*Cyan giggled and got up*
"Lena is fortunate, but I will need some sort of payback for these saviors... I'm not a life-saving charity and there are principals to my logic..."

"I'm sure she'll come around she's repaying you. She's just has an odd way of showing her appreciation..." Natasha lays back down on the bed on her back. She stares at the ceiling, twisting her hair.
"Cyan, can I ask you a question?" Natasha held up her hand aloft her head, looking at the rose vine tattoo that ran from her finger tips up to her shoulder. She had gotten it when she and Lena were first recruits. They were young but considered adults when the world had fallen to the hell it is now.

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16 Sep, 2019, 9:26 am
"I'm sure she'll come around she's repaying you. She's just has an odd way of showing her appreciation..." Natasha lays back down on the bed on her back. She stares at the ceiling, twisting her hair.
"Cyan, can I ask you a question?" Natasha held up her hand aloft her head, looking at the rose vine tattoo that ran from her finger tips up to her shoulder. She had gotten it when she and Lena were first recruits. They were young but considered adults when the world had fallen to the hell it is now.

*Cyan layed across the bed, putting her head on Natasha's lap*
"Ehh.. Sure?"

"I "I know this is out of the blue but, did you ever just wish you can get away from the life you have now? Or, if not, build something off of the tubbles of it?" Her voice trailed off. Her hand was stolen in the sir, and so was her tattoo on her sight.

*Cyan looked at Natasha*
"Well ofcourse I do... But I'm happy with this life right now, so I can't say I want to escape right now!"

Natasha smiles a bit. "Well, I'm happy you said that.... this has been the happiest I've seen you ever since you were recruited into our base..." Natasha replies. She was still laying down. She rests her arm on her side, twirling her hair.
((Time slip to night?)

((Sure!))

[Day 7- Night]

"Your epinephrine level is rising," Quippip announces, turning himself on. The robot's default voice box made him sound elated when he said it.

"Wow, I couldn't tell," Lena sarcastically commented, hurling the rubber stress ball at the wall. It bounced back, flying into her hand which Quippip caught by taking control of her left arm. He places the ball back into her lap. Lena fell back onto her bed which she had been laying on.

She could see the cracked ceiling above her, metal and crusted with rust after years of working. She heard the submarine groan as it floated in the middle of the sea.

"I recommend talking to a friend about what you are feeling. Talking to others have a huge benefit on an individual when relieving stress and anger." Lena's arm lifts itself up and pats Lena on the head. Lena shoves it away, although it was still apart of her, telling Quippip to leave her alone.

"I have no friends, so I can't complete your recommendation."

"But you can," Quippip pauses. In the right corner of Lena's vision, a virtual envelope appears. It opens up to show Roger, Lucielle, Cyan, and Natasha's ID photos. "Some of your comrades, which you have various history's with are here. This is a opportunity to share feelings. It's small, it's secluded, and there's need to build relationships since you know them all." Quippip persisted which only made Lena take the stress ball and squeeze.

"Two bratty and loud," Lena swiped the image of Lucielle away with her hand.

"Too proud," With a flick of her finger, Roger's face disappeared.

She stared at Natasha and than back to Cyan. Lena's eyes rolled back to Nat, and she gritted her teeth. "And perfection..." Lena shakes the photo of Natasha away. "Always perfect in every way she mutters."

The image of Cyan appeared with Roger behind the file. "You had nothing to say about Cyan though, making her the most compatible person to talk to! Followed by Roger, who has gotten over his pride long ago about being in the war a decade ago." Quippip joyously-- and annoyingly-- read through the archives of the others. Lena stops him, swiping it away like how she'd done before.

Lena stares at Cyan's picture, and exhales deeply. "I'll talk to her later..." Her voice trails off as she buries her head into her pillow. A small 'yay' escapes Quippip as he powers down for the moment.

