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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: 2022-04-16 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.]