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Kurt drops by the clinic to visit Amanda, who is grateful for the distraction.
Fuck, she was bored.
Amanda flipped through the magazine Marie-Ange had left her, but there wasn't really anything in the articles on various types of music that was catching her eye. She could study, but he thought of opening her psychology text was wearying, especially in the face of reading all about post traumatic stress disorder. Yes, she was traumatised. Yes, she was doing something about it - Sofia was making sure of that. What she really wanted to do was go home and rest on the couch, with her own music and her British comedy DVDs as distraction and Doug and Angie and Mark and Sarah dropping in if she asked them to. Not this bloody hospital with its white walls and nurses who were terribly efficient but not exactly chatty. Angelo was around, but he couldn't stay with her all the time, not with his other responsibilities, and not with the awkwardness that had come up between them.
And speaking of which... her back itched. It was driving her insane.
There was a quiet knock on the door, breaking the previous silence, and Kurt appeared. "Hello, Amanda."
"Kurt." Her smile was a little subdued, but the expression in her voice was not. And not just because he represented and relieving of the boredom. "They let you back in, did they?"
"Yes indeed", he said with a quiet smile in return. "And you are looking so much better."
"'M getting there," she said. "Come sit down, have a chat. Not so many drugs this time, so no babbling about flying pigs or whatever it was I was going on about last time."
Kurt chuckled faintly, moving further into the room to one of the chairs. "Understood. Though I do not remember any talk about flying pigs."
"There's a bunch of stuff I don't remember so well - painkillers tend to make me loopy." She reached out hesitantly, for his hand. "'S good to see you when I'm functional, tho'."
"It is good to see you functional", he told her. "Have they told you when you will be allowed to go home?"
"Soon. Once things stop opening up every time I move." She said it matter-of-factly, no sugarcoating. Kurt could handle it, or at least she hoped.
He could deal with it, but he still winced at the words. "Let us hope that will be very soon, then, jel'enedra."
"You and me both." She squeezed his hand. "I'll be fine, Kurt. Really. It'll just take me a bit of time, is all." Her eyes moved to his shoulder. "How about you? Didn't open stuff up again with all the moving about?"
"No more than could be avoided", he said a little evasively. "And what there was, has been repaired."
She rolled her eyes, but didn't push. "Just as long as you're taking care of it," was all she said.
"I am", he promised. "Now that rest is an option again, it is one I am taking. If partly because I am being watched to make sure of it."
Amanda smiled faintly. "Good to see there's people stepping in while I'm out of circulation." She shifted, and pulled a face as things pulled. "I'll be glad to get out of here - I've been going spare, I'm so bored."
"Is there anything I can bring you, before they let you go?" Kurt asked.
"Company? I've got plenty of stuff to read and the rest, and people drop by, but it's kind of...odd. Everyone from Snow Valley's still wound pretty tight." She sighed a little. "Things have been so busy insane, I s'pose I don't deal well with not doing anything at all. And the nurses keep banging on about resting. Which I get, but the thing is, too much resting means I've got too much time to think, and that just leads me to thinking about what exactly I wanted to do to Candra." Her expression went a little flat. "Wishful thinking, but probably not exactly 'resting'."
"Company is one of the easiest things I can provide", he told her, as lightly as he could. "And Candra is beyond your reach... I understand how the imagining may pass the time, but there are better things you could do."
"Oh, I know." Amanda shrugged, or started to. Shifting again, she continued: "I s'pose it was the... sameness? that pissed me off? I mean, Rack takes me as a nipper, scars me up. Selene gets her hooks into me, doesn't scar me up but that whole thing pretty much fucked me over for a good while. And now, when everything's getting good, someone else turns up?" She snorted. "Shows just how unimaginative evil magicians are."
"Clearly it does", he agreed. "But you know... I would not like to see you let her affect you any more than you cannot avoid." Yellow eyes were steady on her face, watching her. "Especially because of the sameness, perhaps."
