[ Knowing herself, it won't be. Staying idle isn't one of her fortes; no matter how badly beaten down in the ring she might have been, she'd always bounce back as soon as possible. This'll likely be no different.
When was the last time someone was glad she was alright? Ren, she recalls, was probably the only one that ever genuinely seemed to care about her well-being. Even more than she did, sometimes. So this feeling of being cared about, being worried over is almost absolutely alien.
That doesn't mean she doesn't like it though. It's definitely strange, but nice all in the same breath. It brings a small yet earnest smile to her face. ]
[ He manages a small smile at that -- and tries very hard not to have those dark thoughts like, What if I hadn't? or What if I had been too late? And he tries not to think about how the site of Rose in this hospital bed reminds him so vividly of Mom, surrounded by machinery and dim lights and unfamiliar sheets.
Peter's eyes flick down to the bedspread (a plain, solid thing that grounds him a little) before returning to her. If he had seemed pensive just a moment before, all evidence of it is wiped from his expression. ]
[ Even though her train of thought is along the same lines as his, she does her best not to show outwardly how the dark corners of her mind supply the horrors of 'what if.' It won't do her any good to speculate. ]
The only thing I need is to get out of here as soon as possible. [ Sorry, Peter, she's just a tad bit stubborn. ] ... Though I guess I'm a little hungry, too. [ She refrains fro, almost letting a truthful 'joke' slip out out that she hasn't been able to afford to eat regularly. Even if she had, however, she doubts she would have kept up a steady meal schedule. She'd never been particularly good at caring for herself for a myriad of reasons.
But this isn't the time to get into that. Hopefully they never have to. ]
[ He reaches over, giving her arm a gentle squeeze -- as much to express, I know, we'll leave when we can, as it is to provide some comfort. ]
I'll go scrounge somethin' up. Probably won't be much better than toast and fruit, though, if that's alright.
[ He stands, stretching, and there's a couple of soft pops of his joints. Clearly he's been sitting here for a while, and he shoots her a sheepish grin before he heads out. ]
Hang tight, okay? I'll be back before you can even miss me.
[ The touch gets a small smile in return. She trusts him (truly does) to get her out of here as soon as possible. Hopefully she can keep herself together until then.
Disassociating hospital environments with horrible torture is a little easier said than done, unfortunately. ]
[ A quick thumbs up is the only answer he gives before exiting the room entirely. And true to his word, he's back after maybe ten minutes or so holding a tray laden with toasted bread, various fruits, and a couple glasses of juice. ]
I couldn't remember which of these you liked. [ He nods down at the different types of fruits on the tray. ] So I figured the best bet would be to grab whichever.
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[ Knowing herself, it won't be. Staying idle isn't one of her fortes; no matter how badly beaten down in the ring she might have been, she'd always bounce back as soon as possible. This'll likely be no different.
When was the last time someone was glad she was alright? Ren, she recalls, was probably the only one that ever genuinely seemed to care about her well-being. Even more than she did, sometimes. So this feeling of being cared about, being worried over is almost absolutely alien.
That doesn't mean she doesn't like it though. It's definitely strange, but nice all in the same breath. It brings a small yet earnest smile to her face. ]
I'm glad you found me.
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Peter's eyes flick down to the bedspread (a plain, solid thing that grounds him a little) before returning to her. If he had seemed pensive just a moment before, all evidence of it is wiped from his expression. ]
You need me to get you anything? Water? Food?
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The only thing I need is to get out of here as soon as possible. [ Sorry, Peter, she's just a tad bit stubborn. ] ... Though I guess I'm a little hungry, too. [ She refrains fro, almost letting a truthful 'joke' slip out out that she hasn't been able to afford to eat regularly. Even if she had, however, she doubts she would have kept up a steady meal schedule. She'd never been particularly good at caring for herself for a myriad of reasons.
But this isn't the time to get into that. Hopefully they never have to. ]
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I'll go scrounge somethin' up. Probably won't be much better than toast and fruit, though, if that's alright.
[ He stands, stretching, and there's a couple of soft pops of his joints. Clearly he's been sitting here for a while, and he shoots her a sheepish grin before he heads out. ]
Hang tight, okay? I'll be back before you can even miss me.
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[ The touch gets a small smile in return. She trusts him (truly does) to get her out of here as soon as possible. Hopefully she can keep herself together until then.
Disassociating hospital environments with horrible torture is a little easier said than done, unfortunately. ]
Okay. I'll hold you to that.
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I couldn't remember which of these you liked. [ He nods down at the different types of fruits on the tray. ] So I figured the best bet would be to grab whichever.