Well, I wouldn't think someone would be 100% when their nerve was hit. Hgh." He winced, still rubbing the back of his neck. He stumbles a bit until he leans against the wall. Roger sits down on the floor, his head throbbing and the world was spinning. He wore a dazed look on his face.

"It can only wake you, you shouldn't be dazed... oh sh!t..."
*Cyan walked over and picked Roger up, throwing him over her shoulder and started walking toward the medical bay, she then threw him onto the soft and comfy medical bed and called for Natasha and Lucielle*

After a moment or two, Natasha came in looking weary and down. Her eyes were still watery.
"Just a heads up, Lucielle barricaded herself in the room." She mentions, walking into the room. She than stops and stares at Roger. Her entire mood changes. "D-Did I do this...?" She asks, a little horrified by her own question. Roger was propped up in the bed. His head was drooping down and his eyes were half closed. He wasn't responding to anything.

*Cyan kissed Natasha and held her hand*
"Don't worry, he'll be back to his old self in afew days..."

?You just gave him a half-deaceased comatose state
So he's badically half awake, half comatosed. But he will be fine..."
*Cyan sat down on the couch next to Roger's bed and sat Natasha next to her*

"Are you sure he'll be fine? We should check his vitals and make sure their ok. What about his heart beat, is it alright? Maybe we sh-should check his head, he might be bleeding jnternally. What if--" Natasha kept rambling on about Roger's health, pacing back and forth as she bit her fingernails

((I'm passing out now! Gn!))

"Natasha... I will literally kiss you so hard you pass out from lack of oxygen... I have a headache and again: he is fine... I promise you..."
*Cyan kissed Natasha once again and smiled sweetly, reassuring her...*
"I know he's fine..."

((Okay, goodnight!))

((Good morning!))

A reassured kiss was enough to make her feel better, but it wasn't enough to sate her worries. She still stood there, nervously fidgeting with dried blood from her nose being smeared to the side of her face. She didn't take the time to wipe it off properly. Nat could feel a headache coming, more severe than the last. She began pacing back and forth.
"El...len..." Roger whispered. His voice was strained, as if he was in pain. He started to sweat a bit. Only his finger tips moved, twitching every now and than.
"He doesn't look 'fine' Cy...!" There was panic rising in Natasha's voice. She was being crippled with anxiety. It felt like her lungs were being filled with stone, her vocals were being physically shaken, and there was this awful dread she couldn't explain. Natasha latches onto Cyan, tightly hugging her.
"Cy, I know I'm making a b-big deal our of nothing, but some awful m-memories are resurfacing in my head right now..." Natasha didn't let go of her.

*Cyan hugged Natasha back and didn't let go, she then lied down on the couch and had natasha resting onrop of her, Cyan just kept hugging Natasha*
"I know how that feels, I'm not completely surprised..."

Natasha laid in Cyan's arms bawling. She was still trembling, fighting the urge to pull on her hair-- a habit of hers from when she was young.

Roger has stopped mumbles words and was now sitting on the bed. He was sweating a bit, but nothing out of the ordinary.

"Natasha, look into my eyes and nowhere else; whats the one wish you want more than anything right now?"
*Cyan, looked into Natasha's eyes, stopping her from pulling her hair*

Natasha's lip quivered, shaking her head. "Cyan..." She sniffed. "I don't know... I never think about what I want to be honest..." she started to wipe her eyes.

"Well then think for yourself, right now! Go ahead!"
*Cyan smiled and hugged Natasha a bit tighter, Cyan wanted Natasha to think of the one thing she wanted most in that moment*

"I... I want just a day of peace. A day where I don't have to keep looking over my shoulder every second... That would be wonderful..." She smiles dreamily, playing with her hair.
Her eyes were nearly bloodshot from crying earlier. She hugs Cyan tigher.

"Just think about that and don't stop until you completely calm down..."
*Cyan smiled hugging Natasha still*

Natasha continued to sniff, snuggling next to Cyan. "This is nice..." She chuckled weakly, still snuffling from crying earlier. "I haven't hugged anyone in forever... It feels nice..."
Natasha's started to breathe normally, inhaling air as she tiredly grinning.

*Cyan giggled and looked at Natasha*
"Honestly, if anyone else except you tried to hug me they would be on their @ss and flipped over me before they even knew what happened. Heheh!"
*Cyan giggled and layed her head on Natasha's shoulder*

"Oh,,I guess your not much of s hugger..." Natasha sits up. She looks over at Roger, who was still knocked out. His breathing was a little ragged, but stable. She sighed a bit.
"So, what di we do about Lucielle...?" she asked Cyan, still facing Roger. "She's locked up in her room, refusing to come out."

