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xp_logs(backdated) Darcy checks up on Maya while they're on Muir. Not much gets discussed, but the sentiment is there.
In some ways, being on Muir was almost like a vacation. Darcy got on well with the medical staff, but winters in northern Scotland being what they were, she and Maya weren't getting much in the way of outside. Napping though... so much napping. She chased the weak sunlight like a cat, and relished in the freedom of feeling safe enough to just drop asleep anywhere.
Right now though, she was mixing good hot chocolate into two mugs and making her way to Maya, a small bottle of spiced rum in her pocket just in case this talk would be easier through a softer, less fully sober lens. She sent a text as a head's up, then made her way down the hall to knock.
There was no answer, so she tried the knob and let herself in, flashing the light switch to get the other woman's attention before she came any farther into the room.
[Hi]
A slightly computerised version of Maya’s voice came from her phone as she hit enter. She’d grabbed it from her personal possessions once they’d left the hospital, the inbuilt functions a god send for her. She’d have to thank Doug and Kitty once she was back.
She could talk without her hearing but with the phone she’d know what she wanted to say was what they were hearing.
Darcy grinned, handing over one of the mugs before getting the rum out and wiggling it. "I'm going to ask you about feelings," she said, signing along and sending a text as well. "Want some sober softening for it? Not enough to get drunk or interfere with your next set of medication, but maybe enough to make it a little less bad. It helps, sometimes." She tipped just a tiny bit into her own after she finished signing, looking at Maya expectantly.
[Please]
Maya leaned back in the comfy chair she’d been given, the foot rest covered in soft pillows to give her foot something to rest on while she recovered. It wasn’t that she couldn’t have gotten on a plane, it was just that this was a lot less painful.
"Thought so," Darcy signed, stirring a generous pour into Maya's mug before handing it over and taking a seat. Her own mug went on a table as she pulled a tablet out and leaned forward to set it carefully on the arm of the chair.
As she settled back into her own seat and took a sip of her drink, her eyes flared a vivid neon version of their usual shade. "I'm transmitting to the tablet while I talk so we don't miss things," she signed, not bothering to talk but giving a brief twist of her braced right hand.
"So. You got shot by someone you know and trust."
[Love. Loved? Just trust would have been easier.]
Maya signed after typing, trying to navigate emotions and thoughts she didn’t often allow herself to dwell on. Wade was, had been as close to her as an Uncle. She’d let herself begin to rely on him, and then he was gone.
"Betrayal by someone you love and trust is much harder, yeah." Darcy's hands dropped to her lap as she finished signing. Everything about this situation was maddening, and she was glad Doug had called her the once but couldn't help but wonder how deeply he was already–still–digging for Wade, despite what she'd asked. She doubted that he'd ever stopped looking. Maybe set it to a background run, but–no, she could dwell on that later, in the privacy of her room. "I hate that you're having to experience it," she finally signed. "It's not something I'd wish on most people."
Maya dragged a hand over her face and sighed as she took a drink. She had no desire to hash this out. Frankly, she’d prefer to never have to talk about it ever again.
[Can we just... I don’t want to do this.]
Darcy gave her a dry look. "Do we ever want to talk about this shit?" she signed, hands moving in a sharp staccato. "It sucks. I need you to talk to somebody about how much it sucks. It doesn't have to be me, but. You're family. I love you and I'm here to listen or just. Be here after. Make you some cookies. Provide quality booze. Whatever you need. But please talk to someone about it and don't bottle it up." She took a long sip of her own drink. "I'll be here for you regardless, I just... want you to learn from some of my own mistakes instead of having to experience them yourself, maybe." Her hands stopped moving, and she stretched her braced fingers out as far as they would go, wincing at the hot streaks of agony shooting up her arm as she did. Still, she was insistent, giving Maya time to her own thoughts as she focused on massaging some of the cramping into a more manageable thing.
[It’s appreciated.]
Maya smiled at Darcy and gestured for her to bring it in for a hug. She did appreciate the efforts Darcy had gone to for her, and the care she showed. She just wasn’t ready to spill her guts to anyone who she wasn’t paying for the privilege.
[I made an appointment for when we get back. They’re keeping a slot open for me.]
Darcy was careful not to bump Maya's foot, but her hug was firm and lingered for several moments. "Let me know when, and I'll have comfort food and dessert ready for after. Either just for you, or maybe a low fuss night of movies and not talking so I can get my mother hen out, yeah?" She gave Maya a half-sheepish shrug and grin as she stopped signing, then reached out to tuck a lock of the other woman's hair behind her ear. "Now, you need anything from me before I go get some work done? Help to the bathroom or bed?"
[Help me to the bed?]
Maya shifted slightly and attempted to raise herself to help Darcy with the work of getting her out of the chair and to the bed. Her lack of physical dexterity and strength currently due to the injuries was not something she was particularly happy with but she wasn't about to take it out on anyone, no matter how frustrated it made her.
Darcy helped brace Maya wordlessly, thinking of ways to let her safely do at least some upper-body workouts. Weights with an extra spotter, maybe? Free weights? They could probably make that work. Maneuvering to the bed was simple work, and understanding the other woman's preference for doing things independently she held back, acting as spotter and preventing things from moving unexpectedly more than attempting to help Maya get into the bed the way she had the first few days. "You good? Cozy?" she signed finally, casting an eye over the blankets and bedding. "I'll refill your water and get out of your hair."
