[It's a good thing the little spirit messengers can find their target no matter where they are. Less good that they flit about through the planes of existence so he can't just follow one back to Riye and save time.]
That big study hall What's up? If it's urgent tell me where to meet you
[The receptionist can suck if for all that matters. But Riye was going to do her best to calm down and explain the situation for him. Because she had been dealing with this enough herself.
Though considering this kind of reaction, she didn't blame him. Considering all she knew now. She kind of half expected it, considering nothing was was sent via note for a few moments.
She got up from her seat to greet him. Her face suggested that she was glad he was here, but there was exhaustion.]
[If it were anyone other than Riye, he would have shoved right past them and gone to see Luna for himself. He still cranes his neck in vain to stare toward the sectioned-off back of the clinic, clenching his jaw in agitation.]
[She knew that look. Again, couldn't blame him. That Important Person was in the back of a health clinic after all. But she remained calm, she had to for his sake more than hers really.]
He didn't show up at work for a few days, he didn't breathe a word to me about it. I stopped by your room to drop off some files we needed to look at for the library.
I was about to drop them off there so he could look at them as soon as possible. I opened the door to find him not looking well.
[Putting it lightly...it scared the shit out of her.]
...Two days too many. Mallory knew from experience that even being apart for two hours could lead to disaster. His shoulders slumped suddenly as a demon of guilt settled heavily on his back.]
...Shit. Shit! I never should have left him alone...
[Because he was a coward, Luna had suffered.
Again.
His stomach tightened with anger, but he couldn't direct it at anything - being sober meant having enough self-control not to trash the whole waiting room. So he held it in, acid eating away inside him as usual.]
How bad is 'unwell' supposed to be?
[Enough for an overachiever like him to miss work...?]
You couldn't have known this would happen. Not like this.
[She really didn't want him blaming himself for it, but she knew that was easier said than done anymore. So those words could be taken with a grain of salt and she really was in a state of not minding.
You can't ask. You really can't.
Things really did go to hell and back since Valentines' Day.]
It was enough that I made sure I rushed him on over here to get looked at as fast as I could. He was conscious and didn't look injured, but he did look really weak.
[You don't understand. This wasn't the first time he'd fucked up this badly. It wouldn't be the last either, would it? Always when he gave in to his selfish need to protect a heart that was already damaged beyond repair.
He should have stayed. Even if he'd been abandoned... he still...!
A sharp breath hissed through his teeth as he held himself back from barging in on the nurses anyway. That would only hinder any progress they were making. What good was just standing here like a lump, though?!]
...I... I'll take it from here. You've done plenty. [She'd done more than she could ever know.]
[There were so many pieces of a puzzle she didn't have, but the fact that they were from two different worlds was feeling more and more apparent. There was so much history and anguish these people went through obviously, if the state of Luna in the room were any indication. If the whole Big Blow Out Fight that happened was also one.
She never felt so much in a state of inward confusion in the broadest sense of the word. That kind of lost feeling that made her feel out of place in a world filled with so much more wrong than she initially felt.
But she knew when she did her duty here. Her empathy was very strong but she had to know when it was best to take a back seat, one of the things she was known best for.]
They should be almost done in there, that's what the nurse told me before you got in.
Okay. I'm going to head back to your room...I left a mess.
[Even if things turned out, it wouldn't change any of what he did. What a mess the past couple of days had been.
He just grunts and nods in tired but sincere gratitude. Once he's sure Luna's mentally and physically sound, he'd have to bring her more than just some dumb bagel.]
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That big study hall
What's up? If it's urgent tell me where to meet you
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I'm at the clinic, it's Luna.
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However, it isn't long before the clinic door SLAMS THE FUCK OPEN. The receptionist isn't happy at all but like he even gives a fuck.]
Luna?!
[Oh, yeah, or Riye.]
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Though considering this kind of reaction, she didn't blame him. Considering all she knew now. She kind of half expected it, considering nothing was was sent via note for a few moments.
She got up from her seat to greet him. Her face suggested that she was glad he was here, but there was exhaustion.]
Hey, Mal...He's okay now, they're looking at him.
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What the hell happened?
[Was he injured? Sick? ...Something else?]
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He didn't show up at work for a few days, he didn't breathe a word to me about it. I stopped by your room to drop off some files we needed to look at for the library.
I was about to drop them off there so he could look at them as soon as possible. I opened the door to find him not looking well.
[Putting it lightly...it scared the shit out of her.]
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...Two days too many. Mallory knew from experience that even being apart for two hours could lead to disaster. His shoulders slumped suddenly as a demon of guilt settled heavily on his back.]
...Shit. Shit! I never should have left him alone...
[Because he was a coward, Luna had suffered.
Again.
His stomach tightened with anger, but he couldn't direct it at anything - being sober meant having enough self-control not to trash the whole waiting room. So he held it in, acid eating away inside him as usual.]
How bad is 'unwell' supposed to be?
[Enough for an overachiever like him to miss work...?]
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[She really didn't want him blaming himself for it, but she knew that was easier said than done anymore. So those words could be taken with a grain of salt and she really was in a state of not minding.
You can't ask. You really can't.
Things really did go to hell and back since Valentines' Day.]
It was enough that I made sure I rushed him on over here to get looked at as fast as I could. He was conscious and didn't look injured, but he did look really weak.
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[You don't understand. This wasn't the first time he'd fucked up this badly. It wouldn't be the last either, would it? Always when he gave in to his selfish need to protect a heart that was already damaged beyond repair.
He should have stayed. Even if he'd been abandoned... he still...!
A sharp breath hissed through his teeth as he held himself back from barging in on the nurses anyway. That would only hinder any progress they were making. What good was just standing here like a lump, though?!]
...I... I'll take it from here. You've done plenty. [She'd done more than she could ever know.]
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She never felt so much in a state of inward confusion in the broadest sense of the word. That kind of lost feeling that made her feel out of place in a world filled with so much more wrong than she initially felt.
But she knew when she did her duty here. Her empathy was very strong but she had to know when it was best to take a back seat, one of the things she was known best for.]
They should be almost done in there, that's what the nurse told me before you got in.
Okay. I'm going to head back to your room...I left a mess.
[A look right at him. It'll be okay.]
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He just grunts and nods in tired but sincere gratitude. Once he's sure Luna's mentally and physically sound, he'd have to bring her more than just some dumb bagel.]