"Well I have an idea..."
*Cyan got up and walked out of the med-bay, then started running down the hall. She jump kicked the door and as soon as her feet made contact with the door her rocket boots let out a shockwave wich blasted the door into splinters, she then moved the furniture out of the doorway. Cyan looked at Lucielle and pointed out of the room*
"You. Medical-Bay. Now."
*Cyan's voice was stern and she wasn't f*cking around, Luci had no choice but to walk down to the medical bay*

Lucielle shakes her head, bursting out into what seemed like tears. "Leave me alone!" She tossed her shoe at Cyan's face.

"Ow, what the sh!t dude?"
*Cyan held her nose*
"Please just go into the medical bay and be with your father..."
*Cyan put on a fake smile and tried being nicer while asking*

"I'm not going with you, I've seen what you are!" Lucielle yells. Her voice shook as she did so. "Now, leave!" Lucielle commanded. She was already holding a lamp in both her han da, ready to swing if need be.

"Kid, go be your father. You've seen what I am twice and I got you to this sub unscathed... And with your father. Now we have atleast 2-3 weeks before someone saves us, so you're stuck with me and Luci until then... either go see your father in the med bay or I'll put a new door on and weld it shut so you're left in here to rot... Now."

*Cyan sat down on Lucielles bed*
"Luci, I got separated from my dad as soon as this entire apocalypse started, I can never forgive myself for never fighting back when raiders shot him and tried to take me away from his bleeding corpse as he tried to reach out for me but I just stared and was pulled away, I visited the house years later and the forest had started breaking the house down and when I went inside his skeleton was just on the floor in the same position I last ever saw him, reaching out for me before the last of the life he had left faded. And it was still rotting aswell... We both know that one day your dad is gonna have to make a sacrifice to save you and whether that sacrifice is his own life or not; you still need to be prepared, which is why I encourage you to spend as much time as you possibly can with him. So get to the medical bay now, please."

Lucielle held the lamp tighter in my palms. She was squinting her eyes at Cyan. "First you threaten my life, and than have an sincere conversation--- A heart to heart about your father's death?!" Lucielle shouts. She was holding the lamp as if she was ready to swing a baseball bat, already in balanced stance.
"Look, I get it, you want me to spend time with my pops before he's only a blood stain and a couple of brain mush on the floor somewhere but... Taking time to make memories is precious, another thing humanity has taken for granted, I.. I can't do that and sit that when you're here. After what I saw you and Nat do today, especially to dad, I can't lie: You two freak me out for a number of reasons..." Lucielle's words were veracious.

The fierce look she wore had vanished, and something anew took its place: fear once again. The constant emotion most faced in this world at this time.

Lucielle was still standing across the room with Cyan on her bed. The adrenaline was still kicking in. As much as she wanted to get one hit on Cyan-- more for well being and protection rather than her desire to actually be able to do it-- she wouldn't do anything. She was small from her stunted growth, she didn't have any muscles, and she had no experience in fighting an adult. At best, she was skin and bones.

Her eyes frantically darted towards the door, and back to Cyan repeatedly.

(("We got 2-3 weeks until someone save us, so your stuck with me and Luci until then...". What I meant to say was "You're stuck with Natasha and I until then...", sorry about that.))

((I've noticed. It's totally fine. :D ))

*Cyan looked to the door*
"Go ahead, I won't move an inch until you're safely next to your father..."

Lucielle was surprised by her answer. She didn't know why, but she had expected all of this to end with Cyan dragging her out the room by her hair if she had to.
She kept her eye on Cyan, unintentionally still holding the lamp. In those few minutes, it had gained sentimental value to her. It provided a sense of safety, and eerily, control to Lucielle.
She walked with her backs towards the door, taking each step slowly as she kept her eyes on Cyan. When she got to the doorway, she disappeared

...

"Hey, Cyan..." She said. Her voice was gentle, but flaky. "I'm sorry about your father. I'm sure he was a good man..." And with that, she left to the medbay.

*Cyan simply stared at Luci waiting for her to leave, she just wanted Natasha and nothing else Cyan had brought back her PTSD memories and was starting to tear up*

When Lucielle arrived, Natasha saw Lucielle. Lucielle ignored her and ran over to her father. She felt her heart drop as she saw him, lying there.

Yes he was still breathing...
Yes, there was still brain activity...
Yes, he was still alive...

But the sight still sent chills down her spine.
"He will be fine Lucielle, I promise--" Natasha assured. She almost choked up again, just from the sight of Lucielle. Her dead eyes were returning again.