"Oh, I've got stuff to deal with, I know that. But it's not eating me up inside, if that's what you're worried about." Amanda figeted, twisting at the blanket across her lap as she sat in the bed with her legs crossed Indian-style. "Got too much to lose, too much I've worked for since Selene. I'm not gunna throw that away." Her mouth tightened a little. "But I'm not gunna sit around waiting for the next shot, either. My powers were fucking useless - that's not going to stay that way."
Kurt nodded, his expression on the approving side of neutral. "What do you have in mind?"
"Training," she said immediately. "I've let the magic slide, been letting spells come rather than actually working at them. I've got a metric shitload of research there, about time I started using it to actually chase up what I can do. Work with Wanda more on powers sparring - we've been holding off, and that isn't doing me any favours." Her eyes were hard. "Learn how to damage someone from a distance, without having to use my bloody hands. That would've helped."
"It would not hurt", he agreed carefully. "And I will never tell you not to find offensive uses for your powers, where they exist... but do not forget to work on the defensive, as well?"
She clapped her hands softly together, carefully, and the shielding spell sprang up around them both. "I've been practicing in here," she admitted, pushing the shield out to surround the bed as well, a good extra few feet than she'd been capable of before. "Getting the range better, just need to work out how to get rid of the damn switch. Shields are no use if you can't use your hands." She clapped again, and the shield vanished.
"It only works with the clapping?" he asked, catching on. "It sounds almost like the mental blocks that come up with other mutations sometimes... though of course I do not know how the magic part affects it."
Nodding, Amanda replied: "Yeah. Doug says I'm a Clapper, one of those lamps you switch on like that? And I've got no idea if it's a block or the magic - most of my spells need some sort of gesture or pattern. Like the protection wards, they need writing. Something I need to work on, but I've got a feeling it's something I'm going to have to work around." She rubbed at her bandaged wrist ironically. "Since I can't always depend on having my hands free."
"I wish I could help you with it more. If you think of any way I can, you will tell me?"
He got a proper smile at that. "You're helping right now, Blue." When he raised his eyebrow at her, she clarified: "Sitting here, listening to me go on, asking questions... helps more than you know."
He smiled back, pleased and a little relieved to hear it. "Then I shall keep doing that for as long as you need it."
Kurt drops by the clinic to visit Amanda, who is grateful for the distraction.
Fuck, she was bored.
Amanda flipped through the magazine Marie-Ange had left her, but there wasn't really anything in the articles on various types of music that was catching her eye. She could study, but he thought of opening her psychology text was wearying, especially in the face of reading all about post traumatic stress disorder. Yes, she was traumatised. Yes, she was doing something about it - Sofia was making sure of that. What she really wanted to do was go home and rest on the couch, with her own music and her British comedy DVDs as distraction and Doug and Angie and Mark and Sarah dropping in if she asked them to. Not this bloody hospital with its white walls and nurses who were terribly efficient but not exactly chatty. Angelo was around, but he couldn't stay with her all the time, not with his other responsibilities, and not with the awkwardness that had come up between them.
And speaking of which... her back itched. It was driving her insane.
There was a quiet knock on the door, breaking the previous silence, and Kurt appeared. "Hello, Amanda."
"Kurt." Her smile was a little subdued, but the expression in her voice was not. And not just because he represented and relieving of the boredom. "They let you back in, did they?"
"Yes indeed", he said with a quiet smile in return. "And you are looking so much better."
"'M getting there," she said. "Come sit down, have a chat. Not so many drugs this time, so no babbling about flying pigs or whatever it was I was going on about last time."
Kurt chuckled faintly, moving further into the room to one of the chairs. "Understood. Though I do not remember any talk about flying pigs."
"There's a bunch of stuff I don't remember so well - painkillers tend to make me loopy." She reached out hesitantly, for his hand. "'S good to see you when I'm functional, tho'."
"It is good to see you functional", he told her. "Have they told you when you will be allowed to go home?"
"Soon. Once things stop opening up every time I move." She said it matter-of-factly, no sugarcoating. Kurt could handle it, or at least she hoped.
He could deal with it, but he still winced at the words. "Let us hope that will be very soon, then, jel'enedra."
"You and me both." She squeezed his hand. "I'll be fine, Kurt. Really. It'll just take me a bit of time, is all." Her eyes moved to his shoulder. "How about you? Didn't open stuff up again with all the moving about?"
