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olympiahaleâ:
The wolf watched her quietly, noticing the exhaustion beginning to take over her demeanor. Right now, rest would be the best remedy. And she gave an affirmative nod once Penelope admitted to the sleepiness. Allowing her hand to be taken, she instinctively intertwined their fingers. âOf course,â she assured her. âLetâs get you into bed, and Iâll grab a glass of water. Alright?â
Gently scooping Penny up again, Olympia strolled back to the bedroom. She carefully laid Penny down on the bed before going through the motions of retrieving water as she wished. âIf you still want me to stay, I will,â Oly promised, handing her the glass and taking a seat at the edge of the bed next to her.
âTraining is back on schedule tomorrow morning. At six, though Iâll be up earlier than that. Iâll try not to disturb you. You deserve to rest for as long as you need.â
Once she was horizontal, her body seemed to sink into the soft warmth of her mattress, bones fluid and mind hazy. She blinked up at Oly when the bed dipped, exhaustion heavy in her limbs as she reached back out for her hand.
âPlease stay,â she said softly, playing with her fingers absentmindedly as she floated in a haze of exhaustion and pain. âI would... like it very much if you stayed.â
With what little strength she had left, she tugged on Olympiaâs hand, trying to pull her close. It did nothing to actually move the wolf, but she hoped it got her point across. Her body had been traumatized, but her mind wasnât unscathed either. And truly, being held by someone whoâd been nothing but kind, soothed an ache she didnât know she was nursing.
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victoriadevereauxâ:
I know how it feels. But I asked how it was doing? How youâre dealing with it, is it healing okay? Presleyâs as good as she can be. We got her all stitched and patched up. Sheâs going to be in a lot of pain and need a lot of rest so her wolf healing can do its job. Edenâs getting better. She was badly poisoned but the effects have warn off. I have a sinking feeling, however that the battle for both of them has only just begun. Torture does that to people.
Itâs healing okay, best I can tell. No signs of infection. Iâm gonna make a tea to help prevent that once I can get around a little more. Dealing with it is... Just taking it as it comes, I guess. Iâm glad the girls are okay. They... It seemed really bad. Theyâve got good people here to help them, though. That matters.
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victoriadevereauxâ:
Auroraâs step brother â Aramus, he brought in a ton of medical supplies. We can see if heâs got something or check in with the Blacks. I canât imagine they donât have something lying around. Presley might need a set too. Howâs the leg doing?
Itâs okay. Itâs, um.... It feels like you might expect, I guess. But Iâm okay. Aija and Oly helped me a lot last night, so Iâm really thankful to them. And everyone else, too. Presley -- is she okay? Her and the other girl? Eden, was it? She never did tell me her name before.
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idleteethâ:
I could try and make you some kind of walking stick if you want. Maybe not cane-worthy but I could try.
Thatâs a really kind offer, thank you. Mr. Jacks--um, Reed, he did offer to make me something if the Blacks didnât have anything. I know youâre all very busy, so I donât want to put anyone out.
Youâre um... youâre the wolf who was with us, right? You know, as a wolf?
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olympiahaleâ:
Olympia stepped back and gave her privacy. She remained patient, not minding if the shower ended up taker much, much longer. She wasnât going to rush her, and right now, there was nowhere else Oly really needed to be. The words made her look over and she nodded, grabbing a towel and bringing it over to her. âI understand. I like sleeping in big t-shirts too,â she mused. âBottom drawer? Alright.â She wandered out, looking through the drawer and taking the first shirt she found.
âDid the shower help?â Oly asked as she returned. âI know it probably ached, but hopefully you feel at least a little better. Is there anything else you want me to get you?â
She dried off the best she could, patting herself down before wrapping her hair in the towel and taking the offered shirt. Slipping it over her head, she tried not to lean back up against the now-wet chair, but knew she wasnât entirely successful, feeling too exhausted and woozy to focus on keeping herself upright and solid.