Natasha was out in the living, legs crossed with her arms resting on the side of the chair. She had settled down and was reading a book she had found in the corner of her and Cyan's room. The title read '1984' with the initials, 'G.O.' printed on the side of the hardcover. She flipped the page, turning onto the fifteenth chapter of the story.
"Hi Natasha!" Lucielle beamed, carrying a book of her own. The young girl sat in the sofa adjacent from Natasha, plopping down and curling up. She then opened her book. On the cover of Lucielle's book, there was a jewel that sparkled. Nat smiled and looks up from her novel, placing it in her lap.
"You're reading about jewelry?" said Natasha.
Lucielle nodded in response and turned the book around to show the inside. On one picture, there was a picture of man with blue lips, eyes shut closed, and his hands resting on his chest. On the other side, there was a moon pendant.
Lucielle points to the picture with the man and started to explain what they meant.

"So, they take people who have passed and cremate them for some time..." Lucielle then pointed to the pendant on the bottom left side of the page.

"Then they take the ashes and put them into jewelry so the buyer may have their passed loved ones with them forever. People do it all the time apparently. Isn't it fascinating?" Lucielle beamed. Natasha slowly nodded her head in false agreement.
"And then--" Lucielle continues, going through more pictures of the deceased and jewlery that Natasha will never look at the same again.

"Luci," Natasha cuts her off, just as Luci was about to get onto the twentieth page of the process of one particular lady. "Why are you so... Obsessed with death?"

"I don't know. It's all around all the time, so I'm used to it I guess," The young girl shrugged.
"Aren't you interested in anything else like dolls? Coloring books? Toys like Legos?" Natasha was trying to word her sentence as carefully as she could but she knew she crossed a line when Luci's facial expression changed. She was squinting her eyes and giving Nat a look of disbelief.
"What am I, five?" Luci shouts, sitting back in the chair. "Plus, to be fair, you're reading about a dystopia, when we're living in one. You read about what you can relate to, hence, what's around you." Lucielle ended the conversation and turned to the next page, slightly annoyed.

".... Fair point..." Nat continued reading.

((sorry for the wall texts X'D))

*Cyan had put on her old runner outfit ans surprisingly, it still fit, she put on th red fingerless glove that all runners had, even now, and she put on the gripping toe shoes that most runners had, then the black tanktop and white cargo pants. Cyan walked out of the bedroom and into the livingroom,
looking at Natasha*
"I know this outfit is kinda outdated but, how do I look?"
((Sorry, I've been playing 'Mirrors Edge' alot lately!))

*Though the cargo pants were baggy, they were also stretchy which made Cyan's curves viewable, and the tanktop was a nylon knit which was also stretchy, makeing Cyan's chest pretty obvious espescially because she hadn't worn the old outfit in afew years*

((BTW, the last comment was just to make Natasha notice Cyan's body and blush just for the hellofit))

Natasha looked Cyan up in down, admittedly enjoying the view. She hid her smile. "You look nice," she says.
"You look old." Lucille adds, snickering as Nat shakes her head. Lucielle sat back in the chairs reading about global warming. She flicked the screen of the flat device, and the whole screen changed to an article about melting glaciers from twenty years ago in the early 20s.

((XD))

"That's more of a compliment for me since I'm 18... Not to mention you also look too old for your age..."

*Cyan giggled and looked at Luci with a 'whachyagonnado' look, then sat down next to Natasha and kissed her*

((How old is Natasha again, like older than Cyan, right?))

((She's 23-25. I haven't decided exactly how old but, she's between there))

Lucielle missed the look since she already had he nose in the book. Her two brown eyes peeked our from the top of the book, only to look around her surroundings occ as finally and then fall back onto the words to resume.
Natasha kisses Cyan back before going back to her book.

((Well, good thing Cyan has a thing for women abit older than her. I've literally thought out everything for this Character! XD))

*Cyan giggled, really happy. This was the perfect moment of pure wholesome happiness with absolutely no drama and Cyan wasn't in the least bit Depressed in that moment*

((I assumed Cyan was your age, 18--since she shares the same name as your username. How old is the character supposed to be?))

