Kitty-River, shortly after the return from Civil War plot.

[river_meimei]

There's a gurney pushed up against the side wall of the infirmary. The only thing on it right now is sterile bedding, white and crisp.

And, underneath, a huddled form.

River's been here for an hour. Kitty's asleep.

River's not moving, except to breathe.

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[prydeful]

"Simon wouldn't leave me if I weren't, right?"

[river_meimei]

River's gaze holds, this time.




And, eventually, drops. It could be taken for acquiescence, if you don't look too closely.

[prydeful]

"So the thing is," Kitty says after a few minutes, eyes closing, "I'm a pretty fucking good liar, and I know you can't see in my head. And I'm guessing I'm also not lying so well right now.

"I told you not to do anything, River. You didn't hurt me. You did what I wanted."

[river_meimei]

She's not lying so well. But then, it's also that River knows all about the difference between being stable enough for Simon to leave you alone for a while, and being truly okay.




"I know it."

[prydeful]

"Good."

Kitty's gnawing absently at the nail of her thumb.

It feels, and it doesn't. It feels the way it's supposed to. Or it doesn't feel the way it's supposed to.

She doesn't know.

She suspects she's not focusing well.

"Why'd you say you'd hurt me, River?"

[river_meimei]

River's head turns away, too sharply.

"I have."

Her voice is soft, and trembles very slight.

"I am." And then, sharper and angry, "The details are symptomatic. It's not cogent."

[prydeful]

"You are not." It's flat and level.

"You have not. And you're being stupid if you think you have. You didn't do a thing to hurt me."

[river_meimei]

River's eyes close, and her jaw tightens. Her face is drawn; it makes her look old and tired despite her years.

"Okay." Dully.

"Everybody's fine."

[prydeful]

"Yeah."

It's not much more energetic than River's voice way.

"We're fine."

Kitty rubs at her eyes with her right hand.

She holds the left out to River after a moment, still rubbing at her face and not looking up.

[river_meimei]

River glances sideways, and freezes.

It's a long moment before she lifts her hand, very slowly, eyes fixed on Kitty's. (The collar is gone; Kitty's back is leaning against nothing, her legs sunk a few inches into the mattress.)

She doesn't touch the other woman's hand. Just lets her fingers hover a few millimeters away.

[prydeful]

Kitty brushes her fingers against River's.

Just for a moment, and light as a feather, before her hand's phased again and Kitty's turning, with a wince, to stretch her bad leg out and be mostly laying down again.

"Everything's shiny."

[river_meimei]

She's already stiff and hunched; she doesn't flinch.

Just nods, the motion tiny and utterly dispirited.

"Gonna be just fine."

River may not sound as if she entirely believes that. She's trying very hard to pretend convincingly, though.

[prydeful]

"Yeah."

Kitty sighs and closes her eyes after a minute.

Promise, she doesn't say.

She wants to.

"It'll work out, River."

[river_meimei]

"I know it," River whispers.

(River's a bad liar.)

She doesn't look at Kitty, except out of the corner of her eye. Discreetly and indirectly, though, she's keeping a constant eye on her. She watches while Kitty closes her eyes, and she watches while Kitty succumbs to the painkillers and falls asleep again, dozing halfway through the mattress with her hair spreading out through the pillow.

When River moves, it's only to curl up beneath the empty gurney again.