Bad Luck: Bruised, Battered and Annoyed (OPEN)

[Adaryn Breslin]

Adaryn didn't take long, since she always knew where the gauze was in her bedroom. It was in her desk, third drawer down on the left side. She kept her medical supplies in there for easy accessibility. There was some Ibuprofen in her drawer for whenever she felt really poor. Her father had taken her, quite reluctantly, to the doctor on a Saturday morning and they prescribed it to her. The bruising on her ribs were going away, so she really didn't need them anymore. She didn't want to take the whole bottle in fear of being caught and accused of 'drug dealing', so she stuck a few in a little plastic bag, only actually intending to give him one. She grabbed a water bottle, stuffed the pill bag in her pocket, grabbed the gauze and went on her way.

The walk back to the room was quick, and she knocked on the door only because she wanted to let him know she was coming in. It was a habit, really. Her dad used to make her stand against the wall and stand on her tiptoes for five minutes every single time she didn't knock, so it definitely stuck.

"Well, don't you look like a ray of sunshine." Adaryn smiled lightly, but she didn't really know how he would react. She could see the annoyance and shame surrounding him, as if he didn't want her here, maybe? Addie bit her lip.

"I, uh, brought you some ibuprofen for your ankle and then the gauze. I had an ankle brace but, as you can see," She picked up her leg and pointed to her ankle, "It would be way too small for you."

She moved over to the side of his bed, pulling out the water bottle and a single pill. "Here, they are prescription a bit stronger than normal, like 400mg, so it should kill the pain quickly. I'll get to wrapping your ankle up." She handed him the pill and water and moved over to the lower half of his bed, pulled out the gauze, and started wrapping it gently.

[Thomas "Monroe" Montgomery]

"Ray of sunshine? Wow, and I was going for stormy rain cloud." Monroe said before shaking his head at how lame his comment was. "Man, sorry. It's the ankle." And then a lame excuse... "I was just hoping that the ceiling doesn't cave in on my head. It seems like a reasonable fear after today."

When she started wrapping his ankle, he swallowed the pill with the water, eager for the pain to be gone. "Should I ask why you have 400 mg ibuprofen or...?" He winced as she wrapped his ankle.

[Adaryn Breslin]

"I'm sure it is the ankle talking," Adaryn giggled lightly. She had a feeling that Monroe only said that to cover up his lack of jokes. She found it funny, though. It was pretty cheesy, and it was nice to know, though sarcastic, he was joking. Most people just sat there and cursed, from what she experienced.

"Bruised ribs," She said simply, not even thinking anything of it. That in itself was shocking, because she normally would try to come up with any kind of excuse, but would he really question it? What happened seemed like a reasonable question, and she could simply say she crashed into someone while running and she wasn't paying attention, which was entirely true. Just not... the whole truth.

She finished wrapping the ankle tightly, but gently, and sat on the edge of the bed. "So you going to tell me exactly how it happened?"

[Thomas "Monroe" Montgomery]

"Yeah, I usually don't make dumb jokes. Or really make jokes at all actually..." Monroe trailed off. He set the water bottle on his nightstand and watched as Adaryn wrapped his foot up. "Man, bruised ribs? Talk about damage! That sounds way more badass than my sprained ankle." He gestured to the ankle she was fixing up. "And you're a pro at this. Have you thought about going into nursing?" It was half a joke.

He wasn't aware of how she could possibly have bruised her ribs, but he mostly just wanted to keep the conversation going to keep his attention off of his throbbing ankle.

[Adaryn Breslin]

"Nursing? I can barely manage my emotions as it is, let alone a bunch of people sick and in pain. That would be like putting me in the front lines of a war," Adaryn's words were harsher than intended, but mainly because there was some bitterness behind that. She had aspirations and dreams once too. Nursing was something she had considered at one point in time, just like every other girl, and even though it may not have worked out for her even if she didn't have this power, now Addie would never know, would she? Her sick--

Adaryn stopped herself from thinking about it, realizing that if she let it go on for much longer, she would probably be incredibly annoyed. The girl took a deep breath and shoved the growing annoyance down without any second thoughts.

"Sorry, got a bit carried away there. Didn't mean to snap, it's just difficult seeing a friend in pain is all. Plus your annoyance is floating around too. And before you feel bad about it, don't."

Addie gave him a small smile, hoping it would compensate for what she had just done. Obviously it wasn't nearly enough in her eyes, but maybe in his it would be? "And if you do, I'll know. Then I may have to work my magic and make you happy again." If Adaryn was anything, she liked to say she was a good friend, always trying to make her friends happy in any way she could. It wouldn't always work, but at least she tried, right?

[Thomas "Monroe" Montgomery]

"It was just a suggestion," Monroe told her, putting up a hand. "I just meant...that you were caring, you know? Like you rushed to my room and you have gauze on hand and...ah, never mind." It was meant as a compliment but she'd promptly turned it into an insult. He didn't know how to feel about that. "I didn't mean to bring up your power again, I suppose that would be hard." Sure, he knew what it was like to dislike your power, but it almost seemed as if like Sebastian's power, Adaryn's power was harmful to who she was as a person. Being meta-human was not something any of them signed up for.

