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15strangers2018-08-10 08:55 am
strangerpeople) wrote in 15strangers2018-08-10 08:55 am
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THE THIRD INVESTIGATION
[As Friday dawns, all seems peaceful. No screaming. No electricity. Nothing in the bathrooms. All is quiet. However, it is a Friday, so there's no guarantee anymore that someone hasn't taken up Marie's offer. Even if they haven't, it's clear time is running out for a guaranteed means of escape. At least, if what Marie claims is true.
It's probably a good idea to look around and check up on people and places before going about one's normal day, regardless. Better safe than sorry, right?]
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Finch-san found the two of you at the same time - I came in when I heard her shout. I....thought you were dead, too, at first.
[Praise everything that thought was wrong.]
CW: impending vomiting
His head aches too much for that to matter. Another man is dead. There's a dead man inches away and even having everyone close by can't make that leave his mind. His head hurts and it's too bright and oh god Passepartout never did anything to anyone, what the fuck....]
I - I think I'm gonna puke....
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Do we have a bowl or anything?
[Attention back to Jonathan.]
Take your time, alright? And don't move any more than necessary. I'll stay right here, so if you need or remember anything, tell me.
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[And she sprints out the door, finding a bit of purpose this time even if it's a small bit.
She's back a minute or two later, carrying a white mixing bowl.]
Will this do?
What is a posting order? Who even knows....
potential emeto warning continues
He is miserable and he can't even give that voice, because if he opens his mouth he's pretty sure words won't be the only thing leaving it. So instead he grabs Nagisa's hand and squeezes it - a silent "thank you", a silent "I'm sorry", a silent "I'm glad you're here". His head hurts too much and his stomach is too unsettled to be angry and yell at people.]
Re: potential emeto warning continues
[One hand stays in Jonathan's and he presents the bowl with the other. Now that he's sure Jonathan is mostly alright - at the least, not dead or dying - Nagisa is back to steady as the rising tide. Four weeks here, and he's not giving in.
What doesn't kill him teaches him more.]
If you need to. Alright? Deep breaths.
emeto warning: it's not potential anymore
[Jonathan's voice is soft and shaken and weary, exhausted on top of queasy, but he's beyond grateful, and that hopefully does come through.
He only lets go of Nagisa's hand to accept the bowl and steady it with both of his, and... well, deep breaths only mean the expected happens faster, as he practically curls up over the thing. It's not as though there's that much in him, but with the headache and the knowledge that someone else is dead, and he couldn't stop it... it takes some time before his body stops trying to wrench the sheer despairing horror out of itself and it's over.]
...I hate this. Can't remember... shit.
[He spits, one last time, and shuts his eyes.]
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[As she says this, she goes behind him and holds his hair back a little bit. It is a little long, and if he's still a...somewhat normal person, so she's going to assume he doesn't want vomit in it.]
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It takes a moment, once he's sure he's done, but - ]
Thanks. That... thanks.
[It takes a serious effort to not just lean back against her, and shove the bowl out at arm's length to whomever.]
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[She really is, in a way. She's just grateful that he survived whatever happened last night. Losing two friends in a row like this? It could've broken her.
So she's just...happy, that her Not-Older-Brother is still alive.]
Now with less posting order heckery
He also takes that bowl away when Jonathan is done, too. Don't need that sticking around.]
I know it's frustrating, but you're doing well. Don't push yourself. I'm glad we didn't lose you, too.
REWORKED WITH BONUS ANGST
[He looks at Nagisa, bandaged and teary-eyed (and not wholly because of being sick), and feels very suddenly an absolute certainty that he is not the older brother at all. Not when he's being taken care of so often. He wants to just hide, bury his face against Nagisa's shoulder and sob, and not stop until his head doesn't hurt anymore.
Even though that's never how it works. Even though he's bigger and older and should be living up to Akira's request of him and making sure Nagisa isn't hurt.
All of this probably only looks like he's in pain, to anyone looking at his face. He is, of course, it is pain, but it is not simply the pain in his head....]
Made a promise. 'mnot goin' anywhere without you. Know I tried, know I fucked up, but....
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Probably because of the concussion. Hopefully you weren't hit hard enough to completely knock the memory out... [That sounds like much more serious brain damage than they'd be able to treat.] You'll need time to recover, after this.
[He feels the telltale signs. Burning eyes, tightening sinuses. Not yet. Save it for later. For now... Whoever is responsible for this will have to face punishment, but that's never been Nagisa's focus. He's set his sights on something bigger. He'd already told himself he'll need to apologize to Korosensei, right?
He bets he could do it.]
I'm sorry.