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In Sickness and In Sadness - Cameron Gillenwater - November 8, 2020
November 10th, 1890 — Hogwarts Corridors
He hadn't talked to Sloane about his argument (and presumably the end of his friendship) with Alice, but between her illness and her fragile emotional state he found no reason to push the matter. He assumed he would find out in due time; either he would break down and tell her or Alice would. Either way, now as the time for recovery.
"The nurse says you have to take these potions twice a day," he said, looking at the small, pre-prepared containers that Sloane had been sent back to Gryffindor tower with. He'd pushed his dreams of being a healer to the back of his mind (there was no point in pursuing them without Alice given that she'd been the only one able to successfully guide him in the right direction), but he still stared at bottle's label with curiosity. "No quidditch practice, either. I'll kick you out if you show up. You're going to need another blanket, too. It's too cold to just have this." He held up her blanket, which he'd volunteered to carry back up to the tower.
(Was he being a little overbearing? Maybe. But he never, ever, ever wanted to see her looking so sick again.)
RE: In Sickness and In Sadness - Sloane Bixby - November 9, 2020
Sloane felt marginally better than she had two days ago and much better than last week, but she still felt incredibly weak and tired. The exhaustion was bone deep and she might need to take a nap just from this walk back to the common room. Curling up on one of the plush sofas with Splash and Cam nearby was also a good possibility.
Wally had owled home and told her mother and the worried letters had come flooding in. Between that and Cam, she wasn't honestly sure who would make her lose her marbles first. It was endearing to say the least, but he was out of sorts, she could tell, and she wasn't exactly sure why.
She was already embarrassed about him carrying what was essentially her baby blanket and pillow from her room, so she just cast him a look. "Yes mom." She teased lightly, breathlessly. It took so little for her to get winded right now. "And that's more for comfort than warmth." And now it would smell a little like him, which was delightful. The next look she gave him this time dared him to say anything about it.
They hadn't made it too far from the hospital wing when she got a little woozy and she reached out to him for support, propriety be damned for the moment. "I just need to slow down." Or maybe stop and rest for a minute. This was going to be a long walk.
Wally had owled home and told her mother and the worried letters had come flooding in. Between that and Cam, she wasn't honestly sure who would make her lose her marbles first. It was endearing to say the least, but he was out of sorts, she could tell, and she wasn't exactly sure why.
She was already embarrassed about him carrying what was essentially her baby blanket and pillow from her room, so she just cast him a look. "Yes mom." She teased lightly, breathlessly. It took so little for her to get winded right now. "And that's more for comfort than warmth." And now it would smell a little like him, which was delightful. The next look she gave him this time dared him to say anything about it.
They hadn't made it too far from the hospital wing when she got a little woozy and she reached out to him for support, propriety be damned for the moment. "I just need to slow down." Or maybe stop and rest for a minute. This was going to be a long walk.
RE: In Sickness and In Sadness - Cameron Gillenwater - November 9, 2020
He stopped in place as she teased him and managed a smile. Okay, maybe he had been a bit smothering with her lately. In the years past she might have pushed him away or told him to back off, that she was capable of doing everything by herself. Now that she'd given him an inch, he'd taken the whole mile; Alice might have been an expert planner, but he would have mapped out her entire recovery period if she'd allowed him. Anything to give him the illusion that they could control this mess.
"Mm, that explains it," he replied, giving the blanket a small, teasing shake before tucking it under his arm to put his attention back on the potions bottle. The nurse had hand-written the potential side-effects: drowsiness, loss of balance, and, in severe cases... breathing out entire gusts of wind. He might have chuckled if not for his initial concern; anything to get her breathing properly, he supposed.
She would need the medicine, too. She might have been good enough to return back to her dorm, but it was clear that she wasn't yet better. His brows creased in concern as she stumbled he snaked his arm under her arm and placed a hand on her back. It wasn't proper, but it wasn't technically improper given her current condition. "Of course. Do you need to sit?" There wasn't a bench anywhere nearby, but he was certain he could get her to one if she really needed it.
