earth to bella;

[bawlmer]

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Three days. Three days that blue tarp has sat, rolled around the body of what was left of Tallulah. No one was really sure what to do with her - if she would come back in the condition her corpse was in. Barely having a head - or face, for that matter - to speak of makes it a little hard to tell if she will eventually recover from the

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[firstcapital]

[Peeking in the windows like the weirdo that he is. Josh breaths in short haggard breaths. He has mad pains in his sides from a recent explosion that had happened back home.
He jumps once he sees that someone is moving in there.]

[bawlmer]

[creeper, looking in on raccoon eyed, basically comatose girls.

take that hand twitch in retaliation, punk!]

[firstcapital]

[He would yell, but no don't wanna draw attention to himself. So he'll resort to tapping the window.]

L-look whoever is in there, show yourself or I'll come in there and kick your ass!!

[bawlmer]

[all she really registers is the aggressive tone of the person talking, as well as the general direction of their voice. her brow furrows, features distinctly displeased at the noise as her head rolls toward his voice.]

[hampden_ave]

[ who's happy? this guy right here! oh so happy~ he busies himself throughout the kitchen giddy with excitement, mostly because lulu's alive but another part of him super amazed that she's obviously some sort of lizard that can grow limbs back when need be. he knew he had picked a winner.

throwing himself into the room she's in, he smiles carrying a tray with a couple of slices of toast, applesauce, hot tea, and of course a coke. setting it down in front of her he takes a second to pull out his trusty medical flashlight. using his fingers he holds her eyes open so he can blind examine just how responsive she is. ]

How ya doin' hon?

[bawlmer]

[honestly, her eyes aren't very responsive. at best, her cornea expands a few millimeters, but it's nothing promising from little pinpoints. but her motor skills seem to be rather responsive, as she's pulling back from him like a child would, and swatting with a heavy hand, as she usually would.

her eyebrows are practically meeting in the center, she's so displeased with all of this, face utterly displeased at him.]
Stop..

[hampden_ave]

[ replacing his pen in his shirt pocket. he shakes his head. turning her arm he straps a blood pressure cuff on her. he inflates the cuff rapidly then begins to deflate it watching the numbers carefully. he is not taking any chance here lady this is srs. business! ]
I gotta make sure you're okay...I might leave you alone if you eat something. But eh...who knows...

[ he's trying to bribe her, is it working? ]

[bawlmer]

[nope. she's not in the mood to be bribed or touched or anything at the moment. she's just a mass of angry and huge, slamming headache. but there is one way - ]

.. head feels like... exploding..

[olbay_seasoned]

[She's there as soon as she gets the message, grabbing up a seat to plop down next to the bed]

Lulu...? [She feels sick with worry and anger. God help Sven if she saw him again]

[bawlmer]

[her hand twitches a little, but not much else comes in the way of recognition of who's there. she's going to need a little bit more in the way of prodding before she wakes up from whatever you could really, honestly, call this state.]

[olbay_seasoned]

Dammit, Lulu, answer me!

[Because shouting works right? Mary forces herself to calm down and tentatively reaches for Baltimore's hand, giving it a light squeeze]

Come on, open your eyes...

[bawlmer]

[works to make her instinctively flinch a little, yeah. or maybe that was an involuntary face twitch, who knows. as soon as she grabs her hand, though, tallulah gives a strong squeeze back, eyes fluttering a little.

she's trying, but it's tiring having a slamming headache and just, you know. recovering from not really having a face at all.]

[thefirststate]

( like mary, he had come over as soon as he had heard. but unlike her, he sits quietly and watches--as if making sure everything was really okay. he's admittedly scared, scared that if he reaches out and touches her it's going to go back to the way it was when he saw her under that tarp.

so he just sits, and waits for some sign that would tell him everything is all right. )

[bawlmer]

[after being woken up so many times by different visitors, she's started to be roused by the sound of people walking in and sitting down. but ever so barely. first, her hand twitches, nose scrunching a little as if she has an itch. after what seems like a great physical debate, her eyes open half way, falling back shut as if it was a great effort to open them in the first place.

but, eventually, after what seems to be a battle of the ages, she reawakens, at least partially, sighing as she blinks once, twice, slowly. she looks barely awake as she pulls a little smile, limbs feeling a bit too akin to bricks to reach out to him.]
Hey, dad...

[thefirststate]

( he can't help smiling faintly at her own smile, though his worry is still visible as he scoots forward in the chair he's been occupying in order to get a better look. reaching out slowly, but again that fear comes back and he curls his fingers and draws his hand back. )

Hey, there... ( although he sounds exhausted, it's still not hard to tell the happiness in his voice. ) How are you feeling?

[bawlmer]

My head hurts. [her voice cracks halfway through the sentence and she swallows hard, looking around the room in her field of vision to look for a drink of some sort.she noticed that hesitance but, to be honest, she still hasn't figured out how she got this way anyway, so all of this hesitance scares her a little. with great effort on her part, she moves her hand to reach out toward him.

coltin wasn't much help having a fit earlier, but she somehow feels like he'll be a bit more comforting.]

Can I have a drink? [she swallows again, as if trying to wet her throat.]