"No more than could be avoided", he said a little evasively. "And what there was, has been repaired."
She rolled her eyes, but didn't push. "Just as long as you're taking care of it," was all she said.
"I am", he promised. "Now that rest is an option again, it is one I am taking. If partly because I am being watched to make sure of it."
Amanda smiled faintly. "Good to see there's people stepping in while I'm out of circulation." She shifted, and pulled a face as things pulled. "I'll be glad to get out of here - I've been going spare, I'm so bored."
"Is there anything I can bring you, before they let you go?" Kurt asked.
"Company? I've got plenty of stuff to read and the rest, and people drop by, but it's kind of...odd. Everyone from Snow Valley's still wound pretty tight." She sighed a little. "Things have been so busy insane, I s'pose I don't deal well with not doing anything at all. And the nurses keep banging on about resting. Which I get, but the thing is, too much resting means I've got too much time to think, and that just leads me to thinking about what exactly I wanted to do to Candra." Her expression went a little flat. "Wishful thinking, but probably not exactly 'resting'."
"Company is one of the easiest things I can provide", he told her, as lightly as he could. "And Candra is beyond your reach... I understand how the imagining may pass the time, but there are better things you could do."
"Oh, I know." Amanda shrugged, or started to. Shifting again, she continued: "I s'pose it was the... sameness? that pissed me off? I mean, Rack takes me as a nipper, scars me up. Selene gets her hooks into me, doesn't scar me up but that whole thing pretty much fucked me over for a good while. And now, when everything's getting good, someone else turns up?" She snorted. "Shows just how unimaginative evil magicians are."
"Clearly it does", he agreed. "But you know... I would not like to see you let her affect you any more than you cannot avoid." Yellow eyes were steady on her face, watching her. "Especially because of the sameness, perhaps."
"Oh, I've got stuff to deal with, I know that. But it's not eating me up inside, if that's what you're worried about." Amanda figeted, twisting at the blanket across her lap as she sat in the bed with her legs crossed Indian-style. "Got too much to lose, too much I've worked for since Selene. I'm not gunna throw that away." Her mouth tightened a little. "But I'm not gunna sit around waiting for the next shot, either. My powers were fucking useless - that's not going to stay that way."
Kurt nodded, his expression on the approving side of neutral. "What do you have in mind?"
"Training," she said immediately. "I've let the magic slide, been letting spells come rather than actually working at them. I've got a metric shitload of research there, about time I started using it to actually chase up what I can do. Work with Wanda more on powers sparring - we've been holding off, and that isn't doing me any favours." Her eyes were hard. "Learn how to damage someone from a distance, without having to use my bloody hands. That would've helped."
"It would not hurt", he agreed carefully. "And I will never tell you not to find offensive uses for your powers, where they exist... but do not forget to work on the defensive, as well?"
She clapped her hands softly together, carefully, and the shielding spell sprang up around them both. "I've been practicing in here," she admitted, pushing the shield out to surround the bed as well, a good extra few feet than she'd been capable of before. "Getting the range better, just need to work out how to get rid of the damn switch. Shields are no use if you can't use your hands." She clapped again, and the shield vanished.
"It only works with the clapping?" he asked, catching on. "It sounds almost like the mental blocks that come up with other mutations sometimes... though of course I do not know how the magic part affects it."
Nodding, Amanda replied: "Yeah. Doug says I'm a Clapper, one of those lamps you switch on like that? And I've got no idea if it's a block or the magic - most of my spells need some sort of gesture or pattern. Like the protection wards, they need writing. Something I need to work on, but I've got a feeling it's something I'm going to have to work around." She rubbed at her bandaged wrist ironically. "Since I can't always depend on having my hands free."
"I wish I could help you with it more. If you think of any way I can, you will tell me?"
He got a proper smile at that. "You're helping right now, Blue." When he raised his eyebrow at her, she clarified: "Sitting here, listening to me go on, asking questions... helps more than you know."
He smiled back, pleased and a little relieved to hear it. "Then I shall keep doing that for as long as you need it."
