Case 6: The Unknown Yell

[jamesholmes]

[Hello Paradisa, hope you weren't planning on a quiet, peaceful day were you? Or you know at least one without someone pitching a fit about something.  Because there is a loud, very upset, very grumpy sounding Englishman's voice coming through the journal, which has magically opened itself because of the draft from the door of the Clinic.  This was

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[longaevus]

[ It had been a long... Helen wanted to say week but the days had started to blend together, so much so that she was admitting defeat and had gone to lie down after James had left that morning. She wasn't certain how well she'd sleep, if she could - she was bad at it usually but now... now it was complicated.

She'd managed to fall asleep, possibly a little quicker than she expected, but sadly she didn't manage to stay that way. She'd left her journal on the table in her room although apparently not shut, apparently not judging by the rather irate voice of one James Watson that was flooding through it and waking her up.

It didn't take much to wake her - she'd always been a light sleeper but...

She gave a sigh, slowly pushing herself up as she responded ]

James? [ Do you hear the sleepiness? ]

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James. [ She knew that tone, that meaning, especially with the raving at the castle. She didn't blame him and he hadn't failed - it was something that neither of them had seen before and with the timescale... it was impossible.

She didn't quite know what to say to that though.... It was because she kept herself alone - partially through preference - that he blamed her for this... that stung. Out of anyone she hadn't expected this from him ] You think that this is my fault?

[ She was reeling from this; how something so simple.... It wasn't okay. She'd done what she could and hadn't expected more than that from him. She didn't blame him that he couldn't help but...

She gave a firm shake of her head. Sorry didn't cover it ]

[jamesholmes]

Helen, no. [It didn't help that he was an obsessive man either and when given into that obsessiveness lead to bouts of well anger, and frustration and worse.

And he hadn't meant to say those words out loud. He really didn't blame her for it all, he was frustrated and not thinking clearly, so really this was his fault not hers. She was just a good target for his frustrations, which didn't help when she shook her head. Oh boy he had screwed up.]

Does it help any that I know logically you are not to blame and that no matter when I found out this would have occurred irregardless of my discovering of your condition? [That was the logical respond after all and do excuse him he is currently digging around in the medical kit nearby, muttering under his breath.] Where is it?

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After just saying that this was my fault? [ She may have believed him but how much him saying that had hurt her was what she felt more ] No, it doesn't. How-

[ He wasn't the only one that had been so focussed but rather than him having to pull her away that was what she should have been doing - and had tried to do, and failed.

She didn't know what to do, to say. She couldn't sleep but she couldn't stay there either; he'd hurt her and that angered her... it was a low blow and not quite so simple to take away. Without saying anything more she returned to her room, quickly slipped a pair of shoes on before heading back out to leave, and be damned if he tried to stop her ]

[jamesholmes]

Helen I'm sor - [He rarely was upset enough to insult someone close to hm, and for it to be Helen? Well, that was not sitting well.

However amongst the number of survival rules, both real and fake amongst the male members of The Five, was to not follow an irate Helen Magnus. So he had just sat there as she left, brooding some before he finally got up and back to the Clinic, rummaging around the supplies there. He knew he shouldn't dip into that habit but well what else was he going to do? Except maybe mull it over, which he ended up doing with a sleeve rolled up and a needle nearby.]