Because you can never have enough hurt/comfort

[bandagedbandit]

[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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[bandagedbandit]

[She does it just to torment you I mean, what?

Clarissa gives a tiny sigh, inching slightly closer herself, keeping her head where it is; her hair looks like it exploded after days of sleeping and not having it brushed, and is sticking out in every direction.]

The next few weeks are gonna suck...

[nameissilver]

Yeah, they are. Glad I'm not you! [but he'll be here to try to take care of you anyway. Hope you don't mind a total fail nurse who can't cook!]

[bandagedbandit]

[Well, when she was living on her own with only her Pokemon to help her, whenever something like this happened she'd end up living off take-outs for ages, so surely this can't be any worse. ...Right?

Just don't add food poisoning to her list of issues and it'll be just fine.]

Tch, thanks, you're sooo kind! [HMPH.

At least with Silver to help out and give her actual human company this shouldn't be quite as bad as all the other times she's been laid-up like this.]

[nameissilver]

Yeah, well. [shakes his head, toying with her messy hair] You're lucky I like you so much. I wouldn't do this for just anyone.

[bandagedbandit]

[...Well, that's surprisingly honest. Damn, Silver, aren't you just full of surprises today. Clarissa's totally not blushing though. No, nope, nada. ...Okay, maybe just a tiny bit.]

Wha— why so... so... direct, right now? Huh? And hey, it's not like I asked you to do anything for me—! [Not...that she doesn't appreciate it or whatever...]

[nameissilver]

...I don't know! Maybe it's cause you look so pathetic and tired and I was wor- [coughs, turning red himself] I mean...well...you looked after me when I got kidnapped like a damsel, right?

[bandagedbandit]

[That blush just keeps getting deeper, dammit Silver!]

Y-yeah well... you might be the damsel but I'm not. I can take care of myself just— [..Wait for it...] ...Who did you just say looks pathetic?!

[Oh, oh no you didn't, if she wasn't in such a state she would kick your butt for that. FUUUUME.]

[nameissilver]

Oh, come on, I've said worse! [sticks his tongue out]

[bandagedbandit]

[Grumbles.] I do not look pathetic... [...She totally does. Sob, this never stops being embarrassing.]

[nameissilver]

Yeah, you kinda do. [he's smiling, though, aww...]

[bandagedbandit]

[She just looks up at him with a faint scowl, before huffing and turning her face away. But Silver may have caught how her cheeks had reddened just slightly.]

...Whatever!

[nameissilver]

Oh come on, at least I'm treating you normal here! Some other guy would act all sappy and overprotective and treat you like glass! [he won't even mention how borderline tempted he'd been do to that...or close to it, anyway. He was worried, damn it, and he just wants things to be back to normal. And for her never to scare him like that again, that'd be good.]

[bandagedbandit]

Like I'd ever date that big a sap. It's not like stuff like this hasn't happened to me before, anyway! [Which...also means this is unlikely to be the last time Silver will get a scare like this.]

[nameissilver]

[Date. Just hearing the word in conjunction with the two of them still feels weird.]

Yeah, I know...but it wouldn't kill you to be less careless! [practice what you preach, Silver dear.]

[bandagedbandit]

Ugh, again with that... Do you think I like that this crap always happens to me? Do you think I don't try to avoid it? [Any other day and these statement would have been angered ones, but she's still so drained and hasn't the energy to fight; she just sounds defeated.]

[nameissilver]

...well, yeah. [he's still not willing to admit just how upset and worried this makes him, how much he just wants her to be okay.]

[bandagedbandit]

[She gives a 'tch' and closes her eyes.]

You're so stupid. [She doesn't mean it, but this is just so old for her. She's been this way ever since she can remember...she's been covered in injuries and bandages ever since she can remember. And nobody has ever stopped telling her to just "be more careful", like she wouldn't be if she could.]

[nameissilver]

Am not! [sticks his tongue out and nestles a little closer, careful not to aggravate her wounds]

[bandagedbandit]

Are too! [She nuzzles her head against him, managing to relax again.]

[nameissilver]

I am not. [sighs] Even now you still love to pick on me!

[bandagedbandit]

You started it! [Clarissa's turn to stick her tongue out. Come on, Silver, you know Clarissa is never above petty silliness like this.]

[nameissilver]

Did not! [and neither is Silver. By this time Sneasel and Haunter have come into the room and look Very Amused by this]

[bandagedbandit]

Did too— [Clarissa notices they have company and glares at the pair of pokemon. How dare you find her and your master's petty half-squabble to be funny! ...Although, this...reminds her about something...]

Ah—! [Her hand jumps automatically to wear her belt would usually be, her fingers passing through the air where her pokeballs are missing. Shit, she completely forgot about her team—] Where are my pokemon? You have them, right?

[nameissilver]

They're at the Pokemon center, don't worry. [He probably should have gone to pick them up a while ago, but at least they're being taken care of?] I'll go get them later.

[bandagedbandit]

[She breathes a small sigh of relief, settling back down.]

Yeah, okay. [As long as all her pokeballs are safe and not lost at the bottom of that damned ditch then it's fine by her. Like she needs her Haunter to be trolling her right now anyway, even if it would have been nice to have Clefairy around.]