"Don't worry about it," he simply said with a shrug. Although she had called him a friend and that made his lips twitch into a smile. He hadn't expected that from her, especially after the awkward terms in which they met. It was nice to hear. "Ah, so we're friends, are we?"

He looked down at the finished job of his ankle. "Thanks." The more he talked, the more he found that he seemed sort of groggy, like everything around him was sort of blurred.

[Adaryn Breslin]

She cringed as he spoke, attempting to defend himself. She didn't mean for it to sound so rough and cols, it's just... well, it just hit a nerve. "Yeah, I know. I'm sorry. It's just... wishes that can never come true. And about the gauze, you'll never find me without it. I'm pretty clutzy, myself."

"I'd like to think so, Monroe." She could practically hear the smile on his lips, and his voice almost sounded slightly... drawn out, as if he were getting tired. She blamed that on the medication, she supposed. The high dosage may have been a bit too much for him. Shit. If she got him high...


Well, she could take it to be a good thing, at least. Monroe needed sleep desperately. That much was known from the bags under his eyes at all times. Being a dreamwalker would be awful, she supposed. Especially the way Adaryn is, it would probably be even more traumatic than her own power. People can have some pretty... nasty dreams. A chill ran down Addie's back as she tried to shove the thought to the back of her mind.

After she finished with his ankle, she could fully see the effect that the medicine had on
Monroe. He just looked... off. If Adaryn could tell that with the minimal times she had met him, then that was saying something.

"Hey..." She asked quietly, "You okay?"

[Thomas "Monroe" Montgomery]

"Well, I'm coming to you whenever I get injured then," Monroe told her with a grin. "Although hopefully I don't have this bad of luck again any time soon." He smiled at her, the grin widening when she confirmed that she thought of them as friends. "Good. I'm glad. That's awesome." He was becoming rambly now, saying more than what was normal for him and in really weird speech patterns too.

"I'm fine," he replied with a shrug. He felt light and airy and like he could just lay his head back and drift into sleep and not fall into a nightmare or a dream of someone who obviously didn't want him interrupting. "I'm just glad we're friends. I didn't think I had a chance after intruding in on your personal life. People usually shut me out after that because I know too much about them, but it's not like it's my fault, you know?" The words were pouring from his mouth and he didn't care, he didn't care that he was actually revealing how he felt. "I wanted to know you even if you didn't want me to. Other peoples' dreams...they affect me because it's like it was my dream too. And I don't want you to be alone with that dream." He looked at her, droopy eyes settling on hers.

[Adaryn Breslin]

He was definitely high, or something. His voice was just... off in tone and he was speaking more than she had ever heard him speak before. He was talking about how he would go to her whenever he got injured, and she silently hoped it wouldn't be often at all. She didn't want to have to see him in pain like he was early. And then, to her horror, it got personal.

"Monroe..." She gave off a nervous laugh, brushing off his words as nothing more than the medicine talking. It had to be. Nobody could want to be her friend after seeing that dream. "I'm really nothing special. And if you really did know me, then you'd probably run faster than I could blink." Granted, he actually sought her out to speak to her after seeing the dream that he had.

She tried not to look at him in that moment. His eyes were trained on her, the dark orbs glazed over, but he was being honest. She could feel it. Not physically, but she could just tell he was being genuine. And that killed her. What would happen after he got over the medication? Would he regret everything he said? Would he be awkward again?

Adaryn stood up suddenly, and moved to the nightstand beside his bed where she left her bag. "I, uh, I'll let you sleep off the effects of the medicine. You deserve it. The sleep, I mean." She stood there beside his bed for a moment, searching through the items in her bag to make sure everything was there.

Honestly, Addie didn't want to go. She wanted to get away from herself, and even though she was grateful for the small distraction, she didn't know if she could be of anymore use. Adaryn grabbed her bag after everything had been deemed present, and turned to leave.

OOC: He can't let her leave! Dx

[Thomas "Monroe" Montgomery]

"But I know you. I mean, I do a little. I know things haven't always been okay. I know what little your dream gave me and I haven't started running. It just drew me to you. And I know you don't like to talk about it because you shut down the conversation immediately when I first sought you out, but I'm not going anywhere," Monroe rambled once more. He wouldn't normally be saying any of this, for a fear of crossing boundaries or upsetting her. He had a firm rule about not pushing things with people and not getting involved in their business when they didn't want you to, but the medicine had lifted all of that from his mind.

"It's been a long time since I've slept really well," he said in response, not quite catching what she meant until she got up and began packing up her things. "Why are you leaving? The ceiling might cave in while I'm sleeping. You should stay and make sure it doesn't." He had no idea how he was coming off in his state, but later he'd probably be embarrassed about it.

[Adaryn Breslin]

No, they haven't been okay. They haven't been okay ever since she tried getting that kid to kill her only a few weeks ago. They haven't been okay ever since Dr. Neville voiced her desire to die out loud. She had never spoken those words; she had only ever thought of them. If Adaryn had ever thought the thought of suicide was scary, then the words were mortifying. She wanted to run the minute she heard them. Thank god Monroe really didn't know much about that, though. If he had, well, she didn't want to know what Monroe would think of her.

