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(Somewhere Under Milliways: Sunshine's large, lovingly-collected library of gothic vampire lit will likely never be the same refuge of fantasy escapism ever again. She may burn them all when she gets home. If she survives to get home.)

From the kitchens come the sounds of startled, squeaking rats, of a large basket of paradoxes overturning as someone runs unsteadily towards the reassuring light and noise of the bar. The door to the kitchen slams open a moment later, letting through a pale and shaking Rae, clutching her wrenched and bruised right arm to her chest as she runs.

Her head is still reeling, her eyes watering and blurring her vision, the realization of what had just happened - what she had done - and to whom - causing her stomach to rebel violently.

Luckily, the cleaning crew prefer a clean bar and have put trash cans up at strategic locations, for Sunshine doesn't make it to the restroom before being physically ill. She falls jerkily next to it, clutching the trashcan rim with a white-knuckled grip in an effort to steady herself and counteract the tremors she can't seem to stop.

(Warnings in OOM for... well, gothic horror.)

(Tiny tags: A Gothic Winter Tale, Vlad Dracula)

(OOC: Mun has gone to bed. Will return to tag up on threads tomorrow. EP is open for new threads/tags forever and ever, amen. <33333)

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No sooner has Sunshine begun retching into the trashcan, than Thirteen appears at her friend's side, holding back long hair and rubbing her back gently as she murmurs quiet reassurances.

Sunshine is shaking horribly as she retches, stomach rebelling even after there is nothing left in it. It's only once the heaving subsides that she notices Thirteen, and even then she isn't able to unstick her throat enough to say anything. The look of lingering terror and budding gratitude is all she manages.

The look is all it takes for Thirteen to draw her close, hugging gently as she motions for one of the wait rats to fetch a glass of water.

Sunshine makes a pain-filled sound at moving her right arm and shoulder, but otherwise clings to Thirteen like one clinging to a tree when the flood is threatening to carry them away, shaking and pale and terrified near out of her wits.

Thirteen does her best to soothe Sunshine, holding the trembling woman close while continuing to mutter reassurances in a calm, quiet voice she usually reserves for Rachel.

It is quite a while before Sunshine's breathing starts to even out and her one-armed clinging to Thirteen begins to relax.

The ordered glass of water shows up sometime during the worst of the clinging session, though once Sunshine relaxes enough, Thirteen reaches with one hand to grasp the glass and guide the straw to her mouth.

"Little sips," she murmurs. "Otherwise you'll make yourself sick"

Sunshine doesn't argue. She sips at the water, clearing the bitterness out of her mouth little by little.

"Th-thanks."

She allows herself the fantest of smiles, and once Sunshine is done with the glass, she sets it aside.

"Don't worry about it."

Sunshine is shaking, but still upright and mostly standing (her hand goes to the nearest table to use as a prop). Her breathing irregular, pupils dilated with lingering fear, her thoughts still scattered to the four winds.

She does her best to support her friend upright, rubbing soothing circles as she watches her carefully.

"Sunshine, darling, look at me. Tell me what happened."

Her stomach twists, and she swallows compulsively as she shakes her head. "I can't," Rae says, quietly.

Thirteen nods, absently raising an arm to pet her hair comfortingly.

"Alright, you don't have to tell me."

Beat.

"Are you hurt?"

"Just... just my shoulder. It was wrenched pretty -" violently, "badly, but I don't think anything's broken."

The bruising is pretty spectacular, though.

Doctor mode turns on, and Thirteen gives Sunshine a quick glance over.

"Did you want me to have a look at it?"

Even scattered as she is, Rae can predict what would be the response if she said no.

"Sure. I don't know much about... first aid whatsit."

Another nod, and Thirteen begins to guide her gently towards the infirmary.

"Alright then, let's get you fixed up."

Rae goes with her, unsteady but capable. "Thanks, Thirteen," she says.

It's more for not making her explain than for anything else.

"Anytime."

She leads her friend into the infirmary, guiding her towards an empty bed there and helping her up onto it.

"How have," she winces (one never realizes how much one moves one's shoulder until it hurts to do so), "you been?"

"Better than you, it seems," she comments dryly while helping Sunshine out of her shirt as carefully as possible.

"Didn't I tell you that you're not allowed to get roughed up anymore?"

"I sent out that memo," Sunshine says, grimacing slightly. Luckily, most of the bruises and scrapes from other... instances have mostly healed, leaving a few more small scars. The large, shiny sickle-shaped scar below her let collarbone is still there, crossed by the thin, opalescent gold chain about her neck.

"I guess not everybody got it."

Now able to see her torso clearly, Thirteen grabs the scanner and runs it over the battered shoulder.

"You'll run out of places for me to patch up sooner or later."

"That'll be a day to celebrate, won't it?" she says, smiling wearily. "No reason to keep getting injured, after that."

"Or something."

"Wouldn't get your hopes up, dear."

Looking at the scanner readings, the doctor then sets to inspecting the shoulder closely, very carefully moving Sunshine's arm ever so slightly.

"Looks like you wrenched it pretty good. It'll just need a sling, and I can get you some pain killers."