"Then I'll be back here. Try not to lock me out, locks don't work on me. It's gonna be okay."
Erin rushes off. She sends a quick text to Crabb once she's out of earshot (Daisy is hurt I will be in her cabin yes it appears to be that bad yes I will call a doctor if she will accept one no I do not think she will). Her first stop is the infirmary, for antiseptic, some light bandages to keep it on, and some antibiotics which she spends far more time than she wants to identifying by smell.
Daisy almost locks the door just to be contrary, grumbling a weak mockery of 'it's gonna be okay' under her breath as soon as Erin's away—she'll be fine, even if whatever the fuck this bite is doing to her kills her she'll just wake up fine again, it's no big deal. Ultimately, she shoves a shoe to keep the door open as she goes to clamber back into bed, hugging a pillow and pulling the sheet back over her, thus becoming a white lump roughly in the middle of the mattress.
Her strained breathing is in some ways more obvious, in the uneven rise and fall of the sheet.
Erin slides back into the room, nudging the shoe out of the doorway once she's inside. She's taking care to step quietly now, and she sets her supplies down gently before taking a seat on the bed.
Just enough of the sheet gets pulled down for Erin to check Daisy's temperature with her wrist.
"You're running a fever," Erin murmurs. "...Were you just gonna sit in here and die?"
"Might not have died," she grumbles. "Might've just healed up on my own."
That isn't exactly a no, of course. But dying as many times as she has over her time on the boat, it just doesn't hold the same weight anymore. What would one more death have been, when she's already so deep in the double digits?
"We don't— things like me don't get sick. Not like this." Only by not feeding and that's different. Or maybe if some piece of the rot got to them, she's not sure. "Figure it'll just. Pass."
Because that doesn't sound at all contradictory. 'Hey, this is brand new, but don't worry, I'm sure it'll go away if I do nothing about it!'
"...Lass. Darling. Flame of my heart. I know the NHS is going down the toilet but the medicine here is fucking free." Erin drags the chair and desk over (she lifts the latter to be sure it doesn't scrape, a casual display of strength that she's honestly not thinking about) and then hands Daisy the antibiotics. "I can't read the dosing instructions so that part gets to be your adventure. 've got aspirin for the fever too, lemme..."
She goes digging in her pockets, cursing quietly.
The bluster and sarcasm is for Daisy's benefit but the mask is thin at best. Erin's worried.
Daisy chooses to give a dry snort of a laugh at the NHS comment rather than engage with the part she has absolutely no idea how to handle: Erin's blatant worry, Erin helping. It still makes her bristle a little to be this physically vulnerable in front of someone.
"I don't even know if medicine works the same now. Or if it'll work on this." Hard to know when she hasn't had reason to take it, when the only time she's been sick in years it was something medicine wouldn't help. Still, she takes the antibiotics from her and squints a little at the packaging to figure out the damn dosage. "I don't— I'm serious. This doesn't... this doesn't happen. Whatever this is— it's not. It's not because the wounds got infected the normal way. That doesn't. Happen."
The bite did something else to her and her body's been trying to figure out what to do about it ever since, it feels like.
"I believe you! I'm not doubting that part. What I'm thinking about is the thing that happens where you get sick with one thing and then another you shoulda been immune to sneaks in rips you to shreds. Maybe the medicine won't help whatever this is but it might keep it from letting something else kill you." There's the damn aspirin. Erin sets that on the bed next to Daisy too and lets out a breath of deep relief. It's okay, she didn't forget it.
"Walk me through what happened. And get me that bite, I've got the Neosporin and bandages."
She's not sure if she even fully follows that logic, but Daisy bites her tongue instead of arguing more because Erin's made up her mind and she's too exhausted to keep repeating herself because she has a single argument of her own that doesn't hold as much weight as it should when something has clearly changed and undermined it.
Sighing, she shuffles to hold out the arm with the bite.
"A few days ago. There were these— things. Passengers, they must have been, but. Looked like— ugh, if you ever saw the werewolf in those stupid Harry Potter movies, that but uglier. More of a human face. Bumped into one coming back to the cabins and it got a lucky bite in."
"A few - that woulda been the full moon, wouldn't it?" Erin actually laughs, and it's only a little bitter. "I've been spoiled by shapeshifters with their shit handled. That's. That's gonna be a fun addition to this community's needs, but I can burn that bridge later, when I cross it."
