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Oh my god you guys The Riz killed Cara what do!?
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Heh, that one looks a bit like a Dalek... man they'd be unstoppable on this thing, unless they were the old ones... I miss non-flying Daleks...

Ema wasn't sure how long she'd been sitting there, looking over at Hayley every so often, waiting for some obvious signal that her condition had changed, whether that be for better or worse. For the first few minutes, she'd outright stared, willing the other girl to get better by sheer mental determination. But it didn't last long, Ema got bored easily at the best of times, and soon she was so restless that she spent the next how ever long it was pacing around, assuring herself it was a patrol, making sure they weren't being snuck up on by someone, maybe the original assailant back to finish what they'd started. But that hadn't lasted terribly long either, and in the end, she settled for leaning against a tree, watching clouds through a small gap in the leafy canopy. Every so often she'd catch sight of a whole individual one, and every so often one of them would actually look like something worth waiting to see. It was a simple pleasure, but it kept Ema content for the third leg of her vigil.

Eventually, she looked down from her Dalek-based observations, to find Hayley's eyes open. She almost didn't notice, to begin with. Being a good few feet away, it was hard to tell the whites of her eyes apart from the pale of her eyelids. But then the girl looked up at her, and Ema could certainly tell the difference between white skin and light brown iris - she'd looked into them enough times to recognise them, after all. Did that mean she was awake? Probably, Ema had never heard of people opening their eyes in the sleep, at least not at complete random, yeah, actually, she was pretty sure some people had a history of it, but it started off early, like in their chi-- Focus, woman. Neither the possible existence of sleeping-with-eyes-open-disorder nor the details of its assumed childhood onset were even remotely important at the moment, and Hayley was awake and not dead and thank fuck she isn't dead.


Ema hurried back to Hayley's side, kneeling close enough to be able to look her in the face and be seen in return comfortably. As if on cue, Hayley proceeded to spit out a mouthful of blood, landing a few inches from Ema's knees; typical Murphy's Law, the one time she doesn't get blood splattered on her is the time it's already there anyway. It probably would've landed right on her leg if she were wearing cleaner cloFOCUS. Ema extracted herself from daydreamy waiting around mode, and tried to pay attention to the now.

"Hey...hey, beautiful."

Oh yeah, being talked to, probably freaking her out by not answering, ought to do something about that. Wait... did she say 'beautiful'? Ema couldn't hold back the satisfied chuckle or grin, it felt nice. It'd been months since anyone had called her that. Cute, adorable, sweet, all the rest of them, they were standard fare, but even her parents had rarely thought to call her beautiful. That said, she didn't have anything much to say in response. Generic mirror response it was, then. "Hey."

"So...tell me, how awful do I look?"

"On a scale of one to Davros? Could be a lot worse. I mean, you can't even try to compare to how bloody I am right now."

And with that, she reached out and wiped away the renewed trail of blood streaming from Hayley's nose with the cuff of her coat, careful not to touch her actual nose too much. The was ruined any way, couldn't hurt to get a bit more blood on it, right? Besides, the thing was black, it wouldn't even notice once it dried, and she could wash the worst of it out next time they came across a river. More importantly, though, the question of the hour;

"What happened to you, anyway?"
Every time you fall asleep you die. Someone else wakes up in your body, thinking they're you.
You are alone and trapped in your own mind, the world around you is your lie.
Soon you will be nothing, you will never again hear sounds, never again see colours, never again be anyone.

Riley Moon appreciates that Action Needs an Audience, but it's hard not to watch. Hair Status: Bubblegum Pink
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