"I can tell," Addie attempted to smile at him, but at this point, she felt really uncomfortable. She didn't want to leave, but she did. It was a weird feeling. It wasn't like Monroe was capable of hurting her at the moment. He was drugged up, his words were coming out sappy and sentimental, and he had a hurt ankle.

There was also... desire bubbling up inside her. No, not desire as in she wanted to, as one of her friend's called it, 'doing the do', but she wanted to be close to Monroe. He had saved her. God only knows where she would be if he hadn't been there for her in that dream. Sure, she was startled by the end of it, but she felt strong for once in her life. That, and she really needed a hug.

It was an odd feeling, since Adaryn hated being touched in any way. She always shied away from it. But here she was, the thought of hugging Monroe while he laid in bed, rambling on and on about ceiling tiles. "I'm barely over 100 pounds and am only 5'3", Monroe. I don't think I would do any good in saving you from falling ceiling tiles..." She spoke softly, but placed herself on the edge of his bed. "I really am pretty useless right about now. Don't feel obliged to ask me to stay just because I wrapped up your ankle for you."

[Thomas "Monroe" Montgomery]

"So? I'm not of much use right now to save myself and at least I'd have a watchful eye to let me know if the ceiling starts cracking," Monroe mused in his medicated state. "So, what do you say? Will you keep me company?" His bed wasn't much, a twin bed, and he didn't really have much of anywhere for Addie to sit except for his desk chair which wasn't very comfortable and so he slightly shifted himself, careful about his ankle and patted at a spot near him. "I don't feel obliged to ask you to stay. I want you to stay. Is that so hard to believe? I like having you around. You're the one who always seems as if you're running away. Sure, you came to wrap up my ankle, but you were about to run off already. And didn't you text me to ask to hang out? Well...let's hang out." He shrugged his shoulders, leaning back and sinking into his pillows.

He was only half aware of what he was saying, but all he knew was that he wanted Adaryn to stay.

[Adaryn Breslin]

She stared at the spot that he made for her with an obvious blush. Honestly, she didn't know what to do. Adaryn could leave and then feel bad about it later, which was what she would have done in the first place, or she could sit beside him and talk until he fell asleep. But that would mean she would have to sit up right next to Monroe. It was so close, it could probably be deemed against the rules to sit there. The only room she had would be to lay on her side against Monroe. "I... It's awfully close and I don't want to--"

Adaryn cut herself off there and thought. She thought about the fact that she needed someone, desperately, to just be there for her. Not to ask questions. Not to ask what she was doing. Monroe was offering just that: to be there for her. He hadn't asked her about her bruised ribs at all, and even if she did take the offer, would he even remember it? He was highly medicated, anyway. Maybe just for a few hours she could be bold... Maybe she could...

"I, uh, um...Okay..." She whispered. With slow, sluggish, and careful movements, she adjusted and laid beside him. Her head reached his chest, so she had to look up at him to make eye contact. That is, if she ever did make eye contact, which didn't seem likely as she tried to adjust to being 'bold'. "I don't mean to run... I just... people don't like me much so Im usually brushed off...Sorry..."

[Thomas "Monroe" Montgomery]

Monroe found himself rolling his eyes. "I'm not asking you to sit on my lap, just to make yourself comfortable," he told her, patting the spot again, urging her to sit down. He wasn't ever like this, he wasn't pushy, but then again, he was medicated and it had been a very long day. He shrugged. "It's truly not a big deal."

He smiled to himself when she finally made her way over and laid down on her side next to him. He looked down at her, at how awkward she looked trying to adjust herself to not be too close, but still be comfortable on the bed.

"You don't know that...I mean, maybe you're just running away from everyone...even those who do want to get to know you," he mused. "Don't apologize, just don't run." She looked so stiff lying there like that. It made him laugh, really laugh and it wasn't something he would normally do, but for some reason it was so funny.

After a moment, he apologized. "Sorry...just...you don't have to look like you're laying next to a porcupine," he told her, chuckles still escaping his lips. "I know there's not a lot of room, but I make a pretty good pillow."

[Adaryn Breslin]

"Because getting to know me is dangerous, Monroe." Adaryn was so deathly afraid of hurting those around her because of her lack of control. She could say it only happened with her sister, but it didn't. It happened a month ago when she manipulated a boy into hurting her. Speaking of, her ribs were beginning to hurt at the stiff way she was laying down. If this were going to work, she would have to get comfortable, and right now, she was far from it.

"Running is all I know, and laying next to guys is something I have never done in my life, so if I'm a little stiff, that's why." Her words were sarcastic and forced, but she did adjust once again, blaming it only because of her aching sides. Her arm wrapped around his waist while her head rested against his chest. Still, she was uncomfortable, but not in the way that she once was. It was because she was this close to a boy who, since the beginning, she found attractive. It was odd.

"I'm just... i don't know how to do this... And i'm really, really sorry, Monroe. You sound really high..."