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Post by Gidget on Jan 4, 2021 11:57:02 GMT -8
For the umpteenth time that day, Gidget checked through her messages, her emails, everything. Things were going well with WR, so well it scared her... until recently. They had seemed to drop of the face of the planet for a couple of days, and it was worrying her.
She looked around. She had no kind of peace offering... so, as quick as she could, she ordered some pizza for immediate delivery. With it still hot and fresh, she made her way down to WR's apartment and knocked on their door.
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Post by WR Harthe on Jan 4, 2021 12:41:34 GMT -8
If Gidget hung around long enough, the door would eventually swing open, and a very tired WR would appear. They were dressed in loose, gray sweatpants and a matching tank top. Their hair looked like it hadn't been washed in days, and their eyes were very obviously struggling to stay open. There were new bruises all along their arms, and there was a huge gash on the right side of their forehead.
They very weakly smiled, and stood aside to let Gidget in.
"Hi."
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Post by Gidget on Jan 4, 2021 13:12:52 GMT -8
Gidget furrowed her brows. The gash looked like it probably needed to be treated, especially if they weren't taking proper care of themselves.
"Do you have a first aid kit?" She asked, walking in and looking for somewhere to put the pizza.
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Post by WR Harthe on Jan 4, 2021 13:22:54 GMT -8
WR shrugged, and yawned, waiting for Gidget to walk inside to close the door behind her. They followed her into the living room and gestured to the counter for her to set the pizza. Their apartment wasn't actually as barren as some would have thought. There was a barely used couch pushed against the back wall, and a coffee table between it and the chair next to it. On the other end was a desk cluttered with paper, writing utensils, and if examined closely enough, blood stains. The chair in front of it was laying on its side, as if it had been thrown over in a fit of rage.
But, despite all the furniture, WR fell to the floor, grunting as they far from gracefully landed on their side. It almost looked like it pained them to push onto their bottom.
They very clearly weren't doing well, but it was pretty obvious they weren't going to acknowledge it to her.
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Post by Gidget on Jan 4, 2021 13:25:55 GMT -8
She cut a glance at WR and shook her head. Leaving the pizza on the counter, she turned and went back to her apartment, jogging to make it quick. She grabbed ahold of her first aid kit, which was stocked significantly better than the average person, and returned to WR.
Closing the door behind herself, she knelt beside them. "I'm going to clean this up, okay?" She murmured, her voice surprisingly soft, almost kind, as she opened her kit.
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Post by WR Harthe on Jan 4, 2021 13:35:36 GMT -8
WR sighed as Gidget scurried off, and rolled onto their back to blankly stare at the ceiling. Drake held them to a promise to not get her involved, to not even tell her any of what was happening. But, that also meant there was a part of their life she would never be able to see, a part of their life that was growing progressively more difficult to hide...and it would only get worse. But, they never broke a promise. Ever. And this one was no different. They might be able to compromise with Drake further down the line, but for now, it was the way it was.
When Gidget came back, WR turned their head over and smiled, weakly raising an arm to lift their hair so she could clearly inspect the gash.
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Post by Gidget on Jan 4, 2021 13:38:57 GMT -8
Gidget looked over the gash and sighed. "This is going to hurt," she murmured, and began to clean the wound. She didn't say anything else, just quietly sat there, playing nurse.
She snickered slightly, looking into their eyes for a moment. "I feel like I should be wearing a candy striper uniform."
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Post by WR Harthe on Jan 4, 2021 13:42:49 GMT -8
WR winced once or twice, their eyes closed while she worked her magic.
When she spoke again, they opened their eyes halfway and chuckled lightly.
"Know what to get you for Christmas now." They rasped weakly.
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Post by Gidget on Jan 4, 2021 14:10:59 GMT -8
She snickered again, nodding. "I'll even wear it for you, when I'm bandaging up your wounds. I have a feeling this will be happening a lot."
She leaned over them slightly as she finished cleaning it, examining the edges to make sure it was likely to heal on its own.
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Post by WR Harthe on Jan 4, 2021 14:15:28 GMT -8
They turned away from her and sighed, folding their arms and resting their head on their hand.
"Didn't want you to see me like this. So, sorry for the distance." They murmured quietly, almost to themself.
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Post by Gidget on Jan 4, 2021 14:42:55 GMT -8
"See you like what? Injured and tired?"
Gidget reached out to gently grip WR's wrist, trying to tug their hand away from their face. Her eyes were alight with emotion, but overall, her face was difficult to read. She was frowning but didn't seem angry.
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Post by WR Harthe on Jan 4, 2021 14:49:26 GMT -8
"Physically beaten, emotionally exhausted, mentally scarred,"
Those words hurt to say. WR couldn't even fake confidence right now, much less be confident, and they weren't sure if they were ready for Gidget to see what was behind that confidence. Not that they had a choice now.
As she grabbed their wrist, they slowly sat up and turned to her, not even attempting a smile. They just, stared.
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Post by Gidget on Jan 4, 2021 14:53:11 GMT -8
"Why not? Did you think I was going to judge you, or pity you?"
Her words were spoken with a bit of heat, her violet eyes alight with emotion as WR sat up to look at her. She clenched her jaw, her fingers still wrapped delicately around their wrist.
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Post by WR Harthe on Jan 4, 2021 15:08:29 GMT -8
"Because I fucking hate myself," They snapped at her, immediately averting their gaze to literally anything else.
They heaved heavily, shaking their head. Their heart started racing a thousand miles an hour, and they didn't know why. Or rather, they didn't know which part of their stress was causing it.
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Post by Gidget on Jan 4, 2021 15:13:49 GMT -8
Gidget fell quiet for a moment at that. All of the anger began to dissipate from her eyes and posture, and she sighed softly. She let go of their wrist, but moved in to wrap her arms around their shoulders, to hold herself against them. The soothing smell of the smoke from the coal wafted up, and it comforted her, making it easier for her to speak and open up.
"I don't hate you," she whispered quietly, placing her forehead on their shoulder and simply... holding them. "I understanding hating yourself, and being afraid... I get it. I know what it feels like to fear rejection, because if you can't love yourself, how the hell can anyone else love you? If you hate yourself, if you're not strong enough or smart enough or good enough, then obviously everyone else is going to hate you too... but I don't, WR. I don't hate you."
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