"Mm, that explains it," he replied, giving the blanket a small, teasing shake before tucking it under his arm to put his attention back on the potions bottle. The nurse had hand-written the potential side-effects: drowsiness, loss of balance, and, in severe cases... breathing out entire gusts of wind. He might have chuckled if not for his initial concern; anything to get her breathing properly, he supposed.
She would need the medicine, too. She might have been good enough to return back to her dorm, but it was clear that she wasn't yet better. His brows creased in concern as she stumbled he snaked his arm under her arm and placed a hand on her back. It wasn't proper, but it wasn't technically improper given her current condition. "Of course. Do you need to sit?" There wasn't a bench anywhere nearby, but he was certain he could get her to one if she really needed it.
RE: In Sickness and In Sadness - Sloane Bixby - November 9, 2020
In another frame of mind, she would have taken a bit more pleasure at the close contact, but right now all she had in her was to be thankful for his support. He'd been there every day, more than once, most of the time while she slept and here he was practically carrying her ass back to the common room.
"No, I'll be okay if we just go slow." He seemed to forget that his legs were twice as long as hers and she had to scurry to keep up. Normally it wasn't a problem, she moved twice as fast as most people, but it was going to take a while for her to get there again. "Hey Cam?" Sloane paused for a second to look up at him. "Thanks for... well everything I guess." She chuckled quietly, unable to quite articulate what she wanted to, but that pretty much summed it up. Sloane was thankful for his constant presence in the infirmary, for bringing her things to read and do, for worrying about her and checking up on her, for walking her back now. He'd been really good to her over the last week and she'd have to figure out a way to make it up to him later.
"No, I'll be okay if we just go slow." He seemed to forget that his legs were twice as long as hers and she had to scurry to keep up. Normally it wasn't a problem, she moved twice as fast as most people, but it was going to take a while for her to get there again. "Hey Cam?" Sloane paused for a second to look up at him. "Thanks for... well everything I guess." She chuckled quietly, unable to quite articulate what she wanted to, but that pretty much summed it up. Sloane was thankful for his constant presence in the infirmary, for bringing her things to read and do, for worrying about her and checking up on her, for walking her back now. He'd been really good to her over the last week and she'd have to figure out a way to make it up to him later.
RE: In Sickness and In Sadness - Cameron Gillenwater - November 9, 2020
Just go slow. He could do that. His eyes dropped down to her feet and he tried to match her steps, briefly considering teasing her about her height and short legs. Teasing her was an easy way to distract himself from the fact that she was one bad night away from winding up back in the hospital wing, but in his heart he knew he couldn't. His focus was on every step and every rise and fall of her chest. Merlin, he even kept an eye on the distance between them and the hospital wing at the end of the corridor behind them in case he had to turn her right around.
She stopped walking and looked up at him, prompting him to look down at her with raised brows. He was prepared to call the nurse again, help her sit down, or find her something to drink, but then she thanked him and he felt the tension in his chest melt away.
The corner of his lips tugged up into a half-smile. "No need to thank me. What are friends for?" he said with a wink. In fact, he ought to thank her for putting up with him and his fretting over the past few days. He knew that if he'd been in her place, he would have found himself annoying (although he doubted he would've felt the same if she'd been the one fretting over him).
She stopped walking and looked up at him, prompting him to look down at her with raised brows. He was prepared to call the nurse again, help her sit down, or find her something to drink, but then she thanked him and he felt the tension in his chest melt away.
The corner of his lips tugged up into a half-smile. "No need to thank me. What are friends for?" he said with a wink. In fact, he ought to thank her for putting up with him and his fretting over the past few days. He knew that if he'd been in her place, he would have found himself annoying (although he doubted he would've felt the same if she'd been the one fretting over him).
RE: In Sickness and In Sadness - Sloane Bixby - November 9, 2020
Friends. Sloane snorted and rolled her eyes a little, starting their shuffling pace forward again. Taking a slow breath, she thought for what had to be the thousandth time in the last week how much she hated this. She felt like a idiot too, because it was her own fault. Letting the discussion with Alice (it couldn't really be called an argument) get to her that much. While obviously she cared about what Alice thought about her, it didn't change anything in reality. Did she want her friends to understand where she was coming from? Absolutely. Was she going to argue until she was blue in the face to get here? Absolutely not.