((But I guess it works out because Natasha does have a thing for older women. It's on her character sheet))

((Cyan is supposed to be 18, given her backstory of being seven when her father was killed and she was kidnapped, then forced into the organization for ten [now eleven] years))

Natasha heard Cyan giggle. "You have an adorable laugh," Natasha compliments, leaning onto Cyan. When she got close to her, leaning in for a kiss, Nat drops her book and starts tickking Cyan's sides. She hoped she would laugh.

((Wait, Natasha has a thing for older or younger women? Just confused XD))

((Okay, I read your previous OOC comment wronf for a second. Btw, if I disappear, I'm in class.))

*Cyan looked down at Natashas fingers wriggling desperately in an attempt for ticklish laughter, so Cyan pity laughed but Natasha was not able to tell the difference since Cyan had ALOT of experiance faking happiness and laughter*

((Natasha has a thibg for older AND younger women ans men with a ten year age. So the youngest she would date right now would be an 18 year old or a 35 year old. She does have an exception for some people))

((Huh, good to know. This helps with perspective in cases, so thanks Ig? XD))

((Ig so XD))

Natasha caught onto the fake laughter (I know you said she wouldn't be able to tell the difference, but that wouldn't make sense due to Nat's past career when she was in the medical field before she left because of the incident. All of that will be mentioned later. Anyway, she was trained in looking for signs such as facial expressions for her patients).
She caught onto the fake laugh and stopped tickling Cyan. She didn't mention it, she just kept a subtle smile on her face. Lucielle wasn't paying attention.

*Cyan looked at the red glove with the white telltale logo on it. She giggled as nostalgia kicked in, she wondered how the small runner buisness became an entire government all within a decade...*

"What are you giggling about?" Natasha grinned, holding her book firmly in her hand while looking over at Cyan. She eyed the glove for a second, then back to her girlfriend.

"Just the good ol' days... when the organization was nothing more than a telltale business with nothing but afew runners... Hard to believe we made it this far in only a decade..."
*Cyan giggled and looked at Natasha, then back to the white telltale logo on the glove*

"Yup, and now look at us..." Natasha smile was bittersweet. She looks back down to her book, leaning on the arm of the chair and curling up in her position of the seat.
"Lee!" Roger calls from inside his room when he catches Lena walking around. She walked so lightly, he wouldn't have noticed her if the constant muffled beeping noise from her electronic arm wasn't going off.
Lena looks over at him from the door that was slightly ajar. Roger was back in the medbay, using the breathing mask. He could only get around with it for so long now until his lungs healrs properly.

The slender, pale girl looked over at Roger, pointing to herself as in, 'me?' Roger nods and motioned her to come into the room.
"I'm bored. How good are you at playing cards?"

Cards? OwO))
XD
IDK how to respond))

Yeah, you're gonna have to do another action with Nat before I know what I want to action my response with.))

"Wait, what was the organization like before it turned into what it is now?" Lucielle asks. She look over at the couple, looking up from her twisted book.
"Well, I only know what happened in the medical field when I was training. It was similar to a hospitsl-- people running in with wounds of all sorts, some needed surgery. It was pretty normal." Natasha answered.

"Ok, but how was the battle field where they got those wounds from?!" Lucielle turns to Cyan, knowing her background as a soldier.

"Well, I don't know about the resistance warriors but I was part of the telltale runners, a handfull of runners that lived on the edge between the dream of the city, and reality. Before the city was destroyed ofcourse..."

For once, Lucielle eyes lit up with excitement over something that didn't revolve around something morbid. She rushes over and squeezes in between Natasha and Cyan on the sofa, blurting out a series of questions.
"What were the telltale runners like? Do you have any friends from that group? Are they still alive? I heard a lot stories about you guys but not about you guys personally--" lucielle continued on, interrupting herself and warning Cyan not to 'pinch her to sleep'. She then proceeded on with more questions.

Natasha smiled a bit, remembering someone from her past just as inquisitive as Luci.

