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[evite]

( broadcasting live from the dark cave that is her bedroom, skye opts for the safety of semi-anonymous texting when facing the wide open world of the network. granted, her username is literally a pun on her name, so it's not exactly the most subtle option in the world... but she's sticking to it. she thinks she's funny, anyway. )

is there a doctor in the house?

( or, you know, on the moon. )

att: my arms are killing me.jpg
if you make house calls, i'll pay double.

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[11calls]

Oh my god are you okay?

[evite]

( at least this username she knows. she's careful to encrypt the feed, to separate her voice from her username, at least on a public channel. )

Hey. ( her voice, this time, is a little shakier. there's a moment where skye has to really focus in order to keep her breathing going. ) A little banged up, but... not dead yet, I guess.

[11calls]

Okay. Do you need help getting somewhere? I see you've got a doctor coming, and Victor he's seriously one of the best and a stand up guy, I promise.

[evite]

Victor? ( she's trying her best not to sound totally in disbelief... but alex probably knows better. ) You're on a first-name basis with Dr Frankenstein.

( the world is truly trying her patience. )

Okay. Okay. No, I mean, this is totally fucking bonkers and my arms feel like I'm being stabbed by a million really pissed off hornets, but... it's fine, it's totally fine.

God, I need a drink.

[11calls]

Yeah, he's helping me with something. [Like not sleeping for a two years.] But he really is an amazing guy, Skye, I promise.

What happened?

[evite]

I'll take your word for it. ( besides... ) I didn't really feel like running up a tab at the ER a month in, anyway, so I guess beggars can't be choosers.

( though, in all fairness, she's not sure there really would be a tab. maybe healthcare's free. maybe the moon is not-so-secretly a socialist's wet dream. she doesn't know, though, because she never bothered to look. because going to the er means having your medical issues written down, committed to records other people can search. it means she can't keep her shit under lock and key if she wants to. )

It's... a long story. A weird story. Which kind of seems like the theme lately.

[11calls]

At least we don't really need to pay for emergencies like this. It's part and parcel of that whole space kidnapping thing. [Alex is trying to do her normal bad joke thing, even if this one is particularly true.]

Okay. But is someone hurting you? Do you need help in that way? [Because though Alex is tiny, she will throw down for her friends.And she knows some big and burly dudes.]

[evite]

Oh. ( alex is tiny. it's kind of endearing, if not totally stupid, to think that she'd fight for skye. not that she needs to. ) No, no. Nothing like that.

( a palm rubs across her arm, hesitantly testing the sensations that arise when she levies different amounts of pressure across the splotchy bruises. it's definitely more than just a patch of color, that's for sure; even doing her best to keep an even expression, skye can't quite quell the winces. )

I did it to myself. ( which sounds bad, so: ) Not intentionally or anything, I'm not, like, in need of a straitjacket or whatever.

[11calls]

[Alex winces in sympathy at Skye's, and she frowns more deeply, concern evident on her face, because she's never really been good at keeping her emotions hidden.]

Did you get into an accident or something?

[evite]

Yeah.

( the word drags out a little longer than she means it to, uncertainty all too evident in the drop in her tone. )

Remember how I mentioned I was kind of used to weird shit happening without explanation? ( of course alex does. she's proven pretty good at that sort of thing. ) This is one of those weird things. Or, I guess, it's the weird thing.

I'm still trying to figure it out.

[11calls]

[Alex is going to continue to look alarmed on your behalf, Skye, because while she has done and seen some weird shit over the last three years, at least it's nothing like this. So, if nothing else, Alex is going to go into problem solver/caretaker/reporter mode. Yes, all three of them go together for Alex.]

Have you tried talking to anyone about it here? Like someone who might also have weird shit and get it?

[evite]

I... kind of. ( so helpful. so much explanation being given here. ) But it's complicated.

( a hand lifts to brush a lock of hair out of her eyes, but the movement strains a series of fractures in her radius; the sharp sensation that spirals down through her arm is an unexpected and painful reminder that maybe she's in a little over her head. )

I was trying to get this under control before I had to tell people I'm a huge freak, you know?

[11calls]

I get that. I mean, I'd probably do the same thing if I was in your position. But most people here aren't going to think you're a freak. I certainly don't. Is there anything I can do to help other than assure you that Victor's great?

[evite]

No, I'm okay.

( which is true. it's not a brush-off, even if it sounds like it might be. )

The doc will poke me a bit and I'm sure it'll be fine. Plus, I got some ice on delivery and I think some meds on the way, so I'll live.

( but to reassure her, skye adds: ) If you don't see me up for coffee in 48 hours, you can totally sound the alarm.

[11calls]

[It does sound a bit like a brush off to Alex, but she's not going to argue it too badly. Skye isn't someone who she knows well enough to do that for yet. Instead she's going to give the woman a dubious smile and a nod.]

Forty-eight hours, and the I'm calling out the big guns, Skye.

[evite]

Alright, mom.

( but!!! she smiles, and that's saying something, considering the ridiculous levels of pain coursing through her veins at the moment. alex should be proud. )

If it'll make you feel better, we can video chat tomorrow over coffee and you can listen to my neighbor's AM wall sex routine. It'll be like a house call, except you get to stay home.

[11calls]

[Being called Mom makes Alex laugh, because that's a thing that's never happened before, but she does agree.]

Okay. Lemme know if you need dinner or advil brought over okay?

[evite]

I'll let you know.

( she's charmed, honestly. alex is a good, and she's grateful for it. )

Seriously, though, I'll be fine. I've lived through worse.

[11calls]

[Alex can't help it. She caretakes even when she really shouldn't so she's just going to shrug.]

Okay, if you say so, but let me know if it does get worse, alright?