Saturday morning

[firm_detective]

It's the morning after the visit from B, about thirty-six hours after he lost consciousness in one of the kitchens, and L is still in bed.

At the moment, he is awake, sipping a cup of tea, trying to think past his fever. A few books (Du côté de chez Swann and Gravity's Rainbow) sit neglected on the nightstand.

There is a knock at the door.

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[firm-detective.livejournal.com]

*He clings to the wall, careful to support his balance, and touches the water with his hand.*

Yes, it is fine.

*He pushes down his boxers and, in stages, eases into the bath. The lukewarm water is comfortable, though the hardness of the bathtub is not, and he rests the back of his head against the wall.*

*Eventually, he slides downwards and submerges his hair.*

I want to wash my hair -- would you hand me the shampoo?

[misamisal.livejournal.com]

::takes the shampoo in her hands:: May I do it?

[firm-detective.livejournal.com]

*He tries to smile at her, a little.*

I wish you would, honestly. I don't think I have the energy.

[misamisal.livejournal.com]

::she smiles softly, happy to help in anyway::

Of course. ::she kneels next to the tub and reaches into his hair, gently massasing his scalp and the hair::

Let me know if it's too rough or something hurts. I'm sorry if it happens.

[firm-detective.livejournal.com]

*It's very soothing, and he misses her touch. His eyes are closed, and his face looks peaceful.*

No... it's good.
The fever has made my head hurt.

[misamisal.livejournal.com]

::she smiles at the fact that it's comforting, but her expression turns a bit sad at the fact that his head hurts::

I'm sorry. Fevers are so troublesome. ::she laughs slightly after a pause:: I remember once when I was 15, I didn't feel well, so i took a nap. I woke up some time later with a rather high fever. I remember laying in bed, staring at the ceiling because I could see instant messages, like on the computer, floating around my room over my head, and a voice was coming from each one. One of them was a mans voice with a phony british accent. Suddenly, I realized I wasn't dreaming and I was actually awake, so I got up and took some medicine. ::she chuckles a little more at the memory::

[firm-detective.livejournal.com]

*He narrows his eyes, leaning his head back to rest in her hands.*

That is... peculiar. You must have been half-asleep.

Have I been delirious, since the other night? Did I say anything?

[misamisal.livejournal.com]

::she shakes her head:: No, I don't think so. You did say something about being visited by a B, however. I assumed it must have been the one who carried you back here, or the Beyond witht he striped shirt. He was in the kitchen when you collapsed and was very worried.

[firm-detective.livejournal.com]

*He frowns.*

Last night. The one who carried me back, but... I don't remember much about his visit. If he hadn't run the bathwater, I would think it had been a dream.