"Most other runners were killed after 'The Blus' had a mass hunt down, the only ones to make it afterwards were myself and one of my friends... Faith... but I'm not talking about the hunt, I lost too many... anyways, more runners were trained and recruited after the telltale buisness became the organization! Faith is laying low though."

"Oh..." Lucielle's voice trailed off as she looked on to Cyan. "Wait, who's 'The Blus'? And Faith? Were they an enemy back then?" Lucielle couldn't contain her inquires. Her mind was racing and she wanted answers to everything.
Natasha sets her book down on the solid oak coffee table. Folding her hands in her lap, she suggested, "How about we end this conversation for the night Luci. There are some sensitive things regarding the Hus' actions back then."

Lucielle pouts. "But are they still an enemy of ours? And for how long?"

"The Hus' are old enemies of ours. And so are the Evos, the Rims, the Aloirs and a whole lot more. We're in a time of war all around, unfortunately." Natasha stands up, stretching.

"I've heard about the 'Aloirs'!" Lucielle exclaimed, swiping at the device. "They have the highest defense count."

"And the highest count of slaughtered civilians who were captured against their will."

Natasha looked off uncomfortably and then smiled a bit.
"Luci, why don't you help me prepare dinner?" Nat hurries off into the kitchen.

"I wasn't talking about Hus, 'Blus' were the higher law enforecment..."

*Cyan explained under her breath... 'Blus' was pronounced 'Blues'.*

((*that was a typo. I was trying to fix it, but I wouldn't get onto colors 3d via phone or 3ds for some reason for a bit)

"I knew who you were falling about. I just got the name wrong." Lucielle explains and runs off to help Natasha.

"How do you keep beating me back to back!?" Roger shouted, studying Lena's moves from the last win. Ans the last win. And the other wins she had acquired.

"I always play game with Quippip." Lena replied.
"Your computer bot thingy?"

"Yup... Much harder then a human." Pena started to round up the cards and shuffle them.

*Cyan suddenly burst through the door of the medbay*
"ROGER!- what the hell? uh... What do you think of my outdated suit?"

Lena and Roger looked over at Cyan in silence from her sudden entrance.

"Uh, outdated...?" Roger shrugged, his answer sounded more like a question. "Wh-what do you want me to say?"
"Well nice would've been better," Quippip perked up. Lena went back to normal and muttered something under breath about muting him.

"Yeah, it is but then again... Nostalgia, right?"
*Cyan looks at her outfit and pulled the bottom of her tanktop down a little bit over her waist*

"I guess it's nostalgic in a way..." roger says.
Lena shakes her head. "I can't really recall of people wearing things like that..."she mumbles, looking away. Her memory had been wiped so many times.

*Cyan sighed and turned around, walking out of the medbay and making her way to the kitchen. She was thinking about faith, wondering if she was still alive and how she was, where she was...*

"Okay..." Lena says, setting the shuffled deck down on the table. Roger was still leaned back in his chair, shoulders raised in confusion.
"What was I supposed to say to that? It's not everyday where someone bursts through the door and yells, 'how does my outfit look'." Roger looks over at the door Cyan had left opened.
"Well, you could've said 'it looks nice...'" Lena suggested. She gets up and ambles over to the door. With a soft nudge, she closes the door.
"Well too late now," Roger looks back at the cards. He then pulls the oxygen mask off his face.
'It is advised that you keep the oxygen mask on until you show further signs of--' Quippip started, but Roger cut him off with, "I can breathe just fine."

Lena leans against the door. Her face was neutral, but her eyes smiled. Roger saw this.
"What?"

"You don't like to listen to others, even if it's for your own good, do you?" Lena tilts her head a bit, her blonde hair fell to the side.

"You could say that... I tend to argue with others a lot. An old habit of minds I'm trying to break." Roger answers, serving out the cards to Lena's end of the table and his. He counted under his breath as Lena walked over.
When he finished, he picked up the rest of his cards and glanced up to see Lena had done the same. "Y'know, when Cyan popped in here, I thought there was an emergency."
"Understandably so, too..." Lena says, her eyes flash red and scans Roger. He looks up.
"What was that?"
"Quippip scanning your cards. We'll have to restart, I know what you have." Lena throws her playing deck on the table. A queen, a joker, several aces, and a heart.
"What's up with that?"

