Room 502 | Afternoon | Sunday | July 3

[therewaslife]

The thunderstorms were keeping Bod inside for today. Yesterday, they hadn't been too bad but he couldn't find any real reason to go out today. He had no errands to run, no food he needed to get and nothing that he really wanted to explore so he decided not to pass up a quiet day in his room.

That eventually turned into organizing his books. And where he'd arrived on the island with just a few small books, he now had enough that boxes were overflowing and he was thinking of investing in a bookshelf. Until then, he was shoving them into his closet, trying to stack them on the top shelf. Poor Bod had no experience really stacking anything because one book too many sent the stack toppling over and right onto himi.

Well, right onto his head more like. Most of them were soft and worn and didn't do much damage though he hadn't counted on one of his thicker books smacking him right above the eye hard enough to daze him and leave an oozing cut.

So, that's where Bod was, holding the spot above his eye and leaning against the side of his closet. Books: a weapon in disguise. Ow.

[Door's mostly closed, post is open and IDEK. I had a long day at work.]

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[vanillajello]

Kate had spent the majority of yesterday moping in her room. Even if the weather seemed to encourage continuing that, she was determined not to.

So she showed up to knock on his door. With a bag of cookies, for no real reason.

[ooc: Slight SP on account of my recent relocation to Helsinki but I CAN'T RESIST AND YOU WILL DEAL WITH THAT.]

[therewaslife]

Bod was still holding his head and blinking to try and clear his vision when that knock game. He groaned and grimaced, trying to push himself out from under books and to ignore the blooming pain above his right eye.

"Yes?" he asked, stumbling out of the closet and blinking at the door. "I'm here."

More or less.

[AND WHAT IF I DON'T WANT TO DEAL WITH IT, YOU...HELSINKI DWELLER?]

[vanillajello]

Kate slipped in the door after hearing his voice. "Hey, I brought cookies, I thought we'd --"

She paused when she actually got a look at him. "What the fuck happened to you?"

[YOU WILL JUST DEAL OMG. CUZ I SAY SO.]

[therewaslife]

"What?" Bod asked, not really realizing what she was referring to. "Oh, I'm fine. I'm just a bit rumpled from having a lie in earlier."

[vanillajello]

Unimpressed look, incoming.

"You have a cut on your forehead."

[therewaslife]

"Oh." Right yes, he did have a cut on his forehead. "I just had an accident with some..."

He trailed off and mumbled the last bit, moving over to his desk to try and find something to clean his head with.

[vanillajello]

"Some what?" Kate asked, moving closer. She didn't sound particularly concerned, though. "An accident with some one?"

[therewaslife]

Bod coughed a few times and said, "Books," right in the middle of those coughs. He winced again, deciding that coughing was a bad idea and tried to wipe some of the slowly oozing blood off the cut. He'd live but it still hurt.

[vanillajello]

Excuse Kate for huffing out a little laugh. It was just kind of amusing.

"I'm sorry," she said. "Did you just say books?"

[therewaslife]

"Yes, a stack of books fell on me and the corner of a particularly big one hit me above the eye," he said, still holding that area and wincing again. "If you laugh, I'll be forced to ask you to leave because it really does ache right now."

[vanillajello]

"I'm sorry," Kate relented, sounding a little more sympathetic. "It's just that, out of all the injuries I've seen, that's kind of a ridiculous one. I'm still sorry it hurts."

[therewaslife]

"Yes well, I own a lot of books," he said, finally digging out some gauze and some bandages. He pressed the gauze to the spot above his eye and grimaced, trying to find some aspirin while he held the gauze on his eye. "I don't own a bookshelf and I was trying to put them in the closet. I couldn't help my allegedly ridiculous injury."

[vanillajello]

Kate came over to his desk as well, and set the bag of cookies down on it before turning to give him a closer look.

"Do you want some help with that?" she asked, gently.

[therewaslife]

"It's not that bad," he said grumpily mostly because his head was hurting. "I'm sure I can manage eventually."

[vanillajello]

"Yeah but you don't have to," Kate pointed out, reaching out for the gauze carefully in case he was going to be stubborn about doing it himself. "'Cause I'm here"

[therewaslife]

"All right," he relented after some hesitation. He let her hold the gauze and just rubbed the side of his head. "I know it's ridiculous and it shouldn't have happened and you can laugh but it does hurt."

[vanillajello]

"I don't want to laugh anymore," she murmured, careful not to put too much pressure on the cut. "It kinda loses its comedic value when you get grumpy."

[therewaslife]

"Don't say that," he said, feeling bad about it now. "I've just had a lot of headaches lately and this doesn't help. I'm sorry, I don't mean to be grumpy at you. I'll try to do better."

[vanillajello]

"Don't be dumb," Kate shushed him. "You probably need an aspirin. Do you want this bandaged?"

Oh, yeah. She was totally going to fuss over him. Except in an idle, Kate-like way.

[therewaslife]

"Yes," he said, trying not to sound stubborn about it. "And I've plenty of aspirin. I keep them in my drawer for when I get headaches. I'm not entirely dumb, see?"

[vanillajello]

"Not entirely," Kate allowed, mostly joking. She carefully peeled the gauze back a bit to peer at the cut. "Sorry your books were so mean."

[therewaslife]

"It was just a dumb mistake on my part," he sighed, closing his eyes while she did what she was doing. "I shouldn't have tried to stack them like I did. I wasn't thinking."

[vanillajello]

"Well, that happens," she replied, going to bandage him up. "Could've been something dumber and worse."

[therewaslife]

"And you would have laughed harder," Bod guessed, furrowing his brown and grimacing again.

[vanillajello]

"Not necessarily," Kate muttered, wrapping a bandage around his head to keep the gauze in place. She thought it might have been a little much but fuck it. She was finding it felt good to be doing something... good. "I don't actually like when you get hurt."