[Jinx is awake. She has been for the past few days. It's still difficult for her to move much, so she's propped up on her hospital bed. Her hair is stringy and greasy, falling around her shoulders. Her face is pale, lacking any trace of makeup. For a moment, it looks like she's about to say something, but her shoulders drop, her lips purse, she
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It was getting to be that time of year again: the last full moon of October, and those that chose to would be ravaged by their loved ones in the hopes that the werewolf magic would overtake their immune systems, and they'd wake up whole and Changed. but most of them didn't... the first week of November was often a long string of funerals.
So, standing awkwardly in the doorway, a case of puzzle books, coloring books, fiction, even some knitting supplies (did Jinx knit? Mercy had no clue, but nothing like lying in bed to pick up a new skill) and a small kitten counted cross stitch (neutral, because anything else seemed... suggestive) on her shoulder, she clears her throat.]
Jinx? Can I come in for just a moment?
[She hadn't brought anything for Gabriel this time around. But there were pumpkin pies cooling on her counter, and an apple pie on the stove if he needed something sweet.]
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Last time I checked, we hate each other. Why are you....? [Here? Holding a basket that looks like it was meant for someone's grandma?]
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[She's still cautious as she steps into the room. She settles the bag - it's purple, with some sort of cartoon cat on it. It was a theme, but it had been what she could find that hadn't looked old womanish, or utterly ridiculous in her estimation.]
I thought you'd hate being bored, so brought a few things.
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Knitting needles?
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[At least she's talking like herself. This is the most normal conversation she's had all day.]
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Well, now's your time to figure it out? [A shrug.] I figured time consuming, pretty mindless activities. Anything you don't like, donate it to the hospital for someone else.
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