Lena sighed. "He's programmed to give me the best advantage in anything, even if it means cheating."

In the kitchen, Natasha and Lucielle were chatting away about child like wonders and more fairy tales. When Luci brought up the magazine she was previously reading, Nat would change the subject.
"Oh, Cyan!" Luci turns around, running over to her. "Did you know dice and mince are the same thing except mince means to cut something smaller? Also, why is there are there words for cooking? If you want something cut, just say, 'cut this'." Lucielle continued rambling on as Natasha continued with prepping dinner.

"Yeah I did, and I do agree with you halfway about the cutting/cooking terms!"
*Cyan walked over to Natasha and put her hands on Nat's waist as she Lied her head on Nat's shoulder*
"What's cookin', good lookin'?"

"Wha-- Really!?" Natasha snorted and jokingly pushed Cyan away. "Okay that was cheesy but given the circumstances, it was clever too." Natasha leans back a little and kisses Cyan.
"Ewwwwww!" Lucielle sticks her to guess out. "Why do adults always have to kiss whenever they're around each other?"

"It's a way of expressing love Lucielle. There's other ways of doing so too Luci. You'll understand when you get older." Nat warmly smiled at her but, Lucielle was still making a face.
"Ma and father used to do that all the time. It's gross!" Lucielle shouts, rambling on about it. Natasha chuckles a bit and resumes cutting the green pepper.

Roger placed down his finally card.
"Ready.... set... go!" Roger yelled, flipping over his deck. Lena did the same and the two rushes to complete their pile of cards in the middle of the table. Lena slaps her hand down on the largest pile and Roger let out a small sigh.
"How the hell are you so fast?" He said, scratching his head. They had been playing rounds of 'spot's with the cards. Lena was won some, he won some. It was a friendly match.

"I don't know. You just look at the card and place it down. It's really about how fast your brain registers the image and give you the information..." Lena collected the cards.
"I don't wanna play anymore..." Rogee puts his legs up onto the bed. He lays back, resting his arms.
"Alright," Lena says. She puts the playing cards into the box and stands up. Pushing in the chair, she turns to face the door.

'Remmeber about opening up about your feelings.' Auippip whispered in her head. She shakes her head.
"Not now Quip..."

"What was that?" Roger asked, looking over from the ceiling to the Lena. She hadn't realize she had been talking aloud.
"I said..." she cleared her throat, biting time tot think. "We can play later. Tomorrow... if you'd like. I know it's pretty boring being in a sub all day without the serotonin from the sun." Lena kept her hands to her side.
"Sero-- what?"
"The chemicals that boost the happiness in humans." Dhe explained. Roger nods and agrees to play again. The two bid each other farewell.

'You should try building stronger relationships with the others. You still have a week or two left on the sub left before help arrives." Quippip suggest. His voice echoed in her head.
"I'm too tired to talk to anyone else." Lena lies, but Quippip caught on.

"You're energy levels are stable. Lonf enough to keep you up for eight hours. You're stress levels aren't on the rise, and you're feeling content. I'd say now is the perfect time to talk to the others while you're in s happy mood!" Quip cheered.
"Yeah, while it lasts... let's just get this over with." Lena walks passed her room and to the kitchen.

*Cyan sat down over at the table, looking down and staying quiet. There was nothing wrong but she didn't feel like interacting right now, so Cyan waited until the meal was ready*

"Natasha what are you making?" Lucielle asks, looking over the pot.
"I wanted to make something pasta related like lagsna but, I ended up making spaghetti instead since it's extremely close to dinner time." Natasha answered, breaking the uncooked noodles in half into the boiling water below. "Hope that's alright."
Lena walks into the kitchen, silently. She was about to take a seat across from Cyan when she heard Lucielle yell out her name. Lena jumped in her seat, and was bombarded with cooking facts from the ten year old. She sat there and listened, slightly regretting that she showed her face at the dinner table.

