#xenchante

[runewarsmaster]

Starter for @xenchante

Scott sat at his designated table, looking at the screen but not at all paying attention to the research information displayed on his computer. Cosima was the science, she was the experiment. He had hardly had time to process this before things seemed to fall apart. She was sick, he had known that the experiment was deteriorating. He had absolutely no clue that it was his friend. Looking over to where Cosima lay asleep on the cot, he tried to ignore the oxygen tank that was helping her breathe. 

Hearing the door unlock, he looked up to see Delphine come in. Shutting down his computer, he gathered his things as he assumed she would want to be alone with her girlfriend.

[runewarsmaster]

Starter for @xenchante

“I’m s-sorry, I’m just getting used to having you, um, around again.”

[healerclone]

Starter for @xenchante

“Oh my god, I love your accent.”

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@xenchante

[untothisstormarchived]

@xenchante

“I’m sorry, Charlotte, I don’t mean to” her voice was hushed, sitting down on the couch next to her, syringe in one hand and the other gently reaching out to hold Charlotte’s hand. “But if you’re showing symptoms we need to do tests, you know how it is” she gave her the most gentle smile she could force, doing her best to hide her worry. They had the cure, but there was always a small possibility of it not being effective for all the clones.

“It could just be a bad case of the cold, but we have to check” she looked down at the syringe and back up, quietly asking for permission.

Charlotte pressed the heels of her palms against her forehead, trying to keep herself calm. It will be okay, just get through this. Give her some blood. Everything is fine. Taking a few deep breaths, she nodded and took her hands away from her head.

“Okay...okay. You can use whatever arm you want.” She rolled up her sleeves and held out her arms for Delphine to pick and choose which one she would take blood from. With a little snuffle, Charlotte bent her head and bit her lip, not wanting to look the doctor in the eye. “I’m sorry, I-I’m just- I’m not usually like this. I had a nosebleed last night. I haven’t had one since I was twelve a-and now that my mom’s gone into hiding, I d-don’t have anyone. I can’t talk to her or anything, I j-just have to assume she’s safe.”