[it registers enough to her, and he'll feel how some of the tension leaves her, how she relaxes from the touch, the kind words. that all she's really asking for is companionship and contact, while the world is uncertain and she's been left less independent than before. he's warm, and this place seems to hold her, and if she doesn't move it doesn't hurt.
it's safe. someone's looking out for her. someone's protecting her, and as much as she doesn't want to be coddled, treated too gently, thought of as pathetic...right now, she needs that protection. her gratitude for it can't be spoken.
it's not that she's worried he'll come back and finish the job - he somehow never did, he never finished the process, as if destiny said that he'd never truly cut her throat. it's the idea of someone else. something else slipping in, even though it was clear through every heartbeat, every moment, that she wanted to live. that she refused to simply die. she has to keep living, for its own sake. because there are people she loves with all her heart, that she needs to reach out to again. because there are things Helena needs to witness the end of.
Helena's breathing eases, and she understands, that right now, this place is a sanctuary. all she has to do is heal. all she has to do is go back to sleep. her fingers twitch, so loosely trying to hold onto his.]
You're too kind, doctor.
[the drugs blur her focus enough that she has no choice but to trust him.]
I'm so glad you were never there...that you were free.
[ he doesn't allow his hands to move, and instead keep them there so what energy helena has left can hold onto him. he's her support where she doesn't have her cane to hold onto, and so he remains stiff without moving, but his lips inch to the side in order to form a smile; he's pleased with the developments. those in this position have no one to hold but themselves all because they can't see, and they need hands held out to them if they're going to be able to take it.
as long as there's this bond, the one created in her mind as the drugs work on her emotions and though process, then he's able to find a way in. she's invited him, no less, by wishing the best for him, and with a shake of his head. ]
That's no good, Miss Helena. As your ally, I would have wanted to be there... so much can be done when one person isn't alone.
[ his fingers brush gently against the skin as he leans forward, and she can hear his chair creak along with his voice growing. ]
Just like this time... because I was there with you at that final moment, together, we made a difference. That Hell you once lived in, that could have been different too...
[ he sighs, trying to keep a gentle smile on his face. ] I hope you understand, Miss Helena, I wouldn't want you to be by yourself.
[reassured, calmed, brought back to reason from touch and the right words. willing to accept what must be done to heal. if her state is truly so terrible...then how could she be awake enough to explain it to her friends? to create a good cover story that they'll accept. oh, she's tired again, and if she doesn't move, it won't hurt.]
Don't strain yourself, your body is still recovering...
[ thanking him is what he deserves, and the fact that she relies on him even now works in his favor as he keeps his hold onto her hand. ]
...As your nurse, I'll be tending to all your needs. For now, you have to think about what to do after this.
[ she can think, accept her responsibility, and the pain she's going to offer to others once they figure out where she is. she has so much time to think about that while she rests here in his sanctuary. ]
Even if the whole world loathes you, I'll still care, so please don't think of yourself as ever truly alone.
Can...I sleep a little more, before I think about after?
[with the panic subsided, and the pain medication allowed to take hold, healing is an exhausting process. it was always fixed so quickly, she had forgotten how tedious it could be. the movements quelled, so the pain allowed to die down, at least dulled enough to sleep with. warmth, reassurance. no heavy hands on her shoulders, but holding hers, so that she might know where they stand. protected, not in some glass cage, but more like a cocoon, allowed to mend.
it's definitely the drugs, but she feels safe in a way that she usually felt when she was falling asleep next to Subaru.]
Sleep as much as you need, I'll be here watching over you.
[ as a doctor, and one with a helping hand. as the creature that lurks in the night, and someone who can mend every problem that she's having at the moment— he is a savior, but he is also the common man. he can be whatever she needs at the moment while she rests, and he reminds her before she dozes that he will always be by her side. for better or for worse. ]
Not one dream will plague you while you're here.
[ his other hand lifts, touching helena's forehead lightly to brush away strands of hair. ]
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it's safe. someone's looking out for her. someone's protecting her, and as much as she doesn't want to be coddled, treated too gently, thought of as pathetic...right now, she needs that protection. her gratitude for it can't be spoken.
it's not that she's worried he'll come back and finish the job - he somehow never did, he never finished the process, as if destiny said that he'd never truly cut her throat. it's the idea of someone else. something else slipping in, even though it was clear through every heartbeat, every moment, that she wanted to live. that she refused to simply die. she has to keep living, for its own sake. because there are people she loves with all her heart, that she needs to reach out to again. because there are things Helena needs to witness the end of.
Helena's breathing eases, and she understands, that right now, this place is a sanctuary. all she has to do is heal. all she has to do is go back to sleep. her fingers twitch, so loosely trying to hold onto his.]
You're too kind, doctor.
[the drugs blur her focus enough that she has no choice but to trust him.]
I'm so glad you were never there...that you were free.
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as long as there's this bond, the one created in her mind as the drugs work on her emotions and though process, then he's able to find a way in. she's invited him, no less, by wishing the best for him, and with a shake of his head. ]
That's no good, Miss Helena. As your ally, I would have wanted to be there... so much can be done when one person isn't alone.
[ his fingers brush gently against the skin as he leans forward, and she can hear his chair creak along with his voice growing. ]
Just like this time... because I was there with you at that final moment, together, we made a difference. That Hell you once lived in, that could have been different too...
[ he sighs, trying to keep a gentle smile on his face. ] I hope you understand, Miss Helena, I wouldn't want you to be by yourself.
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[reassured, calmed, brought back to reason from touch and the right words. willing to accept what must be done to heal. if her state is truly so terrible...then how could she be awake enough to explain it to her friends? to create a good cover story that they'll accept. oh, she's tired again, and if she doesn't move, it won't hurt.]
Thank you...thank you so much.
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[ thanking him is what he deserves, and the fact that she relies on him even now works in his favor as he keeps his hold onto her hand. ]
...As your nurse, I'll be tending to all your needs. For now, you have to think about what to do after this.
[ she can think, accept her responsibility, and the pain she's going to offer to others once they figure out where she is. she has so much time to think about that while she rests here in his sanctuary. ]
Even if the whole world loathes you, I'll still care, so please don't think of yourself as ever truly alone.
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[with the panic subsided, and the pain medication allowed to take hold, healing is an exhausting process. it was always fixed so quickly, she had forgotten how tedious it could be. the movements quelled, so the pain allowed to die down, at least dulled enough to sleep with. warmth, reassurance. no heavy hands on her shoulders, but holding hers, so that she might know where they stand. protected, not in some glass cage, but more like a cocoon, allowed to mend.
it's definitely the drugs, but she feels safe in a way that she usually felt when she was falling asleep next to Subaru.]
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[ as a doctor, and one with a helping hand. as the creature that lurks in the night, and someone who can mend every problem that she's having at the moment— he is a savior, but he is also the common man. he can be whatever she needs at the moment while she rests, and he reminds her before she dozes that he will always be by her side. for better or for worse. ]
Not one dream will plague you while you're here.
[ his other hand lifts, touching helena's forehead lightly to brush away strands of hair. ]
A peaceful night with just us two.