[012] // [Video] // One Missing Friend and a Sick One

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[Xion doesn't look much better than Axel does, at this point -- but at least she's not sick.]

Does anyone know what you're supposed to do to cure a cold? [Because she hasn't been letting Axel do much because he's sick, but she also doesn't really know what will help make him better.] Just...any kind of medicine, or some foods

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[Xion has been staring at the ceiling for almost two hours

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[Axel doesn't dream often. He doesn't usually think about it, but hearing other people talk about dreams they've had makes him wonder if it's got something to do with that whole No Heart deal. Do you need a heart to dream? Well, no, he would guess not, since he does, just rarely; usually it's just bad dreams when he's really stressed out. So maybe you need a heart to have good ones.

[Much to Xion's chagrin, he's actually spent most of the day trying not to sleep, because every time he closes his eyes he keeps seeing the same thing, hearing the same thing. That dark road by Memory's Skyscraper and Roxas' retreating silhouette, the hiss of rain and that harsh, angry edge in Roxas' voice.

'No one would be sad without me.'
'That's not true! I... would be sad.'

[He knows that's not why Roxas left Vatheon. He knows it's not his fault this time, but somehow he still wonders if he didn't screw up somewhere after all. He watches Roxas' figure grow smaller and smaller until his whorl of yellow hair vanishes into the shadows, obscured by

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[As soon as the hand snaps around her wrist, she drops the water on the floor, the tylenol in her hand bouncing onto the couch, out of her hand. She hadn't been expecting that -- why would she? The only time she can really remember having her wrist grabbed by Axel was when she poked his sides, and even then, it hadn't been like this.

This hurt.

The noise of pain is automatic, if quiet, her big blue eyes widening, seeming to grow bigger as she stares at Axel. She's practically frozen in place, by the painful pressure, the surprise, all of what she couldn't have been expecting.

She's incredibly grateful when he seems to realize that it's her, not whatever monster he may have conjured up in his mind. Swallowing around the knot in her throat, she retracts her arm, and doesn't notice until he speaks that she hasn't been breathing.

She hitches on an intake of breath as she tries getting air to her lungs. He looks up at her, and she meets his eyes, then manages to snap herself out of her own confused daze, shaking her head.N-no. I'm fi-

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[He shifts on the couch, struggling a moment to untangle his legs from the blanket, and clumsily sits up with a hand on the crown of his head. The room spins, and he fumbles for the arm of the couch to steady himself, then frowns at Xion through a grimace.]

No, you're not fine. Forget the water--did I hurt you?

[Pulling his hand away from his head and hoping it doesn't actually float off his shoulders like it feels like it really wants to, he reaches carefully toward her, his palm upturned--it's an offer, not a demand. He's had years of training learning how to defend himself and inflict maximum damage on other people, and Xion's the last person he would ever want to really turn those abilities against. There's something like real fear in her eyes and the fact that she's looking at him like that makes that thick tightness in his chest constrict even tighter. ... No, it's just the cold, right?] Don't-- I mean, I'm...

[A sigh and he shakes his head.]I'm usually a really light sleeper, you know that. You sc-- scared me, I