In some ways, being on Muir was almost like a vacation. Darcy got on well with the medical staff, but winters in northern Scotland being what they were, she and Maya weren't getting much in the way of outside. Napping though... so much napping. She chased the weak sunlight like a cat, and relished in the freedom of feeling safe enough to just drop asleep anywhere.
Right now though, she was mixing good hot chocolate into two mugs and making her way to Maya, a small bottle of spiced rum in her pocket just in case this talk would be easier through a softer, less fully sober lens. She sent a text as a head's up, then made her way down the hall to knock.
There was no answer, so she tried the knob and let herself in, flashing the light switch to get the other woman's attention before she came any farther into the room.
[Hi]
A slightly computerised version of Maya’s voice came from her phone as she hit enter. She’d grabbed it from her personal possessions once they’d left the hospital, the inbuilt functions a god send for her. She’d have to thank Doug and Kitty once she was back.
She could talk without her hearing but with the phone she’d know what she wanted to say was what they were hearing.
Darcy grinned, handing over one of the mugs before getting the rum out and wiggling it. "I'm going to ask you about feelings," she said, signing along and sending a text as well. "Want some sober softening for it? Not enough to get drunk or interfere with your next set of medication, but maybe enough to make it a little less bad. It helps, sometimes." She tipped just a tiny bit into her own after she finished signing, looking at Maya expectantly.
[Please]
Maya leaned back in the comfy chair she’d been given, the foot rest covered in soft pillows to give her foot something to rest on while she recovered. It wasn’t that she couldn’t have gotten on a plane, it was just that this was a lot less painful.
"Thought so," Darcy signed, stirring a generous pour into Maya's mug before handing it over and taking a seat. Her own mug went on a table as she pulled a tablet out and leaned forward to set it carefully on the arm of the chair.
As she settled back into her own seat and took a sip of her drink, her eyes flared a vivid neon version of their usual shade. "I'm transmitting to the tablet while I talk so we don't miss things," she signed, not bothering to talk but giving a brief twist of her braced right hand.
"So. You got shot by someone you know and trust."
[Love. Loved? Just trust would have been easier.]
Maya signed after typing, trying to navigate emotions and thoughts she didn’t often allow herself to dwell on. Wade was, had been as close to her as an Uncle. She’d let herself begin to rely on him, and then he was gone.
"Betrayal by someone you love and trust is much harder, yeah." Darcy's hands dropped to her lap as she finished signing. Everything about this situation was maddening, and she was glad Doug had called her the once but couldn't help but wonder how deeply he was already–still–digging for Wade, despite what she'd asked. She doubted that he'd ever stopped looking. Maybe set it to a background run, but–no, she could dwell on that later, in the privacy of her room. "I hate that you're having to experience it," she finally signed. "It's not something I'd wish on most people."
Maya dragged a hand over her face and sighed as she took a drink. She had no desire to hash this out. Frankly, she’d prefer to never have to talk about it ever again.
[Can we just... I don’t want to do this.]
Darcy gave her a dry look. "Do we ever want to talk about this shit?" she signed, hands moving in a sharp staccato. "It sucks. I need you to talk to somebody about how much it sucks. It doesn't have to be me, but. You're family. I love you and I'm here to listen or just. Be here after. Make you some cookies. Provide quality booze. Whatever you need. But please talk to someone about it and don't bottle it up." She took a long sip of her own drink. "I'll be here for you regardless, I just... want you to learn from some of my own mistakes instead of having to experience them yourself, maybe." Her hands stopped moving, and she stretched her braced fingers out as far as they would go, wincing at the hot streaks of agony shooting up her arm as she did. Still, she was insistent, giving Maya time to her own thoughts as she focused on massaging some of the cramping into a more manageable thing.
[It’s appreciated.]
Maya smiled at Darcy and gestured for her to bring it in for a hug. She did appreciate the efforts Darcy had gone to for her, and the care she showed. She just wasn’t ready to spill her guts to anyone who she wasn’t paying for the privilege.
[I made an appointment for when we get back. They’re keeping a slot open for me.]
Darcy was careful not to bump Maya's foot, but her hug was firm and lingered for several moments. "Let me know when, and I'll have comfort food and dessert ready for after. Either just for you, or maybe a low fuss night of movies and not talking so I can get my mother hen out, yeah?" She gave Maya a half-sheepish shrug and grin as she stopped signing, then reached out to tuck a lock of the other woman's hair behind her ear. "Now, you need anything from me before I go get some work done? Help to the bathroom or bed?"
[Help me to the bed?]
Maya shifted slightly and attempted to raise herself to help Darcy with the work of getting her out of the chair and to the bed. Her lack of physical dexterity and strength currently due to the injuries was not something she was particularly happy with but she wasn't about to take it out on anyone, no matter how frustrated it made her.
Darcy helped brace Maya wordlessly, thinking of ways to let her safely do at least some upper-body workouts. Weights with an extra spotter, maybe? Free weights? They could probably make that work. Maneuvering to the bed was simple work, and understanding the other woman's preference for doing things independently she held back, acting as spotter and preventing things from moving unexpectedly more than attempting to help Maya get into the bed the way she had the first few days. "You good? Cozy?" she signed finally, casting an eye over the blankets and bedding. "I'll refill your water and get out of your hair."
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Date: 2024-02-20 03:13 am (UTC)Before the big stuff, there's a lot of small descriptions in here that are delightful.
"She chased the weak sunlight like a cat, and relished in the freedom of feeling safe enough to just drop asleep anywhere." is a very good image that sets the vibe.
"Maya dragged a hand over her face and sighed as she took a drink." is an excellent way to picture exasperation.
A very good summary for Maya's turmoil.