"I'll go check on Cyan..." Natasha excused herself. As she left the room, she left the room, she closed the door. She unmistakably heard a loud cry released from Lucielle.
The cry of a child. She wasn't losing anyone, but it still felt like it.
Natasha's heart lurched and she pressed her hand on it. Taking in sharp breaths before she started to walk again.
"Cy...?" She asked, knocking on the wall next to the door frame. She peered into the room where Lucielle had left Cyan. Natasha caught sight of Cyan sitting on the bed, tearing up.
"Oh, Cy!" She exclaimed, walking over. She gently placed her hand on Cyan's hand. "It's okay..."

*Cyan stood up, walked down to the med bay, she sat down next to Natasha, laying her head on Nat's shoulder, tears still leaking from her eyes as she hugged Natasha tightly. Cyan still wasn't audibly crying*

((Scratch everything except for the hug and the inaudible crying of Cyan

((okay))

Natasha opened her mouth to ask 'what's happened?', but she stopped. Instead, she asked, "Are you okay Cyan?" She held Cyan close, tenderly like her mother had always done when she was upset.

"I never have been okay, well... except for lastnight..."
*Cyan smiled slightly*
"...but I'm definitely not okay right now"

"Sorry, I just need some time with you right now... it'll help me feel better, I love you so much."

"Than, lay your head down to rest, clear your head, and be happy. And if you can't be happy..." Natasha whispers, affectionately running her hands through Cyan's hair back and forth, just like how a mother who cares for her child greatly would...Like how a lover would care for her own in hard times.

"What is bothering you?" She questions, hugging Cyan tightly.

*Cyan sighed and put her index and middle finger against Natasha's left temple, revealing what just went down in the last 20 minutes while also revealing a self-trained ability*

"Oh my," Was all Nat said, breathing as she did so. She pulls away-- still holding Cyan's hands-- and stared into her eyes.
"When I lost my mother..." She began, still holding Cyan. She swayed them back and forth, slowly and ever so gently.

"I was devastate. I had nowhere to turn, no one to turn to. If I was accepted in, I was immediately kicked out. It was a rough life but I made it through." Natasha lets go of Cyan, still holding her hands.
"I lost mum when I was seven, lost my father to a disease a couple of years back, my older brother was shipped off to the navy, and my youngest was hit by a car. I had thought I had lost all of those people. I placed the blame on myself, on everyone around me. I hated the world for what it had become, what it had turned into!" Her face was contorted with disgust, but quickly went back to being neutral.

"After all the heartache, the suffering, the denials of a better life, empty promises and possibilities that never seemed possible... I'm still here. Everyone's still /here/." She points to her heart. "Everyone I had thought that I had lost is still here, in my memories, in my dreams, in my heart. They're all in me. They never truly die, they will always live on in the people who remember them, even if they don't remember them well. They live on in our dreams, in our passions, they fuel our strength, they help us regain what we have lost in our darkest hours...The dead lives on in the living, it is a fact many overlook." She picks up Cyan's hand and puts it on Cyan's heart.
"So, your father-- everyone you have lost in your life-- they live in you Cyan. They are with you, forever. As long as you are breathing, remembering them, talking about them, feeling for them even when you think they're long gone... They've never left you to begin with. They are always right by your side."

"I guess that's true... god I love you so much, you always keep my going..."

"I love you even more..." Natasha smiled, cupping her hands around Cyan's cheeks. She pulls a curl from her face to behind her ear coyly, her face reddening once again.

*Cyan Smiled warmly at Natasha, she felt a sudden calm rushed over her*

"There, are you feeling better...?" Natasha asks. She wrapped her arms around Cyan.

"Yeah, I am. Thanks for that..."
*Cyan quickly raised her head and kissed Natasha*

Natasha was taken by surprised at first, but she melted into the kiss. She still had her hands cupped around Cyan's face, gently kissing her girlfriend.

*Cyan had completely forgot about everything around the two in existence and held the kiss for as long as she possibly could before it inevitably came to an end. When they looked down the hall from the room they were surprised to see Lucielle and Roger awake with her, staring at the couple from the med bay, with plain pokerfaces*

Roger was standing with Lucielle by his side. He was holding an ice pack on the side of his head, and bandages had been wrapped around his head since he was mildly bleeding.

"Huh... I didn't knowyou two weretogether," He said. Some of his words slurred into each other, but the rest was clear.
When Natasha had saw them, she lot it. Without missing a beat, she held up her hand to block her face and looked away.
Lucielle giggles. "CYAN AND NATASHA SITTIN' IN A TREE! K-I-S-S-I-N-G! FIRST COMES LOVE, THAN COMES MARRIAGE..." Lucielle proceeded to sing the entire song, accompanying it with a silly dance. When she was finished with her obnoxious singing, Natasha spoke.