Erin's fingers are so, so gentle as she inspects the wound more closely and then does her best to treat it; with it half-healed like this there's not much she can do other than apply the Neosporin and fucking pray. Bandages should at least keep some air off it so it can't pick up anything another passenger might have brought with them...
"...Please don't pull this again, Daisy. I'm not sure what I'll do if you get dragged back into the Nothing because you don't care enough about living to not die. Probably something recklessly violent."
"Yeah. Real fun. Violent and, if my hunch is right, possibly contagious. Really spicing things up around here."
She doesn't flinch at all as Erin fusses with the wound. Hard to say if that's because it doesn't hurt any more than the wound already does or if she's just got her reactions locked down.
She does flinch at Erin's words, though. Just a little. "No one else would even care. And. Look. It's not getting me back that easy. Died plenty last time and still only ended up there because of Jenny."
"Yeah, you so sure about that?" Erin's voice is sharp, and when she hears it in her own ears she turns her head away; it doesn't seem to impede her work much. "...You might be surprised. People would notice. People'd care. And don't throw that in my face like just me caring is nothing special either. I'm not some lovestruck teenager who thinks I'll get to kiss the hot wolf lady if I show her True Compassion or some shit. I worry, about you, specifically. I think about you. If I didn't think you were powerfully private, I'd talk about you a lot more to people 'cause I think I know some you might get on with."
Daisy huffs, considers protesting that they'll heal up in the next day or two on their own going by the rate they've healed but doesn't bother. Just sits up and casually strips her sleep top off so Erin can get at the claw marks that start at her shoulder, and some on her side. Yeah, trying to fight didn't work out great for her this time. Still not at full strength and those werewolves are big.
"Be surprised, would I? Who the fuck else would miss me, then, Erin? Everyone else either barely knows me, or hates me."
"SecUnit would notice. And care." Erin's touches are all business; she's too worried even for her usually limitless thirst. "Johnny might surprise you too. He's serious about looking out for all of us. I won't say he'll tear his clothes at your wake, but he'd care. Helena knows I think of you as a friend, and she's got a big heart. You should meet sometime. Give her the decent Arthuriana instead of the trash they peddle in London."
Daisy rolls her eyes with another huff. "Someone I've met twice. Someone who actively has reason to hate me. And someone who's never even met me. Strong argument."
She'd count off on her fingers if she felt well enough to maximise the attitude. As it is she just stays still as Erin does her thing.
The first response spills out against her better judgement: "You think it should be easy?! Look, the last person I—"
She cuts herself off with a frustrated noise, drags her tongue across her teeth again and flinches—bad idea when she's not healing instantly. "I didn't— look, I'm not stopping you, am I?"
"You're trying to." Erin takes shaky breaths. Gets back to work. "You're not...people here will warm up to you if you give them a chance. It's not just me. It's not, okay? They're good people. You don't..."
She can't finish. Erin tapes the bandages in place and sits back. "I don't want to argue again. You're hurt."
That's not the problem. Or perhaps in some ways it is. This voyage is already full of better people than hers ever was. So why would they care about her?
She doesn't bother to put her shirt right back on. Just pops some aspirin dry and then lays back down with a sigh.
"Warm's fine. Should probably have it. Haven't really..." haven't really eaten, the last few days. Which is less dire than it sounds, she may be able to die now but she doesn't think normal starvation is one of the things that can do it, but...
She sighs and props the pillows up so she can lean against them when she sits back up again.
"...I don't know how to be around good people, Erin. Alright? It's been monsters and people who may as well be for years."
"They've been pretty good at being around monsters so far. And before you leap to that conclusion, not just me." A beat. "Not just me and Siffleur. Just...let them be themselves."
Once Daisy's comfortable Erin puts the bowl of soup into her lap; minimal chance of spilling, and it can't hurt to have something warm there for a moment.
It also gives Erin the insane urge to kiss Daisy's forehead, which she throttles in a Herculean effort of will.
"...It's a bit scary, isn't it? Realizing you're living among people who can outweigh you."
Daisy can't bring herself to comment on the first part again, doesn't want to fall into an argument going around and around in circles. She's too tired for it. So she just starts eating the soup.