Still, she smiled knowingly to herself. Friends indeed. They made some good progress toward the tower before her legs started to feel a little too heavy. Fortunately they'd reached the bottom of a staircase and she was able to sink down on one of the bottom most steps. "Okay, maybe a little break." Her breathing was labored now, shallow and she fought through a short coughing spell.
"I hate this." She lamented as she slumped forward, elbows on her knees, trying to recover a normal breathing rhythm.
Still, she smiled knowingly to herself. Friends indeed. They made some good progress toward the tower before her legs started to feel a little too heavy. Fortunately they'd reached the bottom of a staircase and she was able to sink down on one of the bottom most steps. "Okay, maybe a little break." Her breathing was labored now, shallow and she fought through a short coughing spell.
"I hate this." She lamented as she slumped forward, elbows on her knees, trying to recover a normal breathing rhythm.
RE: In Sickness and In Sadness - Cameron Gillenwater - November 9, 2020
Their little shuffle down the corridor lasted longer than Cameron felt was good. Sloane knew what was good for herself, but Cameron knew how stubborn she could be and hoped she wasn't pushing herself too hard for the sake of appearances. Fortunately she stopped them at the stairwell just before he was about to insist they take a break. (The last thing he needed was having to carry her upstairs mid-coughing fit and attract the attention of every person and portrait in their path.)
Cameron found a seat beside her and began rubbing her back as she coughed. "I hate seeing you like this," he replied. He'd worried so much over the past few days that he probably had permanent frown lines now. She'd gotten sick over the summer, but it had never been this bad—and that was after she'd taken a dip into the Black Lake. "What would make you feel better? If you could have anything, I mean." He could do certain things: chocolate, tea, extra blankets. Hell, he could even pimp out her homework to whoever was willing to do it in return for a favor. Unfortunately, he knew deep in his heart that she was going to have to get over this the hard way: with time.
Cameron found a seat beside her and began rubbing her back as she coughed. "I hate seeing you like this," he replied. He'd worried so much over the past few days that he probably had permanent frown lines now. She'd gotten sick over the summer, but it had never been this bad—and that was after she'd taken a dip into the Black Lake. "What would make you feel better? If you could have anything, I mean." He could do certain things: chocolate, tea, extra blankets. Hell, he could even pimp out her homework to whoever was willing to do it in return for a favor. Unfortunately, he knew deep in his heart that she was going to have to get over this the hard way: with time.
RE: In Sickness and In Sadness - Sloane Bixby - November 9, 2020
Sloane could only imagine what it was like to watch somebody go through this. Probably just as miserable, knowing there was nothing to be done but give it time. She was feeling better, it just didn't show. A week ago she wasn't so sure she'd ever breath properly again, but at least now she could walk down the hall, slowly and with help, without too much fuss. (It certainly looked otherwise, and she did appreciate his help, but she didn't need him to hold her up.)
Sighing softly, she chuckled to herself without incident, taking another deep breath. If she were being honest, what she wanted, she couldn't have and so she wouldn't say it aloud, and all she could come up with an alternative that was almost as out of reach, but it was a nice thought. "I miss Cook's vegetable soup." Their cook had perfected her Nan's vegetable soup recipe over the years and Sloane had always been made some when she was ill. Right about now it would hit the spot. She hadn't had much of an appetite over the last couple of weeks but it was slowly coming back. Soup would be a good place to start.
"A nap in my own bed would also be delightful. I drank all of the tea Sisse brought me." She'd missed her bed too. The four-poster in her dorm was almost more her bed than the one at home. Sloane swore the house elves worked some kind of magic on the mattresses so they were always perfect. Tea had been good too, helped soothe her raw throat after all of the coughing. Her friends had been very good to her during her stint in the hospital wing and she and Sisse were tentatively on good terms again, but she'd forgotten to tell him that...
Sighing softly, she chuckled to herself without incident, taking another deep breath. If she were being honest, what she wanted, she couldn't have and so she wouldn't say it aloud, and all she could come up with an alternative that was almost as out of reach, but it was a nice thought. "I miss Cook's vegetable soup." Their cook had perfected her Nan's vegetable soup recipe over the years and Sloane had always been made some when she was ill. Right about now it would hit the spot. She hadn't had much of an appetite over the last couple of weeks but it was slowly coming back. Soup would be a good place to start.
