sayitwithpocky | Because you can never have enough hurt/comfort

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Because you can never have enough hurt/comfort

[Clarissa is finally awake for the first time in hours, and the first thought that slowly pulls itself together through the sleepy and medicated haze is relief that she's not in the hospital. The world is blurred as she looks around, bleary and disorientated, but the lack of white and sterility around her is comforting. Just because she's spent so much of her life in and out of hospitals doesn't mean she doesn't hate them.

It had been a horrible few days, Clarissa knows that much, but thankfully she doesn't remember most of it. She does remember the ditch, and how she had begun falling before she had even realised there had been anything to fall into. She remembers how her head had struck something hard on the way down and how there had been a horrible, tearing pain in her side, more terrible than she thinks she's ever experienced, before she had blacked out.

What she doesn't remember is being found by a pair of Pokemon trainers who had happened to be passing and dragged to the island's only clinic, nor being sent straight into extensive surgery to remove the bits of tree-branch impaled in her side. But she remembers being briefly conscious in the clinic before falling back into medically-induced sleep.

...And now she's here, on the sofa in her own home, in her well-worn pull-over hooded sweatshirt and with one of the scruffy spare blankets over her. Right now that's all she cares about...although, there was one other thing...but right now she can barely think straight and is just tempted to fall straight back to sleep...]

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[Silver is pretty much a jumble of mixed emotions. Fear mixed with relief mixed with annoyance are a rather dangerous combination for a guy like him.

He's annoyed that she just had to be a damsel in distress and get herself into this situation. But even more annoying is the fact that he was worried sick about her and barely slept. Add to that realizing how she must have felt when he got captured and needed rescuing...well, suddenly him calling her a damsel doesn't hold much weight, does it? At least her peril was an accident.

He'd taken her home and set her up on the couch so she could rest properly and then flopped onto his own bed, trying to catch up on the sleep he'd missed. After about an hour's rest he decided to go check up on her.]

[She does doze off again, just for a while — even after sleeping for the better part of a day and a half she's still so exhausted, but her sleep is lighter this time, and she begins to stir when she hears someone enter the room. Her eyelids still feel heavy as she opens her eyes, squinting in the light.]

[He just looks at her, all tired and pitiful and so unlike her normal self.]

...hey.

[Clarissa blinks back, raising a hand to her face and rubbing her eyes with the heel of her hand. Thankfully she's too out of it to tsun at Silver or make a fuss about being seen in such a state — unless that makes it worse?]

Nn...Hi...

...you feeling any better? [probably a stupid question, but..]

[Well...she's still got an obscene amount of pain medication running around her system, so she's not in any hideous amount of pain or anything at least, but, well...you know.]

Ugh...less dead, I guess.

...good.

You should've been more careful. [Criticizing is the only way he can show concern right now okay] You'd think someone who's gotten herself in trouble as much as you would know better by now.

[Man, she's only just woken up and she's already being lectured? What a drag. She knows Silver well enough by now to get why he's doing it but...sheesh, give a girl a break... Clarissa groans and scowls half-heartedly (or at least, as heartedly as anyone can when their head still feels like someone packed it with cotton-wool).]

Didn't even see it, okay... [The ditch, she means.] ...What the hell happened...?

You fell in a ditch and got impaled on a tree branch. [crosses his arms over his chest]

[Sigh.] Great. Guess I'm stuck here for a while then, huh... [She'll be sure to bitch about this very loudly later once just staying awake and alert isn't requiring all her effort. She really does look weak and tired, but at least she looks...uh...slightly annoyed now, too.]

Yeah, you kinda are. That's what you get for being careless. [and making him worry. He lost SO much sleep because of you, Clarissa.]

[Hey, at least you're not the one who had the chunk of wood impaled in their side. Plus you can consider this payback for how little she slept after the kidnapping business...]

'Told you, I didn't see the damn ditch, okay? Stupid frickin' island putting...holes everywhere... The hell am I supposed to even do until this stuff heals? [Other than sleep even more, that is.]

You could've looked where you were going! [Damn it, he's not good with this sort of thing. Caring is tough shit, okay?]

[She knows that feeling pretty well, though that doesn't stop her expression flickering with irritation. She opens her mouth to say something, before abruptly closing it again and turning her head away with a "hmph!"

After a couple of seconds she looks back, still keeping her head mostly turned away but looking at Silver out of the corner of her eye.]

...You look like crap. [It's just an observation, albeit a rude one.

Surely he wasn't that—? ...Nah, he couldn't have been, right?]

Thanks. [runs a hand through his messy hair] Kinda comes with the whole "not sleeping" deal, y'know?

[...Huh.]

...Why didn't you sleep?

[Clarissa's not stupid (okay, maybe a little stupid) — she knows why, but it's just...odd, that's all. She's not used to having anyone be concerned for her anymore, and to have Silver worry to the point he'd even not sleep is even more surprising. So she wants to hear it said for her self, even if she expects she won't get to, knowing Silver and all.]

Hmph. Figure that out yourself. [like hell he's going to admit how worried he was about her]

[Fine, fine... Even if he won't admit to it she's still going to tease him about it. She's vaguely aware that maybe she should be more concerned that Silver had fretted himself into insomnia but...damn, this is too good, okay; the same kid who once told her caring was for the weak.

...Somehow this makes her feel...really happy.

She manages a smirk, going in straight with the obvious; she's still quieter than usual and sounds about as worn-out as she looks, but manages to have that grating teasing tone as per usual.]

You weren't worried about me, were you?

O-of course not! Why should I be worried about someone who can't even watch where they're walking?! [It's kinda obvious he's lying, though. The way he rubs the back of his head and will barely look at her...and he's blushing a little, too.]

[She stares at Silver, his suddenly awkward behaviour just making that smirk of hers stretch wider. She laughs— only laughing just sends a dense pang of pain through her side and she flinches, still having to stifle a few chokes of laughter despite herself.]

You're an idiot!

H-hey, don't go turning this all around on me!! [there's no hiding the worried look as he notices the flinching] And you shouldn't be laughing while you're still so hurt!

I'm fine, don't stress it. [Look, see, she's stopped laughing.

Her gaze softens a little, as does her tone.]

...Come 'ere.

[Normally she'd just pull him over but somehow she doubts trying to get up to reach him would have a much better effect on her than laughing did...]

...um...okay? [he moves over to her, sitting down gingerly beside her.]

[She frees her arms from under the blanket and reaches up to him, so that she can grip the fabric of his jacket and coax him down to her, if he lets her. If he does, she'll be kissing him. ...It's probably not the nicest of kisses, dental hygiene having fallen by the wayside while Clarissa's been hardly awake for the last few days, but...she just needs this, okay.

...Plus consider it thanks for caring enough to worry about her. Or something.]

[After the initial flinching at said poor dental hygiene, he kisses her back...surprisingly gently. This is too weird, being gentle with people is a completely alien concept to him; despite his treating her as such he knows she's no damsel and she's only gentle with him when he's at his lowest points.

Then again, she's recovering from a rather serious injury and Silver's not enough of a dick to make it WORSE by being rough with her.]

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