Room 409 [Wednesday night]

[sorella_vecchia]

Triela was feeling better than she had in weeks. Not really good, but better than she'd been in two weeks. She was managing to sit up in bed with a bowl of soup in her lap. She was trying to decide if she was actually going to apologize to anyone. She might owe apologies to a few people, after all, but

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[heromaniac]

What parts of the day she wasn't in class, Momoko had spent at her computer, doing research. Yes, research. She was looking for anything that might help her figure out what was wrong with Triela. She started off by listening to the last month of radio podcasts and was to the point, now, of surfing through an online encyclopedia of diseases. Finally, she gave up in utter frustration, scrounged up a knife and some apples and headed off to her friend's room to do some tough love. And bunny rabbit apple slices.

She knocked, but was totally going to try the knob in a minute.

[sorella_vecchia]

"Come in." Triela's voice was uncharacteristically soft.

[heromaniac]

Well, at least there was a response, and it had been relevant and timely, which was totally more than Momoko had gotten yesterday. She opened the door, taking a calming breath and stifling the urge to start with a glare.

"Triela? It's Momoko. And I'm not going away, even if you ask me to." She made her way into the room to a desk chair and sat, placing her bowl of apples to one side for a moment. "So, you look a bit better today." Momoko wasn't as cheerful as usual, but she was trying.

[sorella_vecchia]

"I'm feeling clearer-headed," Triela said, voice still soft. She didn't get up from her bed, but she did watch Momoko. "Come on in."