"A nap in my own bed would also be delightful. I drank all of the tea Sisse brought me." She'd missed her bed too. The four-poster in her dorm was almost more her bed than the one at home. Sloane swore the house elves worked some kind of magic on the mattresses so they were always perfect. Tea had been good too, helped soothe her raw throat after all of the coughing. Her friends had been very good to her during her stint in the hospital wing and she and Sisse were tentatively on good terms again, but she'd forgotten to tell him that...
RE: In Sickness and In Sadness - Cameron Gillenwater - November 10, 2020
Cook's vegetable soup was likely something out of his reach, but he would make a mental note to bribe the house elves to add soup to her plate whenever she decided she was well enough to eat with everyone in the Great Hall. Letting her nap was something he could do—but likely not without constantly bugging Alcyone or Maddy to check on her throughout the nice. It wasn't like he could ask Alice or Sisse... Wait.
"Sisse brought you tea?" he asked, his eyes widening ever so slightly. Only a few days ago he'd confronted Alice about Sisse's potential crush on him, and that conversation had turned disastrous. Of course, he didn't care that Sisse liked him, not really. He was more worried about how the argument between the girls had affected Sloane's state of mind. But now that he'd approached Alice with his suspicions... well, it wasn't unlikely that Sisse would hear about it. "I thought you two weren't talking."
"Sisse brought you tea?" he asked, his eyes widening ever so slightly. Only a few days ago he'd confronted Alice about Sisse's potential crush on him, and that conversation had turned disastrous. Of course, he didn't care that Sisse liked him, not really. He was more worried about how the argument between the girls had affected Sloane's state of mind. But now that he'd approached Alice with his suspicions... well, it wasn't unlikely that Sisse would hear about it. "I thought you two weren't talking."
RE: In Sickness and In Sadness - Sloane Bixby - November 10, 2020
Looking up at him almost sheepishly, Sloane had sworn she was going to mention it purposefully before this, but it had kind of slipped her mind amidst the napping and chatting and more napping. Honestly she'd been asleep more often than not last week. She could hardly be held accountable for much of anything right now.
"She stopped by a few days ago with tea." A good friend even if they hadn't been speaking at the time. "We had one of those girl moments and I think we came to some sort of understanding about what happened and may be moving past it?" Sloane was hopeful they would be able to go back to the way things were, or close. She could make some concessions; pay attention to the dumb boy discussions, try to be a little more in tune to her roommates, but she had laid it out that she wasn't going to share anything she didn't want to, until she was ready. Clearly things wouldn't be quite the same as they had been before everything happened, but maybe they'd be better friends because of it. Sloane had certainly learned her lesson.
Standing again, she decided she'd much rather have this discussion tucked away in the corner of the common room and so motioned up the stairs with her head. Her legs felt better and she could breathe alright, she could make it up to the tower from here without another stop. She would. No need to wuss out now.
"She stopped by a few days ago with tea." A good friend even if they hadn't been speaking at the time. "We had one of those girl moments and I think we came to some sort of understanding about what happened and may be moving past it?" Sloane was hopeful they would be able to go back to the way things were, or close. She could make some concessions; pay attention to the dumb boy discussions, try to be a little more in tune to her roommates, but she had laid it out that she wasn't going to share anything she didn't want to, until she was ready. Clearly things wouldn't be quite the same as they had been before everything happened, but maybe they'd be better friends because of it. Sloane had certainly learned her lesson.
Standing again, she decided she'd much rather have this discussion tucked away in the corner of the common room and so motioned up the stairs with her head. Her legs felt better and she could breathe alright, she could make it up to the tower from here without another stop. She would. No need to wuss out now.
RE: In Sickness and In Sadness - Cameron Gillenwater - November 10, 2020
Cameron didn't blame Sloane for not communicating it, but at the same time he wished she had. He wasn't sure when exactly that had happened, but if Cameron had known Sloane and Sisse were nearing a point of reconciliation he might not have played the Sisse card in Alice's presence. He stared at his feet, his chest tight and his mind racing. "That's... good," he said, nearly choking as he tried to swallow a heavy lump in his throat.