"Little bit." Fucking terrifying, actually. "Was one of the heaviest hitters, last time. I was— more. You know? This— this me, you're getting, right now, I wasn't like this. I was at my worst. My strongest. And at home—"
She shakes her head. Bites back a comment about how other entities would enlist Hunters, sometimes. How even other Avatars weren't actually safe from them.
"It's scary for me too. Never realized how bad it got, being the biggest badass to ever have an ass, until I wasn't. But there's been this weird sense of camaraderie about it too. They...get it, y'know?"
Erin hopes it makes sense. For once it's not an argument, she's just trying not to sound insane.
"Being so big and heavy that you kinda can't have normal relationships any more," Erin clarifies, looking...regretful. "It's a bit of a whole thing. I'm sure you noticed."
"...As for who outweighs me, good question. I wouldn't tangle with SecUnit even if we weren't friends, I don't wanna cross that hail of laser fire. There's the dude who can summon the fucking moon. Someone shattered the deck on Halloween after you died, so there's, y'know, that. Hell, Dimitri might be able to give me a run for my money. Boy can match my wild might, that's a new goddamn experience for me."
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Erin rushes off. She sends a quick text to Crabb once she's out of earshot (Daisy is hurt I will be in her cabin yes it appears to be that bad yes I will call a doctor if she will accept one no I do not think she will). Her first stop is the infirmary, for antiseptic, some light bandages to keep it on, and some antibiotics which she spends far more time than she wants to identifying by smell.
The next stop is the buffet, for soup.
All told she'll be back in maybe twenty minutes.
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Daisy almost locks the door just to be contrary, grumbling a weak mockery of 'it's gonna be okay' under her breath as soon as Erin's away—she'll be fine, even if whatever the fuck this bite is doing to her kills her she'll just wake up fine again, it's no big deal. Ultimately, she shoves a shoe to keep the door open as she goes to clamber back into bed, hugging a pillow and pulling the sheet back over her, thus becoming a white lump roughly in the middle of the mattress.
Her strained breathing is in some ways more obvious, in the uneven rise and fall of the sheet.
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Just enough of the sheet gets pulled down for Erin to check Daisy's temperature with her wrist.
"You're running a fever," Erin murmurs. "...Were you just gonna sit in here and die?"
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"Might not have died," she grumbles. "Might've just healed up on my own."
That isn't exactly a no, of course. But dying as many times as she has over her time on the boat, it just doesn't hold the same weight anymore. What would one more death have been, when she's already so deep in the double digits?
"We don't— things like me don't get sick. Not like this." Only by not feeding and that's different. Or maybe if some piece of the rot got to them, she's not sure. "Figure it'll just. Pass."
Because that doesn't sound at all contradictory. 'Hey, this is brand new, but don't worry, I'm sure it'll go away if I do nothing about it!'
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She goes digging in her pockets, cursing quietly.
The bluster and sarcasm is for Daisy's benefit but the mask is thin at best. Erin's worried.
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Daisy chooses to give a dry snort of a laugh at the NHS comment rather than engage with the part she has absolutely no idea how to handle: Erin's blatant worry, Erin helping. It still makes her bristle a little to be this physically vulnerable in front of someone.
"I don't even know if medicine works the same now. Or if it'll work on this." Hard to know when she hasn't had reason to take it, when the only time she's been sick in years it was something medicine wouldn't help. Still, she takes the antibiotics from her and squints a little at the packaging to figure out the damn dosage. "I don't— I'm serious. This doesn't... this doesn't happen. Whatever this is— it's not. It's not because the wounds got infected the normal way. That doesn't. Happen."
The bite did something else to her and her body's been trying to figure out what to do about it ever since, it feels like.
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"Walk me through what happened. And get me that bite, I've got the Neosporin and bandages."
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She's not sure if she even fully follows that logic, but Daisy bites her tongue instead of arguing more because Erin's made up her mind and she's too exhausted to keep repeating herself because she has a single argument of her own that doesn't hold as much weight as it should when something has clearly changed and undermined it.
Sighing, she shuffles to hold out the arm with the bite.
"A few days ago. There were these— things. Passengers, they must have been, but. Looked like— ugh, if you ever saw the werewolf in those stupid Harry Potter movies, that but uglier. More of a human face. Bumped into one coming back to the cabins and it got a lucky bite in."
