( open ) why are you my remedy?

[mindtricks]

CHARACTERS: cassandra anderson + you
LOCATION: her quarters, kitchen, gunnery, gym, etc.
WARNINGS: blood tbh
SUMMARY: anderson dealing with the physical effects of the current plot
NOTES: starters in comments!

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open ▶ kitchen

[mindtricks]

[ anderson has some practice in ignoring pain, but the headache makes it hard to focus on anything but that, pounding in her head and resulting in a trickle of blood from her nose now and again. she's taken to carrying a tissue with her, flecked with red more often than not.

even with the headache and bleeding, she still needs to eat. she's never been much of a cook, but now her diet consists almost entirely of some bread. anyone making their way to the kitchen might find her hunched over, usually straight posture broken and her shoulders curving in while she steadies her head with one hand or presses the tissue to her nose, holding her food with the other.

she'll offer apologetic smiles, maybe even a sorry if anyone's reaction to the blood is disgust or worry about hygiene. ]

Re: open ▶ kitchen

[cantfixtime]

[Serah's one of the last people to be affected-- which is why she's lucky enough to actually make herself a decent meal in the kitchen, but that doesn't mean she isn't noticing Anderson. After watching her struggle for a while, Serah decides she can't continue to ignore the lady, even to save Anderson some dignity. Serah comes to stand next to her, bending over to try and look her in the face.]

Are you alright?

[mindtricks]

[ anderson hadn't been the first - but she's in the first third or so to get the symptoms and if she hadn't realised that the duration of their stay here has an impact, she would now.

anderson looks up when serah addresses her now, though she's of course been aware of her presence before. her mutation means that even with her eyes closed, it's impossible not to notice people around her, unless they're like severus snape - him, she couldn't read at all. ]

Not really. [ but her tone is resigned more than anything else. she isn't all right, but there doesn't seem to be much any of them can do about it. ]

[cantfixtime]

[Serah puts her arm on Cassandra's shoulder, looking around for something like a towel for her to give the girl. She looks in her bag, too, for her chocobo. Maybe they could heal this up.]

What can I do for you? You can have some of my food, if you like, once I make it.

[mindtricks]

[ it's such an easy gesture, unthinking physical touch offered as comfort, and anderson drops her head forward and smiles despite the pain. ]

I'd like that. [ really, she's getting a little tired of sandwiches, but she hardly has the energy to make anything more involved. ]

[cantfixtime]

Okay.

[Finally finding something towel like, Serah hands it over.]

It's just gonna be eggs or something like that. Is that okay with you?

[mindtricks]

[ she takes the towel - or dish rag, really? - and presses it to her nose, not to still the bleeding so much as to keep it off everything else.

a little muffled: ] That would be great.

[cantfixtime]

Tip your head back. I have an idea, but it'll have to wait for a bit. Sit down, we'll get you fixed up with something to eat.

[Serah gives the girl a pat on the back and pulls a chair to her before going back to making some eggs, adding a few for her new lunch guest. Once it's done, Serah makes some toast to go with it before plating it and giving it to the girl.]

How are you doing?