The words were on the tip of his tongue, but they refused to leave his mouth. Well you should probably know that Alice and I had a fight, he could have said. Or better yet: Just in case it comes up later, Alice and I had a fight after she walked in on me watching you sleep. He just couldn't say it. He tried to swallow another lump. It wouldn't go down.
The words were on the tip of his tongue, but they refused to leave his mouth. Well you should probably know that Alice and I had a fight, he could have said. Or better yet: Just in case it comes up later, Alice and I had a fight after she walked in on me watching you sleep. He just couldn't say it. He tried to swallow another lump. It wouldn't go down.
RE: In Sickness and In Sadness - Sloane Bixby - November 10, 2020
Oh, maybe not.
Sloane resumed her seat beside him on the stairs, itching for some kind of way to show affection that wasn't too obvious. This was the worst part now that she and Sisse were alright again. Not being able to act on any of their feelings was getting frustrating and it made her cranky.
"Something on your mind?" She could use the free extra minutes rest anyway, but she hadn't expected such an unenthusiastic response either. She would have thought he'd be a little happier than that, considering how miserable she'd been because of it.
Sloane had learned her lesson on pushing him if he didn't want to talk though. However she could also read him like a book and knew when something was bothering him. All she could do was put it out there that she would listen if he did want to talk about it.
Sloane resumed her seat beside him on the stairs, itching for some kind of way to show affection that wasn't too obvious. This was the worst part now that she and Sisse were alright again. Not being able to act on any of their feelings was getting frustrating and it made her cranky.
"Something on your mind?" She could use the free extra minutes rest anyway, but she hadn't expected such an unenthusiastic response either. She would have thought he'd be a little happier than that, considering how miserable she'd been because of it.
Sloane had learned her lesson on pushing him if he didn't want to talk though. However she could also read him like a book and knew when something was bothering him. All she could do was put it out there that she would listen if he did want to talk about it.
RE: In Sickness and In Sadness - Cameron Gillenwater - November 10, 2020
She sat back down beside him, and Cameron was unable to keep deer-in-headlights expression off his face. He knew he couldn't avoid the topic. She knew something was up; to try and suggest that everything was normal would be a blatant lie. He sat quietly for a moment, trying to think of the best way to approach the subject. The first worry on his mind was that she'd be mad. He'd said some things he hadn't meant, and while he wouldn't readily admit to them, to suggest that Alice was one-hundred percent in the wrong would have been another blatant lie. His second worry was that she'd find a way to blame it on herself, which he'd realized she had a way of doing where conflicts between them and their friends were concerned.
"I don't think Alice and I are friends anymore," he said quietly, keeping his eyes on their feet as they sat on the staircase. "She saw me holding your hand in the hospital wing. She put the pieces together. We... fought." If only he could've kept his hands to himself. If only he could've acted more casual, tried to deny it instead of trusting her not to blow up on him like Sisse. It wouldn't have mattered. She thought he hadn't trusted her, anyways, because he'd gone and asked—just like with Sisse—she not tell anyone. He could've straight-up lied and fixed everything, because the truth hadn't done him any favors.
"I may have brought Sisse into the conversation," he added after a moment, finally finding the courage to look at her.
"I don't think Alice and I are friends anymore," he said quietly, keeping his eyes on their feet as they sat on the staircase. "She saw me holding your hand in the hospital wing. She put the pieces together. We... fought." If only he could've kept his hands to himself. If only he could've acted more casual, tried to deny it instead of trusting her not to blow up on him like Sisse. It wouldn't have mattered. She thought he hadn't trusted her, anyways, because he'd gone and asked—just like with Sisse—she not tell anyone. He could've straight-up lied and fixed everything, because the truth hadn't done him any favors.
"I may have brought Sisse into the conversation," he added after a moment, finally finding the courage to look at her.
RE: In Sickness and In Sadness - Sloane Bixby - November 10, 2020
For a moment Sloane worried he wasn't going to tell her whatever it was. Had he not, she would have let it go, though it would have eaten away at her until he did. Thankfully he didn't make her wait; her patience while ill would have definitely been shorter than normal.
