
"Do you think Cresca or Ruelle will get mad?" She hopes not, to ease the situation. "Maybe not Crescendine, but Ruelle, possibly..Let's just hope not." Dolor replies.
"..sorry for waking you up." "There's no need to apologise, besides I wanted to talk with you when you got up." Serica's heart warms. She knows she would've been mad if someone woke her up in the night.
"About what?" "I don't know, just talk." Serica lightly blushes at the concern Dolor shows for her. She wonders what to do for a moment.
"Do you think I'll have to go back to work tomorrow?" "Probably not with your condition. I think I'll have to go though,"
"Yeah, but you wont have your partner." Partner.. She likes the sound of that.
"Cresca might just get me to stick around in some group tomorrow." "Gosh is it that serious that we really have to work everyday? We hardly ever find any criminals."
"..Ask me something."Dolor mutters "Is this like the night we got lost on Earth?" "In a way," "Hm okay.. What's your favourite thing about me" Dolor giggles
"We're doing this stuff again?" "Well you said it was like the night we got lost on Earth, so might aswell." She thinks for a second.
"Well it's hard to pick one.. I love your hair, that's one." That's the least sappy thing she could've said in the moment. She was holding back on this one.
"Thanks," In her head shes admitting to ask these sorts of questions to get closer to Dolor. "Now, you ask me one."
"Gosh I don't know..What's your favourite colour.?" Dolor has no questions in store.
"You can do better than that Dolor," "Okay—okay, if you could kill anyone, no consequences who would it be?"
Oh.. Serica was anticipating a sweet question but this works too I guess. "Oh. I dont know, everyone's kinda at our throats nowadays. Do I have to pick one?"
"Yes." "Hmm.. Oh I forgot about," She lowers her voice to a whisper to avoid anyone else hearing. "Ruelle. Definitely Ruelle." "That's reasonable"
Serica's breathing switches up, shes in pain again but she's not trying to alert Dolor. "Okay, my turn to.. a-ask." Dolor notices that somethings off. She leans in closer "Serica are you okay?" "Yeah im fine."
"Don't lie.." Sorrow washes over Dolor. If she had stepped in earlier, Serica wouldn't be in pain right now.
"I'm just trying to.. take my mind off of the pain, keep talking." "Its not my turn though," "Doesn't matter, just say anything.." Dolor has got nothing to say. " Uhm..I uhhh. Sigh.."
Sericas eyes remain closed not knowing what to expect. She feels the bed shift around before feeling the comfort of Dolor's torso against hers " wh..?" "Just shh.. I'm taking your mind off of things."
She embraces Serica, resting by her side. She tucks her forehead into the curve of her neck. Serica would usually push her away, protest, anything, but not tonight. Her mind was flooded, this was definitely working, so much that she forgets about the gash in her side.
Serica just keeps quiet to avoid making things worse. She feels Dolor breathing on her neck making her face flush harder.
"Serica?"
"..yeah?"
"You okay?"
"..yeah."
She was not expecting this kind of behaviour from Dolor—sure she'd always try to cheer her up, but this was beyond anything she'd ever done.
Dolor has one of her arms over Serica's waist, being extra cautious to avoid her injury. "Just try to sleep for now, we'll figure things out in the morning." "Mhm.."
And so, that's what they did.