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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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"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."

She winces at the pain from moving her shoulder.

"No baking for a while, then, huh?" Her voice shakes a little.

She can't go home like this.

Shaking her head, Thirteen sets to gathering the things she needs.

"No, sorry. The only thing you'll be doing is resting that shoulder and taking it easy."

"For about how long?"

"Come find me in a week, and we'll go from there."

"Okay," she says, taking a slow breath. "Should I be doing anything to it? Applying heat or something?"

Very carefully, she begins helping Sunshine back into her shirt, then to navigate her arm into the sling.

"I'd alternate between applying heat and cold. Take the a pill if the pain get bad, but otherwise, just rest up."

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"I can do that," she says.

Luckily for her, the couches in the bar room are quite comfortable. She's not up to being alone in her room.

With Sunshine's arm in the sling, and instructions given, Thirteen heaves herself up onto the bed beside her.

"You going to be okay, Sunshine?"

"Dunno." She says, breathing slowly.

"The one who..." Rae nods at her shoulder, "... is still here, somewhere, and he's made it clear that it wouldn't be... wise for me to reveal who he is."

She doesn't want to stay here.

Thirteen frowns.

"He threatened you?"

"Not in words, but it was clear," she says, shuddering and rubbing her neck.

There's more scowling from the young doctor as she mulls this over.

"Can you go home, or are you safe here?"

"If he's still here, he can find me here. But I can't go home without there being questions, either."

Gnawing on her lip, a thought occurs to her.

"You could stay with me, in my world..."

"Wait, what?" Rae blinks at her.

That's possible?

Thirteen's eyebrows raise.

"You didn't know you could visit other people's world?"

"It hadn't ever occurred to me," she says, feeling a bit overwhelmed. "I mean, not counting Milliways because inter-dimensional bars don't count, the furthest I've been from New Arcadia is the ocean, once or twice when I was younger."

And that's only a few hours' drive.

She nods in understanding, patting her uninjured shoulder gently.

"Well you're more than welcome in my world, if you need to get away for a bit."

Thirteen gets a one-armed hug.

"You'll have to explain to your boss about the lack of Lemon Lecheries."

Thirteen grins, hugging back gently in return.

"It's okay, I still have a bit of stockpile from your Christmas present."

"I hope you don't feel obliged to share your Christmas present with your boss; you shouldn't share unless you feel like it. They're perfectly good for hoarding, too," she smiles slightly. "Except from me."

"Oh, of course, I wouldn't dream of withholding it from you."

Beat.

"I'd like to think sharing with my boss is a present to myself. Keeps him quiet and off my back."

Sunshine laughs softly, tired. "Good planning, there."

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