Of course what he said was probably not something she could have ever expected. Sloane tried to make sure she understood all of what he was saying before replying, but the dread of someone else knowing settled deep into her gut. It wasn't that she thought Alice would say anything, just like she hadn't really expected Sisse to either, but the more people that knew, the more awkward Sloane found it. She already felt like she was being watched and it made her squirm.
"Did she react poorly?" Sloane would have been surprised if Alice had reacted the same way Sisse had, but nothing about this had ever gone the way she'd expected it to. "How did you bring Sisse into it?" She added, lowering her voice just a little though nobody else was around. To hear that Alice had gotten caught up in an actual fight with Cam was the most shocking part and though she hated to admit it, she had to wonder if he said something that sparked it. In the past their fights were probably 50/50 on whose fault they were; it was always because one of them had gone and said something dumb.
Of course what he said was probably not something she could have ever expected. Sloane tried to make sure she understood all of what he was saying before replying, but the dread of someone else knowing settled deep into her gut. It wasn't that she thought Alice would say anything, just like she hadn't really expected Sisse to either, but the more people that knew, the more awkward Sloane found it. She already felt like she was being watched and it made her squirm.
"Did she react poorly?" Sloane would have been surprised if Alice had reacted the same way Sisse had, but nothing about this had ever gone the way she'd expected it to. "How did you bring Sisse into it?" She added, lowering her voice just a little though nobody else was around. To hear that Alice had gotten caught up in an actual fight with Cam was the most shocking part and though she hated to admit it, she had to wonder if he said something that sparked it. In the past their fights were probably 50/50 on whose fault they were; it was always because one of them had gone and said something dumb.
RE: In Sickness and In Sadness - Cameron Gillenwater - November 11, 2020
So Sloane wasn't angry that he'd been unsubtle—or, at least, she wasn't letting on that she was mad about that. He'd never forget the tightness in his chest that he felt when Alice walked up behind him while he was stroking Sloane's arm. It was like being caught with his hand in the candy jar. He hadn't meant to be so public with that simple display of tenderness, but he hadn't been able to help it while he watched her struggle in her sleep.
What he would have to explain was the circumstance of the fight, though.
"She ran away, just like Sisse did," he explained, folding his arms across his knees protectively. "She got all worked up because I asked her not to tell anyone. It was an instinctive reaction. I didn't know she was right behind me." He never thought she'd go rat them out to a professor, but he didn't think it was too unreasonable to ask her not to tell Ned or Calla (or Merlin forbid, Maddy).
"I told her I hadn't wanted her to know because of how Sisse thought we'd betrayed her. She told me it was a betrayal." That was what hurt so much. Alice was so logical and loyal, and to think that she thought he'd betrayed her even after presenting all the facts burned a hole in his heart that he wasn't even sure Sloane could cause. He'd always trusted her to simply understand him as she always had, and she'd turned on him. Yelled at him. Told him to leave her the bloody hell alone. He felt his lips slip into a frown as he looked back towards Sloane.
"She wouldn't see my reason—or she didn't think it was good enough. I got snappy and she ran off," he admitted, resting his chin on his arms as Sloane had a few minutes ago. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you." He hadn't been able to find it in him to tell the truth while Sloane had other things to worry about; but now that she was going back to her dorm with Sisse and Alice, he supposed he couldn't hide it anymore. "I hope she doesn't take it out on you. Wouldn't be surprised if she did," he apologized, the last part coming out in a resentful mumble.
What he would have to explain was the circumstance of the fight, though.
"She ran away, just like Sisse did," he explained, folding his arms across his knees protectively. "She got all worked up because I asked her not to tell anyone. It was an instinctive reaction. I didn't know she was right behind me." He never thought she'd go rat them out to a professor, but he didn't think it was too unreasonable to ask her not to tell Ned or Calla (or Merlin forbid, Maddy).
"I told her I hadn't wanted her to know because of how Sisse thought we'd betrayed her. She told me it was a betrayal." That was what hurt so much. Alice was so logical and loyal, and to think that she thought he'd betrayed her even after presenting all the facts burned a hole in his heart that he wasn't even sure Sloane could cause. He'd always trusted her to simply understand him as she always had, and she'd turned on him. Yelled at him. Told him to leave her the bloody hell alone. He felt his lips slip into a frown as he looked back towards Sloane.
