[It does equal I'm fine, if I say it does!, Rey wanted to snap, but instead she took a deep breath to calm her nerves.]
It equals to me being alive. [Rey protested, watching Quentin set his things down and wondering what else he's brought with him. A sense of dread began to fill her, wondering how much money he spent on her. The dread makes her stomach upset, adding to her crappy state of being. Which wasn't his fault, but still, he didn't have to do any of this for her. She wasn't that weak.
And wait, why was his hand on her forehead? And why did it feel so cool to the touch? Yup, she was burning up, but denying it completely. Perhaps she needed to be dunked into the Nile to cool down.] My fever isn't bad. [Which wasn't exactly a lie since she didn't have a thermometer to check. She's had to deal with worse, and as long as she wasn't coughing up a lung or too tired to move, she was within the boundaries of 'okay.'] If it were bad, I would've taken something for it. [Dear lord, stubborn as a mule.
But seriously, medication also costs money. Did he forget that?
There's a huff, watching him move about her dorm like a busy bee. He offers her the water bottle she had been ignoring and she takes it, but doesn't twist off the cap right away. Rey's glassy stare is on Quentin and wondering just what kind of concoction Eliot has made. Because Eliot would know that she's sick, because Quentin told Eliot everything.
Not that it was a bad thing. Rey told Finn practically everything, but still, Eliot didn't need to know the status of her health!]
You didn't have to tell Eliot.. [Rey began, finally twisting the cap off of her water and taking a quick swig of it. Though she nearly spat it out when Quentin rattled off the number of soups he brought her. Now her head was starting to spin as she tried to do math in her head.]
Quentin, why did you bring so much? [God, he spent too much on her. She wasn't worth it. The damn cold wasn't worth it. Anxiety and frustration started to make their appearance. Rey tried to clamp down on both, biting the inside of her cheek in an attempt to help her remain calm.] I would've been fine with one or nothing. I... [She wanted to tug at her hair, but fought against the urge. Rather, she took another deep breath and pulled away from him in favor of searching for her wallet.]
How much do I owe you? [Because damnit, she was not a charity case!
Rey managed to make it over to her nightstand by her bed, pulling on the drawer to open it and reach for her small wallet.]
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Date: 2022-04-16 06:13 pm (UTC)It equals to me being alive. [Rey protested, watching Quentin set his things down and wondering what else he's brought with him. A sense of dread began to fill her, wondering how much money he spent on her. The dread makes her stomach upset, adding to her crappy state of being. Which wasn't his fault, but still, he didn't have to do any of this for her. She wasn't that weak.
And wait, why was his hand on her forehead? And why did it feel so cool to the touch? Yup, she was burning up, but denying it completely. Perhaps she needed to be dunked into the Nile to cool down.] My fever isn't bad. [Which wasn't exactly a lie since she didn't have a thermometer to check. She's had to deal with worse, and as long as she wasn't coughing up a lung or too tired to move, she was within the boundaries of 'okay.'] If it were bad, I would've taken something for it. [Dear lord, stubborn as a mule.
But seriously, medication also costs money. Did he forget that?
There's a huff, watching him move about her dorm like a busy bee. He offers her the water bottle she had been ignoring and she takes it, but doesn't twist off the cap right away. Rey's glassy stare is on Quentin and wondering just what kind of concoction Eliot has made. Because Eliot would know that she's sick, because Quentin told Eliot everything.
Not that it was a bad thing. Rey told Finn practically everything, but still, Eliot didn't need to know the status of her health!]
You didn't have to tell Eliot.. [Rey began, finally twisting the cap off of her water and taking a quick swig of it. Though she nearly spat it out when Quentin rattled off the number of soups he brought her. Now her head was starting to spin as she tried to do math in her head.]
Quentin, why did you bring so much? [God, he spent too much on her. She wasn't worth it. The damn cold wasn't worth it. Anxiety and frustration started to make their appearance. Rey tried to clamp down on both, biting the inside of her cheek in an attempt to help her remain calm.] I would've been fine with one or nothing. I... [She wanted to tug at her hair, but fought against the urge. Rather, she took another deep breath and pulled away from him in favor of searching for her wallet.]
How much do I owe you? [Because damnit, she was not a charity case!
Rey managed to make it over to her nightstand by her bed, pulling on the drawer to open it and reach for her small wallet.]