âIt was nice,â she said, offering a soft smile up at Oly. In any other situation, âniceâ would not be the right word. Nice was baths with candles and lavender bath salts. Nice would be a shower where they were both standing and the nudity was a lot more fun than necessity. But somehow still, she felt better. âThank you. Now Iâm just.... âM tired.â
She reached out her hand for Olympiaâs, searching for the warmth and comfort. âMaybe... some water? And bed? Please.â
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aijalightwoodâ:
Damn. Thatâs⌠rough. Iâve put myself in some of New Orleans darker places for magic, but nothing like that ever happened. Hey letâs get you something to hold on to while I do this okay. Iâm gonna disinfect the area first. What I wouldnât give for a sterile needle.Â
Anyway how about you tell me about this friend of yours. When was the last you saw him.Â
We were on our way here, so... We werenât exactly keeping the best company most of the time. Out in the Rockies like that... Itâs really hard to stay anonymous, you know? Thereâs nothing for miles. Small towns where everyone knows everyone and when the weird people show up with magic, the guns come out, so.... I saw him last in Cheyenne. Wyoming. Weâd stopped because he thought it would be better to go down to Denver, and then head east. I said we should stay on 80 to Omaha because truckers ask less questions. We said goodbye and that weâd meet up again here. I caught a ride out this way the next morning.Â
I heard on the radio that the government hit Denver hard the next week. I donât know if he was still there, but Iâm here and heâs not.Â
#aijalightwood#me pulling up the google map i saved of her trek#and the notes i took when writing her bio: ahh yes#i knew these would be helpful one day
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olympiahaleâ:
Olympia carried her rather effortlessly, having no signs of complaint either. She merely did it like it was natural. Like it was instinctual to protect, the want to comfort Penelope was similar, like a primal urge. Oly tried to be careful as to not further hurt her, slowly helping her onto one of the metal chairs. She nodded at the thanks, straightening back up and making a move to step back.Â
Until her hand was taken, Oly looking back down at her and smiling at the question. âAlways,â she murmured, warmth in her gaze. âIâll stay for as long as you need me to.â And she meant it.
Her fingers lingered in Olympiaâs, but after a moment, she pulled them back under the spray, tipping her head into the water and reaching for the shampoo to begin her shower. It wasnât relaxing; her arms were too heavy, the muscles sore from tension and exhaustion. Trying to scrub herself while seated and unable to move was a creative feat at best and one that felt futile at worst. But by the time she was reaching behind her to turn the handle to off, the blood and sweat had been cleaned from her skin and the potion was starting to ease the pain into a more manageable throb. She felt better.
âCan I have a towel?â she called out gently, her throat rasping over the words. âAnd maybe just one of the really big t-shirts from the bottom draw of the wardrobe to sleep in? I really donât want to put pants on....â
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aijalightwoodâ:
No, no thatâs okay. I can do it. Is this you speaking from experience or are you pep talking us there with how easy itâs going to be?
Experience. First time was a... friend, I guess you could call him. Outside Salt Lake City. We got jumped by some guy who wanted our money, and he was stupid, fought back. Got sliced up pretty good. Mostly I remember being surprised that poking someone else with a needle doesnât hurt.Â
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aijalightwoodâ:
Goddess, Penny. Maybe try to get help before seeing if you can stitch yourself up. I have a steady hand but I canât say Iâve done any suturing before.Â
Itâs... the same as sewing anything else, really. Just single stitches. Itâs easier to do it on someone else than you think itâll be. But you donât--- You donât have to if youâre not comfortable, Iâll wait. Itâs a lot to ask, I know.Â
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Does anyone know if there might be some crutches or a cane around the Manor that I could borrow for a few weeks? That arenât needed right now? I donât want to bother Mr. Jackson if itâs not necessary.
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olympiahaleâ:
What Ellery had said before was true. Penelope was a trooper through all of this. A wolf getting shot hurt like a bitch, but a witch didnât have wolf healing. It hurt more, and Penny was still being brave through it all. Tears from pain were nothing to be ashamed of and Oly didnât want her to think that she thought they were. She tightened her jaw at the sound of the whimper, but gave a small but reassuring smile.
