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wildestlogs2021-11-08 10:45 am
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"I'd rather die than ask for help, except I don't want to die"
Who: Elle and Dan
What: Elle taking up Dan's offer of first aid.
Where: Wherever they're making camp.
When: The same night the Faire was attacked.
Warnings/Notes: aftermath of violence, injury.
Once Elle makes sure the people she knows are safe and taken care of, she sheepishly sidles up to Dan.
To say she looks like shit is an understatement. They all look terrible, but Elle's once-nice clothes are in tatters and she's covered in dirt and ash. Her back is mostly covered in dried blood from her earlier injury.
"Hey," she says quietly, glancing around to make sure no one is paying particular attention to them.
"You got a minute?"
The expression on her face is a mixture of 'I would rather be doing literally else right now' and 'I am too exhausted to be as stubborn about things as I'd like to'.
What: Elle taking up Dan's offer of first aid.
Where: Wherever they're making camp.
When: The same night the Faire was attacked.
Warnings/Notes: aftermath of violence, injury.
Once Elle makes sure the people she knows are safe and taken care of, she sheepishly sidles up to Dan.
To say she looks like shit is an understatement. They all look terrible, but Elle's once-nice clothes are in tatters and she's covered in dirt and ash. Her back is mostly covered in dried blood from her earlier injury.
"Hey," she says quietly, glancing around to make sure no one is paying particular attention to them.
"You got a minute?"
The expression on her face is a mixture of 'I would rather be doing literally else right now' and 'I am too exhausted to be as stubborn about things as I'd like to'.

cw: semi-graphic depiction of injury
Okay, they're definitely not minor cuts, but compared to some of the other stuff she's been through, they might as well be.
Seeing the exposed muscles of her torso. Watching and feeling her skin regrow, inch by agonizing inch.
The memories of pain are still too close to the surface, but she tries to let it all wash past her without getting dragged under.
"Yeah, I know a couple of people here. There's this girl, Stacia, I know her from back home. This version of her doesn't know me, yet, which is pretty weird. But I trust her.
"At this point I don't know if sleeping is on the table for me, at least until I've healed a bit more. I'll probably keep watch so others can get some rest and take a power nap in the morning."
Is Elle exhausted? Absolutely, but she's also wired that she can't imagine trying to sleep right now. Someone needs to keep watch, anyway.
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He takes a drink from his flask and starts to washing out the debris in her arm from his waterskin. "I know Stacia. Me and her met on the Rig she was kidnapped to all that time back."
He cares deeply for her, and since he adopted the last girl he developed a parental relationship with, he's also scared of getting much closer to Stacia. It's in his instincts to try and caretake and protect, but it runs against his interest in shielding his heart from harm.
"If you need someone to keep watch, I'm naturally nocturnal, and I'm getting enough sleep since my husband and me can swap watch shifts." He starts stitching her arm. "Wish I could offer you something for the pain."
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"I'll probably take you up on the offer, one of these nights. I think I'm too wired to even get to sleep right now, though."
Dan expressing a desire for an anesthetic warms her heart. She's feeling better and better about making the call to come to him for help.
"Probably wouldn't do much, anyway. I tend to metabolize shit faster than it can affect me."
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Dan likes things so sweet that they start boring holes in his teeth. He has no idea that your mouth isn't supposed to hurt when you eat.
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She scrunches up her face as she tries to imagine it. Whiskey and cotton candy... Yeah, she can't picture those going particularly well together.
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"Alright, well. Where are you spending the night tonight? I'm trying to get the lay of who's where."
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What Elle doesn't say is "There's an empty hole in my mind where my pack should be and I don't know if I can sleep without being able to feel them. I'm probably hurting too much to be able to lay down, and if I close my eyes all I'm going to see is my brother's dismembered body."
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She doesn't need to say it; it's basically the same thing going through Dan's head. He slept in a van, cramped up with his siblings, for years as they got picked off one by one. It was fifteen, twenty years ago. He still feels that empty hole, still wakes up sometimes and thinks Kitty must have stepped out for a smoke or Zack's probably off getting us another can of gas before he remembers where he is. And he never goes to sleep easy, even if it's easier now that he's married and can drift off in someone's arms.
"You tell anyone else who needs stitching that they can come to me, alright?"
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Elle stands up and shakes out her limbs. She's feeling a little stiff from sitting in the same position for so long.
"I'll let them know," she assures him. She almost starts to walk away, but pauses.
"Thank you, again. I get the feeling you would do this for anyone who needs it, especially if they asked, but I still appreciate it. I like to think I'm a good judge of character, and I'm glad I trusted you."
She tries to put as much gentle, genuine appreciation in her voice as she thinks he'll be able to handle. There's a reason she makes it about herself at the end, there, and it's because she doesn't think Dan is someone who lets himself take compliments.
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