"Roger, you shouldn't be standing..." She was still hiding her face.
"Hold up now, don't try and change the topic Nat. When was this, when did you two become a thing!?" Roger pushed on with the topic. Natasha made a small sound as her face grew crimson. She was over it.

((I'm passing out! Good night!))

"Last night and I'll knock you back out if you stress Natasha out again..."
*Cyan thankfully saved Natasha*
"...We can talk this out when you've recovered, now go back to your bed and spend time with Luci please..."

Goodnight!))

"Alright, alright..." Roger sais, speaking slowly. Lucidlle started to push him gently in the direction of the medbay. They left.
Nat was still embarrassed, in her previous state: hiding her face from theworld. "Are they gone...?" Her voice sounded muffled behind her sleeve.

*Cyan giggled*
"Yes they're gone."
*Cyan moved Natasha's hand and smiled looking at her*

Natasha still had a high color on her cheek. She stared at Cyan, doe-eyed for a moment. She couldn't hide an enormous grin that spread across her face.

"Heh, you're so cute..."
*Cyan giggled and caressed Natasha's cheek, she smiled knowing both of them were happy*

"You're hot..." Natasha blurted out, than covered her mouth. She took a few seconds recover and than said, "you're hot and cute..." she plays with her curls, than gets up.
"Well, I'll go check on Roger and Lucielle..." she says, walking away, sort of skipping along the way.

In the medbay, Lucielle and Roger were chatting away about various topics.

"Father, were there any weapons before the world was like this?" Lucielle asks, swinging her feet off the edge of the bed. Roger laid on the bed, still hokding the ice pack to his head.
"Yes, there were weapons. Before machine guns, before a bullet was made, there was stone axes and sling shots waaaaay back than

*Cyan stood up and held Natasha's hand as they walked down the hall to the medical bay, Cyan had a genuine smile on her face once again*

"You should really smile more... You look pretty when you do." Natasha compliments, holding Cyan's hans as they walk alongside each other.
"So that's why, Lucielle, the beavers build dams,"Roger finishes. He had just been talking with his daughter until he noticed two shadows on the floor in the doorway. It was Cyan's ans Natasha's shadows looming on the ground as they approached the room.

"No need to hide love birds, your secret is out already!" Roger called in a joking manner. Natasha enters, this time, her face remaining her normal-- abnormal-- blanched skin tone.
"It wasn't really a secret Roger. We just didn't tell you and Lucielle." Natasha explains, chuckling a bit.
"Well, that sound like a secret... Anywho, how long will it be until I'm back on my feet?" He asks. He seemed perkier than usually.
"I'd say about have about week or two of rest and care coming up. For now, you need to rest Roger. You suffered a traumatic concussion..." Her face fell a bit.

"Nat." Roger said, fixing a slop slip sided smile. "No hard feelings... I was being overactive and letting my.... past experiences with other people get the best of me. I'm sorry." Nat nods to Roger, than ushers Cyan and Lucidlle out the door so Roger can rest.

*Cyan smiled again and kissed and kissed Natasha's cheek, she then ket Nat's hand go and walked into their bedroom, laying down on the bed and turning on the TV*

Natasha let's Cyan go for their room. She would have followed, but the grumbling of her stomach made her turn around and head towards the kitchen in the other direction.

When she arrives, Lucielle was already helping herself to a bowl of cereal. She's wearing the same neon blue headphones she was wearing when the bullet had nearly hit her what seemed like awhile ago.

Natasha started to look in the fridge when Lucielle heard. "So, hoe do you make things float with your mind....?"
"What" Natasha responded. The question came out of the blue, catching her off guard.
"How do you make things float... with your mind, your brain?" Lucielle carefully ask, pointing to her head.

Natasha walks over to the kettle an Starla to heat up water. She puts an empty bowl to the side, preparing for her meal. "I don't know, I just always had it." Nat said, shrugging as she moves towards the cabinets. "I was born with it."

"Lucky..." lucielle pouts, taking a bite of the cereal.

*Cyan continued to watch TV and fall asleep for a nap*

"Not that lucky..." Natasha says, reaching for a container of oatmeal.

"Hey, can you try moving this fork with you head!?"lucielle perked up, holding a fork that had been resting on the table. Natasha shook her head.
"Okaay, what about this napkin?"

"Lucielle, no."

"How about this tiiiinnnny piece of crumb--" Natasha shoots Lucielle a stern look. "Haveing an ability, a power, doesn't mean you play with it Lucielle." She scolded, opening the container. "Besides, I don't have complete control over it..."Nat adds.

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