Singularity

Archive Log: 07

"No. No, that's a horrible idea! What if something goes wrong? I'd prefer to watch to see what's going on. Not being able to see what's going on would make me worse." She said quickly, the doctor didn't look bought. She swallowed thickly, "I already feel sick, can we just get this over with?" She asked in a tense tone. Everything was so white here, bright and clinical and the smell of cleaning product made her feel light headed and worse. "Actually," she was wincing in her seat and pulled her hand, Walter stepped a little closer. "Looking away might be good." That needle wasn't doing her any favours. She practically hid her face against Walter's sleeve. She did send a quiet sorry up to him. He probably thought she was rather pathetic, acting like this. Wouldn't surprise her if he reported that she probably wasn't fit for this mission, just for how childish she was acting right now. She couldn't help it, she truly hated needles. She bit her lip to keep a quiet whimper in when she felt it pierce her skin. Her feet dug into the floor as her hand tightened around Walter's, he gently held her hand right back. It was comforting actually, to have an anchor. And Walter was about as much of an anchor as possible, steadfast and sturdy. Not likely to flinch and withdraw, ever calm when present.

"You're done."

With that, Onora let out a breath she didn't even know she was holding and just stayed leaning against Walter's arm. Feeling him shift, she groaned quietly. Opening her eyes, she blinked a little blearily when her eyes looked into the clear blue eyes of Walter. He had knelt down to her level, or thereabouts, him crouching meant she was a little taller than him thanks to the chair. He reached up and placed a hand to her forehead, she all but leaned heavily against it. He looked at her worriedly, she looked bad. Not that he voiced it. Pale, withdrawn. Walter quickly removed his hand and reached up and wrapped his arms around her when she all but collapsed out of the chair.

The doctor looked at them, "Well that's not very good." Walter managed to tuck her head against his shoulder, he stood and picked her up with him. He looked to the doctor, he sighed in response. "Well, we can't do anymore tests with her like that, can we?" He stated, as if he needed to expand on his earlier words. Walter just frowned, lips pressing into a thin line. "Bring her back when she wakes." There wasn't a chance of knowing when she'd wake. She had fainted, there was no need for him to fuss around her, not when she was with Walter. He was more than able to look after her. If something a little more serious was wrong with her, then sure, he'd be showing more concern. But as it is, he had other things he needed to do than fuss over a fainter.

He easily made his way back to her room, he didn't pass anyone, and no one was any the wiser as to what had happened. By the time he walked through the door, there was a quiet groan from his arms. Onora came to slowly, her eyes opened and shut a few times before she jolted and he nearly dropped her. Sure, waking up in his arms was startling to her. Her head was comfily against his shoulder, her legs were being cradled by an arm while her back was being held much the same. "You fainted." Walter felt like he should state what happened.

"I know."

"Perhaps our earlier thoughts of ridicule for your choice in company wasn't what we should've been focussed on."

"Not now, Walter." Onora sounded tired, she did look grumpily up at him.

"You are to go back when you woke." Walter moved into her room, he looked down at the bed and then at her. "But I am not taking you back. You need rest, how can you go through more tests when you've just fainted? I am certain there is no specific rush to get these tests over and done with. The main thing has been done." He placed her down, only to stop when she grasped onto his forearms. He paused in his retreat and looked to her worried face.

"I'm sorry for fainting on you."

He smiled, "Don't worry about it." He looked to her hands, she was gripping onto him rather tightly. Walter sighed and looked slowly back up at her, "Allow me to get you a drink." Water, specifically. She hesitantly let his arms go, Walter nodded and left. No one was still in the main living space, so there was no one there to question what he was doing. Not that anyone ever did. He returned back to her, she had propped herself more upright in bed. Holding the glass, he stood to one side, "Drink it slowly." The last thing he needed was for her body to go into sudden shock. Onora nodded and took the glass from him, she sipped at it. Walter nodded, pleased she listened to him.

She placed the glass on the bedside table before looking at him. Walter just looked down at her, Onora sighed and scooted along before patting the bed. Walter looked perplexed, "Sit with me." He still didn't budge, she looked at him sadly. "Please?" He turned and shut the door before hesitantly sitting down beside her. He stretched his legs out and sat upright and staring at the wall opposite. This was unusual, he looked slowly to the side at Onora. She was leaning back against the pillows, her own legs stretched out but now under the covers.

"Are you feeling better?"

"Yes, thank you."

Walter just nodded his head, he looked down at the cover underneath him and then up at Onora. He didn't get it, why he was being asked to stay, that is. He looked around the room, perhaps it was another comfort thing? Walter slowly blinked, he didn't know he could bring comfort just by being close. Apparently he did. Onora yawned quietly, and he looked to her. "I shall leave you to sleep."

"No! No..." Onora moved too quickly and squeezed her eyes shut. Walter placed a hand on her shoulder. "Can you stay, please?"

"May I ask why?"

"Because I don't want to be alone, and feeling rubbish." Onora replied honestly. "You said it, they all have each other. We have no one but each other." Surely he disliked being alone too? Be fair, she was close to going to sleep so she wouldn't be great company. But even still...Walter nodded slowly regardless though, she smiled thankfully. He settled back against the headboard, and she looked around the room before looking at him from the corner of her eyes. With a sigh, she shut her eyes and leaned her head to the side. Walter glanced down at the sudden weight against his shoulder, closeness. The most he had had with the others was just standing beside them. At a stretch shake their hands when meeting them. Onora had gone against all of that. Walter couldn't seemingly help but let his head slide to the side and rest against hers. He shut his eyes, he didn't need sleep, but staring at a wall was boring. By the way Onora had suddenly got a little heavier, he suspected she had now well and truly gone to sleep.