After about half an hour, the meal had been made. Everyone but Roger, who was still in the medbay, was seated at the table.
"Here you go," Natasha served Cyan and Lucielle their plates. She then placed Lena's in front of her.
"I'm going to see Roger's going to join us. I'll be tight back.." Natasha left the room.

Lucielle dug into her food, and then looked up from it.
"What's got you two so quiet?" Luci asked. She looked from Cyan, then to Lena who was just staring at her food.

*Cyan didn't respond and began eating, though Natasha could see the look in Cyan's eyes that signaled Cyan was about to go into another PTSD Flashback Episode*

Lena's eye turned red. Quippip had scanned Cyan. 'High level of cortisol, adrenaline, and other chemicals are present'. Lena's robotic arm beeped.

At first, Nat looked to her sister. She then glances over to Cyan. She saw the flashback coming.
Lena, before her sister could react, gets up quickly in her chair. She had already assessed the situation.
"Lucielle, we're going to eat with father in the medbay." Lena picks up Lucielle's plate, who was still in the middle of her meal.
"Eh!? Why? That's so random. We're supposed to be eating at the table, not just anywhere. That's against the rules!" Lucielle called after Lena.
"Just come along." Lena takes Lucielle's hand in hers and the two walk off. Lena had left her plate behind, not on accident though.

"Cyan, dear... Are you feeling alright?" Natasha knew what the answer was, but she still bothered to ask it anyway. She was gripping onto the arm of a chair that stood next to her.

*Cyan had no response and ate one more bite, then dropped the fork, standing up and walking over to the couch, laying down and trying to prepare herself for the episode the best she could before she lost control*

Natasha didn't say anything. She just stood at the table, watching helplessly as Cyan laid down on the couch. She knew an episode was coming on no matter what, there was nothing she could do about it.
Nat opens her mouth to speak, but stops herself. She rubs the back of her neck with one hand. She twirled her hair with the other.

Lucielle and Lena came in through the door. They closed it behind them to find Roger had already gone to sleep. Lena tip-toed her way to Roger, trying not to wake him up so suddenly. Her metal hand arm didn't help. The beeping sound from the mechanical device was loud enough to be heard from the across the room.
"Roger..." She whispered. Roger groaned, shooing her away. He grumbled in his sleep, and went back to dreaming of the life he never had. Of course, any normal person would have left him along. However, Lena decided to shake him, calling his name once more.
After a few attempts of waking the groggy ex-solider up-- and telling his child to not touch the various labeled bottles of medicines and cabinets-- Lena finally got him to awaken from slumber.

"Ngh, what do you want?" Roger yawned.

"Cyan's having an episode down the hall."
"Wh-What? An episode?" Roger jumped up a bit. He ran his hand over his face, muttering something in German.

"So, wait, you guys just left her there alone? You know someone has to be with her in case something goes wrong--?"

"Nat is with her. She's monitoring her." Lena took a seat on the chair she sat in before when they played.
"OOOHHH! What does this bottle do?!" Lucielle perked up.

"Lucielle, put that down right now, and don't touch anymore of them." Roger commanded. Lucielle pouted but did as she was told. That didn't stop her from examining the other bottles with her eyes. Just her eyes... For now...

"So," Roger says, still yawning.
"Lemme get this straight: Natasha is with Cyan, and Cyan is having a PTSD episode caused by...?" His words ended with a question. Lena gave him a blank stare.
"I don't know..." Her eye turned red.
"Who was in charge of updating this group's profiles on a regular schedule!? Who was in charge of entering information into the archives-- important information such as Cyan's 'triggers'-- into the data base?" It was Quippip. He had been silent for so long, Roger had forgotten he was apart of Lena until this moment.

Roger's face flustered. "I may have forgot to do that..."

"For several /months/?" Lena raised a brow.
"Look, this isn't the time to grill me about that." Roger rolled his eyes. He grabbed his the breathing mask on the side and turned it on. "She hasn't been showing signs for awhile now anyway. They're all so subtle..."