It was okay to admit that she was in pain. Olympia wouldnât have judged her if she said that. But she nodded in understanding, giving Penny a few moments to regain composure. âI donât mind at all,â she promised, shaking her head and situating her arms so that she could carefully lift Penny once more. After she was back in a familiar position, Oly carried her to the bathroom where the chairs were set up with the shower.
With her arms once again around Olympiaâs neck, Penny found herself clinging to her once again. Only this time, along with the comfort and the strength was the unsettling feeling that it wasnât just her skin that had been undressed. When she buried her face in Olyâs neck, her jaw trembled, uncertain about this thing that hovered between them but sure that it felt good to nuzzle into the warmth of it. The water had warmed the metal of the chairs and she sighed into the warm droplets as they hit the skin on her back. Her leg was propped carefully outside the waterâs spray, her bandages safe.
âThank you,â she said, quiet. Somehow it seemed wrong to be loud when the water was slipping over her shoulders, relaxing the tension in her neck. Her leg still throbbed, a more intense pain than sheâd ever known before, but as her head began to swim from the adrenaline and the pain killers, she had enough bravery to reach out and grab Olyâs hand, asking softly, âwill you... stay?âÂ
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Olympia seemed visibly taken aback by the earnest declaration of trust. It wasnât that she hadnât heard those words spoken to her before. She had heard it from her mother, from old pack mates, and maybe a few times from Reed or Luke at some point. But it was different. This time, this way, was different. More personal. Maybe Oly would have made a little joke, something like well at this point, I would hope so. She didnât, just studying Penny for a few moments of quiet before giving her a warm smile.
The kind of smile that was more intimate. They had spent intimate time together before, but after everything that had happened over the last few days, this seemed deeper. More. Just⌠more.
âAlright, on three,â the wolf explained, preparing herself and gripping the waistline of Pennyâs pants. âOne, two, three.â And she pulled the pants down in a swift fashion, slipping them past the witchâs feet and laying them to the side. Having to yank something down past a wound like that wouldnât be pleasant, so Olympiaâs attention immediately darted back to Penny and she glanced over her in a concerned, protective manner. âAre you alright?â
She didnât want to cry. She wanted to hold onto the softness in Olyâs face and the wooziness that the pain potion was starting to settle into her bones. But as soon as she lifted up, as soon as her pants -- even already torn as they were -- were tugged down over her bandaged leg and the skin tugged and the muscles moved, she bit down until her jaw hurt and her eyes watered, her cry nothing more than a whimper as she tried not to let it out.
âIâm alright, Iâm okay,â she said, nodding quick, sure if she said it with enough conviction, sheâd convince herself too. Wiping at the few tears that snuck down her cheeks, she forced a shaky breath back into the tight space of her lungs and willed her body back out of flight or fight, back down from another adrenaline high. She needed a shower and Olympia was being so kind to her. With another breath, she willed herself back together, to nod one more time and look up at Oly with determination. âIâm sorry, Iâm... Iâm ready. If you donât mind carrying me again.â
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aijalightwoodâ:
Iâm glad it wasnât worse that it was. Are you sure youâre alright though? I canât imagine my nerves would be doing well if I had gotten shot no matter how I was physically doing. I could bring by a tonic or something if your nerves are on edge.
Iâm---- I think the adrenaline high wore off in the van. If thereâs pain potion left, Iâll take some of that before I sleep.Â
Would it be a terrible question to ask if youâve ever given stitches? Or if you have any sewing skills? They donât have to be pretty, I just donât think I can keep my hands from shaking long enough to do it myself.Â
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olympiahaleâ:
âYou say better as if they already tasted even half decent,â Olympia called jokingly in return, having placed the chairs in the shower in a manageable way. âBut okay,â she agreed. Penny was already in some pain so she wanted the shower to be comfortable, or as much as it could be given the circumstances. After things were prepared, Oly returned to the larger part of the chambers, finding Penny struggling to pull off a sock. She sat on the bed, shaking her head. âEasy. Donât strain yourself,â she warned in a murmur as she took the sock off and then eyed the witchâs pants.