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Erin's fingers are so, so gentle as she inspects the wound more closely and then does her best to treat it; with it half-healed like this there's not much she can do other than apply the Neosporin and fucking pray. Bandages should at least keep some air off it so it can't pick up anything another passenger might have brought with them...
"...Please don't pull this again, Daisy. I'm not sure what I'll do if you get dragged back into the Nothing because you don't care enough about living to not die. Probably something recklessly violent."
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"Yeah. Real fun. Violent and, if my hunch is right, possibly contagious. Really spicing things up around here."
She doesn't flinch at all as Erin fusses with the wound. Hard to say if that's because it doesn't hurt any more than the wound already does or if she's just got her reactions locked down.
She does flinch at Erin's words, though. Just a little. "No one else would even care. And. Look. It's not getting me back that easy. Died plenty last time and still only ended up there because of Jenny."
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Erin ties the bandage off. "C'mon. Other wounds."
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Daisy huffs, considers protesting that they'll heal up in the next day or two on their own going by the rate they've healed but doesn't bother. Just sits up and casually strips her sleep top off so Erin can get at the claw marks that start at her shoulder, and some on her side. Yeah, trying to fight didn't work out great for her this time. Still not at full strength and those werewolves are big.
"Be surprised, would I? Who the fuck else would miss me, then, Erin? Everyone else either barely knows me, or hates me."
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Daisy rolls her eyes with another huff. "Someone I've met twice. Someone who actively has reason to hate me. And someone who's never even met me. Strong argument."
She'd count off on her fingers if she felt well enough to maximise the attitude. As it is she just stays still as Erin does her thing.
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In a thick voice on the edge of tears: "Is it so fucking hard to just let me care about you?"
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The first response spills out against her better judgement: "You think it should be easy?! Look, the last person I—"
She cuts herself off with a frustrated noise, drags her tongue across her teeth again and flinches—bad idea when she's not healing instantly. "I didn't— look, I'm not stopping you, am I?"
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She can't finish. Erin tapes the bandages in place and sits back. "I don't want to argue again. You're hurt."
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"I'm not questioning them being 'good people'."
That's not the problem. Or perhaps in some ways it is. This voyage is already full of better people than hers ever was. So why would they care about her?
She doesn't bother to put her shirt right back on. Just pops some aspirin dry and then lays back down with a sigh.
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Erin sighs, frustrated. "...You up for soup? I won't say it's still hot but it's still warm."
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"Warm's fine. Should probably have it. Haven't really..." haven't really eaten, the last few days. Which is less dire than it sounds, she may be able to die now but she doesn't think normal starvation is one of the things that can do it, but...
She sighs and props the pillows up so she can lean against them when she sits back up again.
"...I don't know how to be around good people, Erin. Alright? It's been monsters and people who may as well be for years."
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Once Daisy's comfortable Erin puts the bowl of soup into her lap; minimal chance of spilling, and it can't hurt to have something warm there for a moment.
It also gives Erin the insane urge to kiss Daisy's forehead, which she throttles in a Herculean effort of will.
"...It's a bit scary, isn't it? Realizing you're living among people who can outweigh you."
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Daisy can't bring herself to comment on the first part again, doesn't want to fall into an argument going around and around in circles. She's too tired for it. So she just starts eating the soup.
"Little bit." Fucking terrifying, actually. "Was one of the heaviest hitters, last time. I was— more. You know? This— this me, you're getting, right now, I wasn't like this. I was at my worst. My strongest. And at home—"
She shakes her head. Bites back a comment about how other entities would enlist Hunters, sometimes. How even other Avatars weren't actually safe from them.
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Erin hopes it makes sense. For once it's not an argument, she's just trying not to sound insane.
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"Get what? The being the biggest badass or the not being it?"
Daisy keeps eating the soup, which she somehow manages to look remarkably begrudging about.
"Who even outweighs you?"
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"...As for who outweighs me, good question. I wouldn't tangle with SecUnit even if we weren't friends, I don't wanna cross that hail of laser fire. There's the dude who can summon the fucking moon. Someone shattered the deck on Halloween after you died, so there's, y'know, that. Hell, Dimitri might be able to give me a run for my money. Boy can match my wild might, that's a new goddamn experience for me."
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