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[madamemoiselle]

{Diva stumbles onto the Astral Plane holding her side tightly. She soon collapses to her hands and knees, only to vomit a splat of thick blood onto the not-floor. She groans and gasps as her hands clench in apparent pain. For the real recipient of such an experiment, it probably would not have caused such a violent reaction, but Diva wasn’t even the same species at all.

But in any case, she’s escaped to the Astral Plane to avoid any more of those injections and let the current one take its course.}

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[madamemoiselle]

...I don't understand people at all. {Which is some half-assed version of a thank you. She moves onto the mattress, taking the bowl right away so she can spit out another glob of blood and tissue}

[didorothy]

That makes two of us, then.

[grimaces slightly, because that really isn't pretty]

Oh, right. [vanishes and reappears with a roll of paper towel] To wipe away the blood. Nothing's worse than being miserable and feeling unclean at the same time. For me, anyway.

[sits down beside the bed and looks over at her; he's got the look of one ready to spring into action at a moment's notice, but willing to wait patiently until needed]

You should probably stay here until we learn how to change the realities back.

[madamemoiselle]

{Takes the towel and wipes gingerly around her mouth and face for the blood and sweat. It hurts a lot more than she's letting on, but the silence in that regard is some kind of conditioned response to pain} ...You're...

...

You're a good person.

[didorothy]

Sometimes, maybe. But I'm a bad person, too.

[vanishes and almost immediately returns with a small wastebin and a cold, wet towel]

You can toss that in here and put this on your forehead. I don't have any ice at the moment.

[madamemoiselle]

{put the paper towel in the bin} If you were a bad person...you wouldn't be doing this. Especially since you know that I'm hardly a saint either, ne?

But it's nice. I don't think that anyone had ever cared that I was dying before. {laughs softly, but that laughing turns into another coughing fit}.....It's always a little scary to feel your body failing, but it's not the same kind of...mindset, I guess. Humans only get one chance, but I'll always live, no matter what.

[didorothy]

Not a bad person all the time, no. But I'm not good all the time, either.

[frowns when she coughs, leaning forwards and touching her arm gently - not a grip to hinder her movement, but a touch to simply reassure her that someone's there] I... died, once. I remember the fear. I remember-- [runs his free hand through his hair] I wouldn't want you to go through that alone. Even if you come back, you shouldn't have to go through it alone.

[madamemoiselle]

{just stares quietly before turning her eyes to the side absently} ...Why? Is my life worth something to you? I really don't understand.

[didorothy]

It is worth something.

[madamemoiselle]

{Stares again because man, this is different. But not for long, since it suddenly seems like a good idea to actually lay down since her breath is coming shorter and it wet wheezes.} ...I still don't get it

[didorothy]

When this is over, we can discuss my philosophy and psychology as much as you want, though they're not particularly engaging, I have to tell you. I'd rather do whatever I can to make this easier for you at the moment.

[madamemoiselle]

((D: Sorry for the late reply~!))

{That probably would have bordering on a touching comment if Diva had been able to hear it. She's just coughing hard again and clutching at her chest with a tight, pained grimace. But it only lasts for a few seconds before a last cough sends her still again and her eyes turn dull.}

[didorothy]

[ooc; totally fine~]

[Sam knows death when he sees it, and he pulls back, but stays by her side, uncertain what to do - wait? Take her body some place? Sam's never been taught the protocol on observing the death of those who cannot die, so he watches and waits]

[madamemoiselle]

{It takes only a few minutes before Diva takes in a deep, gasping breath again, but sits up, perfectly fine. With being dead, at least it's easier for her body to get rid of the toxin. She takes the bowl to spit out a large, but hard and dried chunk of tissue.}

Much better.

[didorothy]

[wipes a hand over his mouth to suppress the automatic response to that, and then looks up at her, offering a small smile]

Good to have you back.

[madamemoiselle]

{smiles right back, soon crossing her legs and turning to face him}

Now that's done, so you have to tell me. Ne, why does it matter to you?

[didorothy]

Oh, uh...

Can I, uh, sit beside you? The Astral Plane's floor is pretty hard for what appears to be nothingness.

[madamemoiselle]

Of course. {scoots over to make room with a smile}

[didorothy]

[takes a seat beside her, conscious to not intrude on what he considers Her Personal Space]

So, uh, why I wanted to help you. That's... [laces his fingers together, trying to analyse it himself, and then glances over at her sideways]

Well, first thing, I suppose, is that it honestly would have made me feel guilty to leave you there. Maybe it's how I was raised, or maybe it's all those years policing the streets, but if someone needs help, it eats me up if I don't at least try to help.[smiles in an almost self-mocking way] You could say I'm a compulsive copper.

So I guess that's the first reason. [glancs back down to the stars as he considers other motivations]