"She wouldn't see my reason—or she didn't think it was good enough. I got snappy and she ran off," he admitted, resting his chin on his arms as Sloane had a few minutes ago. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you." He hadn't been able to find it in him to tell the truth while Sloane had other things to worry about; but now that she was going back to her dorm with Sisse and Alice, he supposed he couldn't hide it anymore. "I hope she doesn't take it out on you. Wouldn't be surprised if she did," he apologized, the last part coming out in a resentful mumble.
RE: In Sickness and In Sadness - Sloane Bixby - November 11, 2020
It seemed like one patched up friendship had another falling apart. She'd had such high hopes things might start to go back to normal, but that was obviously not going to happen now. It seemed every time somebody found out it added a new layer and it only swung back around to why they hadn't wanted anybody to know in the first place. Obviously they needed to be far more careful, though she couldn't fault him, it must have been hard to watch her in her sick bed.
Sloane winced where appropriate (but was oddly vindicated by the fact that she wasn't the only one who would physically ran at times like that) and listened through the whole thing, trying to keep her expression neutral. Which was hard, considering she was well... herself. Sloane was pretty terrible at hiding anything, which was why she was shocked she hadn't been labeled a hussy and expelled.
She could understand his reaction, truly, it had been hers as well, but Sisse had prompted it with her reaction and choice of words. The fact that Alice also thought her actions to be a betrayal of friendship twisted the knife even deeper and she looked down at her hands in her lap for a moment, trying to gather her thoughts before speaking. "It's okay, I forgot to tell you about Sisse too." Mostly because she couldn't string seven words together without coughing, but she didn't want him feeling guilty about that on top of the fight with Alice. It sounded more serious than her own fight with Sisse, possibly because they'd been closer lately than she and Sisse had been.
His last comment struck her as really out of character and her brows furrowed as she looked back up at him. "I don't think that's fair." In the entirety of her time apart from Sisse, she hadn't once ever thought her roommate was "taking it out" on Cam. "It's not like I wouldn't deserve it anyway, even if she did." She shrugged. Clearly they all thought she was capable of betraying them purposefully like that and so Sloane was starting to think maybe she had. "I'm sorry it's snowballing, maybe she just needs time like Sisse did? I apologized for what I said in the heat of the moment, but not for not being ready to tell her and she accepted that." Since she and Cam were far too similar for their own good, Sloane could only imagine what was actually said between them and maybe they all just needed some time to figure things out.
Sloane winced where appropriate (but was oddly vindicated by the fact that she wasn't the only one who would physically ran at times like that) and listened through the whole thing, trying to keep her expression neutral. Which was hard, considering she was well... herself. Sloane was pretty terrible at hiding anything, which was why she was shocked she hadn't been labeled a hussy and expelled.
She could understand his reaction, truly, it had been hers as well, but Sisse had prompted it with her reaction and choice of words. The fact that Alice also thought her actions to be a betrayal of friendship twisted the knife even deeper and she looked down at her hands in her lap for a moment, trying to gather her thoughts before speaking. "It's okay, I forgot to tell you about Sisse too." Mostly because she couldn't string seven words together without coughing, but she didn't want him feeling guilty about that on top of the fight with Alice. It sounded more serious than her own fight with Sisse, possibly because they'd been closer lately than she and Sisse had been.
His last comment struck her as really out of character and her brows furrowed as she looked back up at him. "I don't think that's fair." In the entirety of her time apart from Sisse, she hadn't once ever thought her roommate was "taking it out" on Cam. "It's not like I wouldn't deserve it anyway, even if she did." She shrugged. Clearly they all thought she was capable of betraying them purposefully like that and so Sloane was starting to think maybe she had. "I'm sorry it's snowballing, maybe she just needs time like Sisse did? I apologized for what I said in the heat of the moment, but not for not being ready to tell her and she accepted that." Since she and Cam were far too similar for their own good, Sloane could only imagine what was actually said between them and maybe they all just needed some time to figure things out.