Lucielle was still looking around. When the adults weren't looking, Lucielle grabbed a bottle and snuck out the door.

*Cyan became stiff and the tears began, but no expression, no noise, no sign on her body of a calling for help. she just laid there motionless while going through the episode, all her PTSD attacks were mostly random unless she saw something very hard on her mental stability. There wasn't any cause or trigger for most of them. Her PTSD Episodes were as random as an undiagnosed seizure*

Natasha slowly walked over the kitchen counter. She turned on the stove's fire underneath the kettle. She then went back to where she stood before. She was waiting for the episode to be over. There wasn't much she could do to help during an episode. Just let it pass and console later.

*Cyan eventaully came out of the episode 20 minutes later, she sat up quick and gasped. Then she looked around and sighed out of relief*

Natasha was sitting across from Cyan. She had her book in her lap but, it looked as if it had not been opened. She was grasping onto the edge of the book lightly. Strands of hair that she had pulled during the episode were slightly sticking to the sides out of the dark waves. Her leg was tapping nervously on the floor.
"Cyan, are you al-alright?" Natasha crosses her leg over the other as she sat. She seemed overwrought.

*Cyan nooded but stayed silend, processing her current surroundings*

Natasha saw her uncertainty of the place. She has seen this before in the past.

"You're in the sub with the Grendall's, my sister and I by the way..." Natasha mentions, looking down at her book, then back up to meet Cyan's.

*Cyan nodded and opened her arms, silently asking Natasha to go over and hug her.*

Natasha walks over and gently wraps her arms around Cyan. She pulls her in for a hug, not wanting to let go.
Her mind was racing a mile per minute with a bunch of questions. They were drowning her jn her head, causing. a slight headache to start up, but she kept focused one person.
"Is there anything I can do to make you feel better-- comfortable-- at the moment...?" Nat sounded worried.

((Btw, I'll post the 16th installment later today when I get home. Just wrapping up some drawings.))

*Cyan shook her head and just kissed Natasha*
"It's over, you don't have to be worried."

"I know it's over, but I'm still going to worry Cy. I love you..." Natasha smiles weakly, drying the tears that sprang from her eyes.

"Just seeing you like that... I hated it back then and still hate it now. Just helplessly standing odd to the side, slowly taking in the realization that you can't protect everyone from everything. Even if it's just flashbacks to worse times, you just can't... It's awful."

"Yeah, you're right, but you know I'm a badass at most times. I'll be fine."

"Badass or not, I'm still going to worry for you..."
"NATASHA! NATASHA! NATASHA!" Lucielle came running into the room, nearly ramming herself into Natasha and Cyan. She stopped toght before them and bounces onto the couch.
"Lucielle, what's the matter?!" There was panic in her voice. She sat up and checked Lucielle. "Are you ol? Did something happen? Why were you screaming my name like that?" She started to inspect Lucielle's arm and legs when Lucielle held up a bottle.
"What does this bottle do?!" Lucielle holds up the bottle to Natasha's face, waiting for an answer. Natasha reads the label and quickly takes it from her.
"Lucielle, this is not a toy! Where did you get this from?"
"The medical bay. I just wanted to see what one of them do? Or what they're about."
"It's morphine. We used it for your father," Natasha explains. "It relieves pain but, it's an opiod. Highly addictive... And fatal...." Natasha's looks at the floor before putting it on the counter.
"Addictive? How can anyone be addictive to medicine?" Luciellle watches Natasha turn around and go back to Cyan.
"You'd be surprised."

*Cyan sighed and held her head*
"Shut up Luci! I just had Episode and now I have a headache, do you always have to yell Natasha's name?"

Lucielle giggles.
"Lucielle, it's not funny! Something serious just happened and Cyan's not feeling well."

"Sorry, esh,"

*She sighed and got up, walking into the couple's bedroom. Laying down on the bed.*

((Please put your next reply in the 16th continuation))

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