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talentedscavengerI'm sorry...did we have plans?
[Rey asked as she stared at Quentin as he stood in front of her place. Her face was flushed and her eyes glazed over. Telltale signs of a fever. There was little color on her cheeks, and it looked as though she hadn't eaten much in a few days. Her mind wasn't firing off at all cylinders, but she had lists--scraps of paper of the things she needed to accomplish. Papers to write. Reading to do--and spells to memorize.
A...a job she may need to go to? No, she didn't have a job right now. Dean Fog told her she didn't have to worry about funds. That wasn't a dream. That felt real.
But that didn't explain why Quentin, sweet and charming (and was he always taller than her?) Quentin was at her door.
Finn had stopped by yesterday to check in on her, even left a small bag of quick meals she could eat, along with a packet or two of cold medication. But, she wasn't sick. She refused to get sick. Getting sick meant Rey could not learn, could not go to work and make a living for herself. If she couldn't make a living for herself, then she would have nothing. She couldn't afford nothing.
Surely--surely the same principle applied at Brakebills. If she couldn't study, then she would be kicked out. The one place she belonged would be ripped out of her grasp.
But that still didn't explain why Quentin was there. Had Finn told him she was sick? Or did he notice that she wasn't as responsive to the notes they passed back and forth to each other?
No, it had to have been Finn. He probably told Quentin to check up on Rey, because the woman was so stubborn about things.]
[Rey asked as she stared at Quentin as he stood in front of her place. Her face was flushed and her eyes glazed over. Telltale signs of a fever. There was little color on her cheeks, and it looked as though she hadn't eaten much in a few days. Her mind wasn't firing off at all cylinders, but she had lists--scraps of paper of the things she needed to accomplish. Papers to write. Reading to do--and spells to memorize.
A...a job she may need to go to? No, she didn't have a job right now. Dean Fog told her she didn't have to worry about funds. That wasn't a dream. That felt real.
But that didn't explain why Quentin, sweet and charming (and was he always taller than her?) Quentin was at her door.
Finn had stopped by yesterday to check in on her, even left a small bag of quick meals she could eat, along with a packet or two of cold medication. But, she wasn't sick. She refused to get sick. Getting sick meant Rey could not learn, could not go to work and make a living for herself. If she couldn't make a living for herself, then she would have nothing. She couldn't afford nothing.
Surely--surely the same principle applied at Brakebills. If she couldn't study, then she would be kicked out. The one place she belonged would be ripped out of her grasp.
But that still didn't explain why Quentin was there. Had Finn told him she was sick? Or did he notice that she wasn't as responsive to the notes they passed back and forth to each other?
No, it had to have been Finn. He probably told Quentin to check up on Rey, because the woman was so stubborn about things.]
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Date: 2022-03-24 08:29 pm (UTC)Was this Quentin's super power? How was this fair that he could be this cute? It's the universe working against her, truly.
Rey tries to screw her courage to the sticking place, tries to think of more reasons to say no, but one little thought creeps into her mind and won't shut up. He's already here, and more importantly he spent money on her. The items he has in his bag cost him money, so she was in his debt...
Damnit. She hated that. Not that he knew of course, but she would pay him back. Rey would find a way to put that money in his pocket, or his wallet--maybe half and half.
Letting out a tired sigh, Rey moved to the side letting the other Magician in.]
You can come in, but I can handle myself. [Look, she's trying to meet him half way here. She wasn't used to being taken care of, and she was going to find her wallet at some point to pay him back for those items.] I'm well enough to study, I haven't passed out. I've been eating and keeping down fluids. [Barely and clearly not enough of either. Underneath her long sleeved shirt, she may have lost a little bit of weight.]
And if I don't study, I'll fall behind. I need to study. [To stay at Brakebills, she nearly says but holds back. Would he understand? Probably not. Probably wouldn't be for the best if he tried to rationalize with her crazy mind right now.
There's an urge to cough, but Rey manages to push that down for now. No! Her body would not betray her like this. She would show Quentin she was fine and he wouldn't have to worry, and he could report back to Finn that she was just fine.
She waited for Quentin to come inside before shutting the door. Her room was nearly the same as he last saw it--papers and books scattered at the foot of her bed. A mug with an old tea bag left to the side, along with an unopened bottle of water.]
You can put your stuff down wherever. [And fuck, was it hot or cold? Was the AC in the magical dorms on the fritz? She couldn't figure out, or rather, she preferred to ignore the fever that was fucking with her.]
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Date: 2022-04-15 10:08 pm (UTC)which he's trying very hard to do right now, so maybe think about letting him do it? maybemaybe?
but … ah, yes, the puppy eyes win again! honestly, he should feel a little worse about implementing such a devastating tactic but as he's sure eliot would say in his defense, there's nothing wrong with doing everything in your power to get what you want and at the very least he isn't doing it for selfish reasons! right? it is very obviously going to be for the greater good if rey lets him take care of her. she'll get better faster, and she'll feel better on top of it all. it's like a no-brainer. win-win situation.
she moves aside to let him in, and he slips by her, immediately angling himself toward the nearest available surface to set down his bag of goodies. cure-all bag of holding? yeah, he's gonna be nerdy about that even in his head, don't mind him. )
'I haven't passed out' doesn't equal 'I'm fine' and you know that. ( he says with a small huff, though there's no heat behind it, or anything indicating he's anything more than concerned for her lack of self-preservation. he turns back to her, reaching out again to press the back of his hand to her forehead. apparently he can't keep from touching her even if she's a walking advertisement for advil cold & sinus. ) How bad is your fever? Have you taken any aspirin?
( fuss, fuss, fuss. fussfuss. quentin fusspot coldwater, at your service. whether you want him to be or not.
don't think for a second he doesn't notice the unopened bottle of water. he stares at it for a second, decides to go over and retrieve it and holds it out in her direction. ) Drink some water, at least … please. I've got something Eliot swears will knock anything out of you but it also probably means you should stay even more hydrated than usual.
( has their resident mixologist made something so strong for him once before that a couple of sips found him loopy? yes. he's just be cautious here.
he tucks a bit of hair behind an ear. ) What kind of soup do you want? I got your tried-and-true chicken noodle, vegetable and just some plain broth if you don't want to chance anything too heavy.
( f u s s f u s s f u s s!!! )
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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.]