All the strange, strange creatures [Locked to Des]

[worseforfears]

Becky's still in the hospital. It's only two days out from her Fall, and she banged herself up pretty good. Badly broken leg, fractured ribs, lots of bruising and internal injuries. She's stable, though, and conscious, if a little out of it from the pain medications.

Actually, her eyes are closed and her head tipped back, and she looks like she's asleep, but her fingers are skittering over the blankets as if they were a keyboard.

Yes, she's playing the piano IN HER HEAD.

Annie, thankfully, is down in the cafeteria getting coffee. And food. Becky insisted. That and she wants chocolate from the vending machines.

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It was actually hard to convince Des, himself not to stay and lurk in the waiting room for two days straight but Annie sort of insisted (with threats) that she could handle it and he needed to get back before someone (Martha, the Doctor, etc.) worried about him.

But he's back now, with a panic button in his pocket, no less, just in case something decides to explode from there to here. He stops off at the door and knocks a few times before entering without waiting for so much as a 'come in.'

"Hey, Becks, how you holdin' up?"

Simple questions first. Then, if he's feeling particularly blunt, he might bring up the things that Annie will eat him for, because he's too dense to realize things.

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Becky's eyes open, and she looks over at him. At first, her eyes hit about at his chest, as per usual, but it sort of visibly processes in her head that she can look up, and she does, smiling a little in a relieved sort of way.

"Hey," she says, her voice weak - hey, she jumped off a three-story building two days ago and survived. She's allowed to be weak. That and she's on a lot of morphine right now. "'M okay. Annie's gonna bring me chocolate."

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"Hey, chocolate is the best medicine. That or laughter, I forget which." He's grinning cutely and he rather likes it that she actually can look in his eyes and have it not be this huge ordeal. That's something anyway.

He has so many mixed emotions about this whole thing, it's making his stomach hurt.

He walks over to the chair beside her bed and sits down. "They giving you the good stuff?" He inclines his head towards the IV, a feigned look of seriousness that seems to suggest they better be in a completely mocking way.

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Becky laughs, softly - it's not very big for two reasons: the good stuff and the fact that she's got fractured ribs and it sorta hurts, even through the morphine. "Yeah. Real good. Sorta achy, but I don't really care, so it evens out."

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"That's good to hear," he nods, leaning back in his chair and pausing awkwardly, because... This is the part that's going to be branded him an idiot forever and have a lion and a dragon sorting through his sweetbreads if he's not careful.

"Why didn't you say anything?" He asks, far too quickly. It sounds better than "Why did you do it?" because he knows why and it makes sense... It just seems like there should have been another way. Dinah manages, after all.

Except Becky's not Dinah. She's... Becky.

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Normally, this would upset her a lot more than this is going to. Having someone she loves so much (and she can LET herself now, that's a concept that'll take some getting used to) not understand.

But she's doped up on morphine just now, so it only hurts a little, enough to make her face fall. "You would've stopped me," she says.

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"Probably," he says, rubbing the back of his head and screwing up his hair. One might say he's picked up bad habits from the Doctor even if his hair isn't nearly as fluffy and prone to sticking up.

"I'm trying to understand this," he grimaces, looking down at the floor. "And... Yeah, I guess it's better this way. You're not hurting. I understand that... I just... You could have died, Becky."

It might be possible that Des has had four thousand years to despise the concept of suicide, considering that put him in the position he was in before coming here screwed it all to hell in the best way possible. Not that that's pertinent here, it's just the one bit of justification he has for saying what he's saying.

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"I know," Becky says, rather matter-of-factly. "But... I had my panic button, so people would come right away. And I tucked my head up so I wouldn't fracture my skull or anything. Legs first, y'know?" She stops and searches desperately for words. "Just... if I was gonna keep living, I didn't want to do it terrified of seeing someone else die."

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He nods slowly, covering his face in his hands. Logically, it makes so much sense and it should make sense in every way, including his own friggin' heart, but...

One of these days he's going to learn that he's not Mr. Invincible, that he doesn't always get to save the day, that there are some things he just can't fix with words and comfort. You don't slay the metaphorical dragon (sorry, Annie) and have everything be okay for the princess.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry you had to lose your wings for it to all go away."

It's not his fault- it's not like he was here when Becky got her calling and it's not like he could have prevented it if he was... He just feels like he could have done something to make it better, even if he couldn't.

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"I know," Becky says, with the simplicity of small children and the very very drugged. She reaches out for his hand, though, smiling a little again.

"But you know what? I'm still here. And now I don't have to want it anymore, and I can just be me."

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He takes her hand and finally looks up at her, because... It's true. It really is and goddammit, he should be deliriously happy about that and he is.

And really the feel of her hand in his reassures him the way that seeing her apparently didn't... That despite losing her wings, she's here still.

"Yeah," he smiles, squeezing her hand. "Yeah, you are and you can.... And that's absolutely amazing."

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"I'm going to enjoy this a lot more once I'm not in the hospital and doped up on pain killers," she comments.

She wants hugs, but given the fact that her arms are literally one of the only things that weren't injured in her fall... yeah, probably not a good idea. Annie's been having difficulty with that one.

"Hey, you came to see me!" she exclaims tiredly, like she just noticed, smiling sleepily.