Together again (Jt and Prof.)

Aimee jumped at the voice. "H-hey! It's S-s-s-sora! S-she needs... Something!?" She stated in an almost quizzical, and pathetic voice. "You need to come over!!" She finally spit out.

Edgar: Alright, I'll be over in a bit.

He hung up the phone, then disappeared off the phone. After about an hour in a half, Edgar walked in. He was a rather tall man, then a beard that was starting to grow out again. He walked into the living room, then knelt down next to her, who was completely out right now.

Edgar: What happened?

Aimee sat next to Sora the entire span of time she was waiting. Practically not blinking. Watching the man enter she doesn't bother to stand. "I-I-I-..." She squeaked, completely unable to speak. I broke her....

Edgar put a hand on her and closed his eyes. After a bit, he got up, brushing his arms.

Edgar: Always a weird feeling. Anyway, she should be fine now, just needs to rest a couple of days. Also, don't give her any pain killers, she reacts weirdly to it.

Aimee sniffled in relief. "Y-yeah, I've notice that reaction." Scooting near Sora, she took her hand, and stroked it. "Y-you need payment I suppose?" She said, never removing her eyes from Sora.

Edgar: No, of course not. This isn't the first time I've helped Sora after something like this. Anyway, I can't stay for that long. Just tell Sora that I'm still trying to convince her parents. Alright, goodbye.

He took a small bow, then left the two of them alone in the room.

"C-convinced?..." Aimee sniffled. She was calmer now, but was still shaken by something that she believed was her fault. Aimee scooted closer to the couch, laying her head near Sora's hand. She didn't know the person terribly well, but even for the small connection they had made, she felt instantly attached to he first person that seemed to stand her.

Sora shook her head a bit, then her eyes fluttered open. She looked over at Aimee with a blank look on her. She took a couple of sniffs, then a small smile spread across her face.

Sora: Aimee, you may want to wash up. You smell like pee.

Aimee's face lit up once more. That's right! I was knocked unconscious, and I must have... Aimee's eyes began to water due to her assaulted pride. The resulted in an almost child-like feeling of humiliation. Sanding with a word, she scrambled up the stairs to wash up.

Sora gave a small giggle, and laid back down. She closed her eyes, letting the sensation of bruises rush through her. She adjusted her clothes a bit, just remembering that she still didn't have anything under her pants. It was kind of weird, and it reminded her of that time she walked into the boys bathroom. She didn't know why, but it just did.

Gathering her clothing, Aimee unleashes a tide of thoughts into her head. S-she laughed. She must think I'm some stupid child that can't even tie its shoes. Not to mention she was awake for god only knows how long. Seeing me tear up like an infant, and stroke her hand like a sociopath. Aimee sighed and wiped her eyes on her sleeve. Walking to the bathroom, she stopped at the by the top of the stairs. "B-by the way, t-t-the f-fellow wanted me to t-tell you that he was still convincing your parents. Whatever that means." Oh very elegant. It only took you till the end of the sentence to stop stuttering like a moron.

Sora's whole face went pale, with a shiver running down her spine. She really should have realized he would say something about that. She took a deep sigh, and let out her discomfort. Some of the color returned to her face as she sat up. Moving her legs, they felt weird and numb, which was not good for her. With a small sigh, she leaned back, waiting for something else to happen.

Aimee stood for a moment, her mouth open trying to say something, but nothing came out. Instead she simply turns, and goes to shower. Great... You did real great. She would think with sarcasm.

When the shower started, Sora made her move. She stood up, and immediately fell back on the couch.

Sora: Can't walk. . . Dang it. . .

She thought for a sec, and after a sec, she was pulling herself to the kitchen. Unfortunately, though, she couldn't reach the cups, so she had to improvise. She took off her pants, then used it to rope the top cabinet. She pulled her self up, and grabbed a cup. She then swung over to the sink while thanking herself she was light. She gripped the pants with her mouth, and then started to fill the cup. She set it down, hoisted herself up more so she could untie the pants from the cabinet.

Aimee shifted around in the shower restlessly. "I-I mean really... You can't maintain yourself for more than a few minutes around this girl?" She stated, unconsciously out loud. "All that crying, and falling down the stairs getting her hurt. And lets not even get started on how you looked trying to carry her off. All you did was create more damage!" Aimee thudded her head against shower wall. "You finally get a partner, and then you rip her a part because you don't know what to do with a naked person..." After a short pause, Aimee exited the shower, and moved down the stairs in a fresh outfit.

Sora had managed to untie the pants and work her way back to the ground. She quickly redressed, then looked back up.

Sora:. . . Hmm. . .

She managed to grab the cabinets, then climb her way to the top. She grabbed the water with her teeth, then slowly lowered herself to the ground. Laying on her stomach, she decided to drink it there, so she did. She then climbed back up, putting the cup in the sink. Finally on the ground again, she crawled her way back to the couch, but stopped when took a break.

Sora:*Under her breath* I wish I had more upper body strength. . .

Entering the room to see Sora on the floor, Aimee gave a short laugh. "What are you doing on the floor silly girl?" Smiling, she moved to Sora's side to offer support. "If you want something you only need to ask. No need to play seal."

Sora: No, it's fine. It's just, my legs are useless for the day. If you could maybe bring me some underpants and my pj's, that would be nice. . .

She was tapping the ground, trying to hide her embarrassed face.

Aimee giggled shortly before replying. "You're lucky you know? You're adorable when you get worked up. I'm actually jealous of that quality." Aimee stood up to retrieve Sora's requested effects. She was trying very hard to hide any in-adequacy she had felt in the past day. Being from noble blood had given her a soft pride.

Sora watched as Aimee came back, with her head tilted sideways.

Sora: Hey, Aimee, are you feeling bad about everything today? C-cause if you are, it's fine. I do stuff like this all the time. I even had to take care of a guy who lost all control of his bottom half for 4 days while his parents were in Vegas.

Yes, I feel awful about today! She hid in her mind, and listened to Sora regale her with the time she had nursed a man for half a week, as if her benevolence would do anything, but make Aimee feel worse. O-oh... Of course you did. You're perfect why wouldn't you? Aimee gave a sigh that betrayed her to her inner monologue. Kneeling down with a smile she laughed lightly. "Here's what you asked for. Do you need some help with them?" She asked in a jovial tone.

Sora grabbed clothes, then hid behind the couch. After a bit, she came out in blue feetie pajamas as she climbed onto the couch. Getting comfortable, she looked out the window, realizing it wasn't late at all.

Sora: So. . . I-I'm really glad you were here to help, Aimee.

Well then, guess you don't need help with that. Aimee thought to herself. Seeing Sora in her feetie pajamas disarmed her completely. "..." There was an awkward look on her face for a moment as she stifled another laugh. But if I wasn't here you wouldn't have needed to help. She tried in her head, but disagreed with the possible outcomes. "I-It was my pleasure." She spoke, feigning a proud smile.

Sora gave her a nod, then leaned on the back of the couch. She didn't really know what to say, so she winged it.

Sora: So, uh. . . It's. . . How about we have lunch or something?

She wasn't really hungry, she just wanted to say something.

Aimee thought for a moment. "N-no! The man said you should rest for a few days a-... Well I'm not a very good cook...." She finished breaking eye-contact with Sora. "I could order something I suppose...."