âIâll help you with your pants. This will hurt, Iâll be as careful as I can, but making it quick will be better than going slowly.â
âSome of them arenât bad,â she returned, sitting back with one sock in her hand as she waited for Olympia. âAnalgesic herbs are just... really, really bitter.â
She gave the other women a small smile and a nervous nod as she returned and carefully removed Pennyâs sock. It was oddly intimate, her offer just as much, even as it made her heart race. Olympia had taken off her pants once before when her heart was racing, but that time had nothing to do with fear, nothing to do with the burn and ache and sear in her leg and everything to do with the heat in her blood. But the honesty of her words, the genuineness of her offer was something Penny hadnât been able to rely on in a long time, and she found herself nodding even as she bit the inside of her lip.
She pressed her hands into the bed to help lift her hips. âI know. Itâs okay. I--- I trust you.â And she found as she said it that it was true.
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Olympia didnât know what it was like to be carried in such a comforting manner. Her childhood had not been like that. The comforting memories that evoked in her mind were of her mother and the moments of peace they had, moments that werenât always common in the atmosphere they lived in. Comfort was, most of the time, a luxury. But being able to bring comfort to another person felt⌠nice. Oly had to admit.
She gave her a warm smile. âShower it is,â she murmured. âI donât mind at all. There are some folding chairs downstairs I can go grab. And donât protest, itâs no problem.â Oly raised an eyebrow, reaching down and brushing hair away from Pennyâs face. âIâll be back in a few minutes.â The wolf left the chambers to do what she said she would, returning in a prompt fashion with two of the said chairs.
âIâll start running the water,â Olympia told her before hauling the chairs into the bathroom, turning on the water and making it warm.
She almost did protest, the words halfway to her lips before Olympiaâs fingers were brushing the hair from her cheek and she fell silent, nodding. There wasnât a chance Penny could get them herself, or even get herself into the bathroom, so she appreciated the assistance. She just didnât like feeling as though she were a bother.
âThank you,â she murmured as Oly dashed off. In her absence, Penny looked over the potions sheâd been given. Remembering how much a shower hurt after sheâd broke her ankle as a kid, she selected one of moderate strength and uncorked the bottle, chugging back the bitter liquid inside in one quick swallow.Â
âRemind me to make a pain potion that tastes better when I can get back up on my feet,â she called through the room when Olympia returned, rushing off to set her bathroom. She took off her jacket and bent carefully to remove her socks, managing to get the one off her uninjured leg but not quite able to bend the other enough. â-----Um. I may require your assistance.â
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aijalightwoodâ:
A bullet in your leg but youâre alright. Those things donât usually go hand in hand you know that?
I mean, it... could have been worse, you know? So itâs alright. I definitely need stitches, but some of the others were worse and I bandaged it earlier, so I wanted to make sure everyone who needed it got seen.
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olympiahaleâ:
âMhm,â she murmured with a lingering, playful smile. âIâm sure.â Olympia raised an eyebrow down at her before continuing their journey up the stairs. It was easy to navigate to Pennyâs room and no one really tried to stop them since Oly had permission. And by permission that means casually carrying Penelope and really giving her no choice but to comply. She made it to Pennyâs door, knowing where it was since, well, she had been there before. After carrying her inside and shutting the door with her foot, Olympia brought her to the bed and carefully placed her down. âThere. Now, do you want to clean yourself up with a shower or a bath? It could help.â
Being carried was a sensation left behind in her childhood, one that evoked the memory of sleepy car rides and her parentâs warm embrace as they slipped her upstairs to tuck her into bed. It was different, being held by Olympia while making naughty jokes between every step that made her leg throb in searing agony, but there was an essence of it that still felt the same. Warm. Safe. When she sunk lightly into her mattress, she didnât find herself eager to pull away from it.
â....A shower, I guess,â she said, a tingling in her cheeks alerting her that she was probably starting to blush. âMaybe with a pair of chairs so I can stick my leg out. Canât get my stitches wet yet. But if you have to go, I can wait until tomorrow.â
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