"I'll be right back then, don't get up okay? I want your leg to get better." She then hurried out, and soon found the book she wanted and after getting that she got another bigger bowl of soup, slipping another chunk of bread into her pocket and she hurried back.
"Loriana? What happened to my leg?" Marya braided a few strands of her hair, eyes brightening when she noticed the soup.
Finally Tessa had enough. She slipped out of her room with ninja-like stealth. Marya's room was next to hers. And luckily the door was open. Tessa knocked quietly.
"Hello there Tessa." Marya waved, her brown eyes melting in happiness.
Loriana looked confused as she bit her lip..sighing as she tried hard to remember…Loriana never took her medicine yet ALWAYS tried to take care of Marya and Tessa. "I..I think…you got shot. I think. I'm sorry Marya, I don't remember exactly, I'll try and reread your file." Loriana then looked over at Tessa. "Tessa! I was about to come check on you, I got you food too." She held up the soup and bread.
"But why?" Marya leaned forward, head cocked.
Tessa gave the two a small smile. "Thanks Loriana." She said walking in and closing the door. She sat down on the bed beside Marya.
"Are you done yet?" He asked as he started walking them back to the bed.
I’m here now, but I have a piano lesson soon)
So guys, I’m going on a trip for the next 3 and a half days, so I won’t be on very often. I’ll check it every morning and night, sometimes lunch, I’ll do my best.
Loriana sighed softly and rubbed her head. "Marya, I can try and get to your file if you want. Tessa, do you want or need anything else? I can get you some extra blankets and a book too! Or you and Marya can play some games, anything you two want. Did you take your medicine??"
"I'm good Loriana. But games sounds good!" She brightened.
Marya leaned back on the bed, staring at her knees. "It's okay, Lori. I don't really want to know anyway." it was true. Every time she tried to remember her past, her emotions overpowered her. Anger, sadness, pain, loss. Marya didn't want that. She didn't want to remember if it would bring her pain. Forgetfulness is bliss.
She nodded and muttered "Games" to herself multiple times as she hurried out to the rec room to search for those games for the two.
"Tessa?" Marya asked, "Do you remember anything from before this place?"
"Not really. But I don;t want to remember. I don't want to know why I have anxiety. I don't want to know why I wake up screaming. It's better this way." She whispered.
"It is." Marya agreed and she reached over to pat Tessa's hand.
She came back with about 6 or 7 board games and card games, nearly tripping when she came in as she set them down beside Tessa. "You make sure Marya doesn't get up, okay? I want her leg to heal! Do you guys want anything else?"
"Can't you stay and play with us?" Tessa asked.
(I'm not going to be on much this weekend. I'm going camping.)
"No no no, I'm gonna go check on some other people. You two can play! I'll be back in a couple hours to bring you lunch."
"Awww………….okay." Tessa said. "Don't push yourself to much."
Marya stared at the pile of board games, unsure what to do.
Tessa turned to Marya. "What do you want to play? Uno, Go Fish, Ticket to Ride??"
"What?" she crinkled her brow.
Loriana then went in and knocked on Vaughns door gently.
(Ah, back just in time)
Vaughn heard a knock and turned his head towards the door. “Who is it?” He called, tone low and wary.
Loriana peeked in. "It's just me, are you alright? Can I come in?"
Vaughn’s eyes flicked up from where he was sat on the floor, knees pulled up to his chest. “I’m fine, like always. And everyone else is barging on it, so come on ahead,” he mumbled, fingers lightly tracing patterns on the tile floor.
She frowned softly and looked away, sighing. "I..don't need to come in. Do you want anything? Food? A book? Drawing stuff? Games? Anything at all."
Vaughn thought for a moment, his eyes trained on the floor. “Water would be appreciated,” he said, a tad softer than before. He didn’t like asking for help. If he was completely stubborn all the time, he would have been dead in a week.