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Quinn had no recollection of falling asleep last night, but she awoke the next day in the same bed, same environment. The only things that might have been different, if she dares guess, were her clothes. They were still the hospital ones, but they had less wrinkles and stains, which lead to her reasoning that someone had stripped her in the middle of the night and changed for her. Embarrassing.
She felt like she was born again, as a ball of useless, pink flesh that relied on everyone around her.
The Demacian ranger drew a sharp breath, filling her lungs as they stung from pain. It made it less desirable to breathe, but it doesn't mean she will stop. It must be a side-effect of one of the medications, Quinn turned her head and looked at several hanging bags close to her, but she can't say which one. All the words were blurry as hell, and she had no willpower to concentrate.
Quinn's eyes shut the world away from her as she tried to sink back into the realm of dreams, but was denied access when she heard the glass door slide open.
"Good morning, Miss Quinn." The voice wasn't familiar, but she didn't bother opening her eyelids before she replied, "Just Quinn is enough, please."
"Alright then, Quinn." The nurse cheerfully spoke and the ranger could hear some clicking and writing beside her.
It was another while before other clicks happened, and some plastic was obviously being tampered with, before she then heard, "I am Marie, your weekday nurse for the rest of your stay in here."
"A pleasure." Quinn replied, but tried to leave as much sarcasm and annoyance out of her words as possible.
"Well, what a pleasant surprise. It's nice to see patients without grumbles for once." Marie chuckled delightfully, almost eliciting a scoff from the ranger if she didn't hold it back. "In any case, if you need anyone, just press the green button to your side and I will be here immediately."
With that statement, she was off again, sliding the glass door open, and Quinn attempted another go at sleeping. That didn't exactly go as planned when loud footsteps rang outside of the door, then the expected sliding motion, except much more hastily and forcefully.
"Quinn, are you awake?"
It was her superior.
The Demacian ranger opened her eyes and looked over, staring at Garen, who had set his hands angrily on her bed, or was it more out of worry? She had no time to think about it, but had it answered anyway when the soldier spoke:
"Are you okay? How are you feeling? Who did this to you? Do you remember me?" He bombarded the half-conscious Quinn with questions that she could not answer.
Thankfully, Jarvan had stepped in soon after, placing a hand on Garen's shoulder, asking him to hold off.
"I don't think she's capable of too much thought right now." The prince spoke, the calm air about him soothed both Demacians greatly.
"I just… How can this happen under our noses?" Garen questioned angrily, gritting his teeth.
His word rang true. The league is composed of so many people and beings from all over the world, and even beyond. It is full of influential people, people who take security seriously, and some are even the finest investigators. Logistically, it's impossible to do crime and get away with it within the league. However, word of this news has not travelled beyond the steps of the Institute of War just yet, but Quinn reckons that it won't take much longer.
"For now, we do not know how it happened, but remember what we came here for." Jarvan reassured, then looked at the ranger, who is trying in vain to remain focused while her superior is around. Mostly trying not to let her mind wander, though.
Noticing such tension in the air, Jarvan smiled and pat the large soldier on the back, "At ease, soldiers. This is only a visit. Official business can wait for later. For now, we are friends, are we not?"
"Hell yeah we are. You still owe me that drinking contest you promised me before I joined the league." Quinn joked, closing her tired eyes, but still wearing a smile.
"That will have to wait when you're in much better shape. Otherwise it will be unfair, and you'll let Garen win again." Jarvan grinned.
"We ALL know that I'm going to win regardless." Garen puffed out his chest and they laughed together briefly.
"In any case, we are working on this case as hard as we can, Quinn, rest assured. Your mission is to get better as soon as possible, soldier." Jarvan ordered, "But for now, the league has stopped all games, in case the poison that affected you is actually triggered by revival magic."
"Right." Quinn nodded in understanding, though the blurred vision did not help the sudden onset of headache she had. "I will follow my orders, your highness."
"Please, Quinn. It's like you disliking 'Madam' or 'Miss' in front of your name." Jarvan watched as the ranger managed a weak salute. "We'll come visit you as frequently as possible, but since the games are done, Garen and I will be heading back to Demacia. Many champions are returning home as well, so I'm sure you'll have the peace and quiet to rest in."
"Alright then." The ranger gave a crooked smile, and watched the two men exit the doors, leaving her in complete quiet.
'This sucks.' She thought to herself, disgruntled when she thinks about having to lay her for the longest time, and without Valor's company!
Her eyes shot open, and her thumb rushed to smash the 'call nurse' button.
Marie rushed in with all haste to discover a suddenly extremely disheveled woman, gripping the side railing of the bed.
"Where's Valor?"
"Valor, what do you mean?"
"My eagle! Valor!" The yell sounded almost desperate.
"We can't have any animals in here—"
"He's not an animal!" Quinn insisted, but only earned a shake of the head from the nurse.
"I'm sorry, mi—Quinn, it is hospital policy. Your heart opening could be infected, and it might cause terrible things to happen." She explained, but saw a vigorous head shake of denial.
"No, I must have him. You don't understand! Where is he?" It almost seemed like she was on the verge of crying.
Having only the experience of an apprentice nurse, Marie was clueless of what to do at the moment, hesitating if she should call for help. However, just when she decided to do so, a familiar figure, at least to Quinn, strolled in.
Kayle stared at the scene: Quinn gripping the railings like a madwoman, the unruly hair and eye packages she had didn't help, so it almost seemed like she was in the wrong ward for a moment when the nurse is added in the picture—who is, by her standpoint, seemingly trying to restrain the bed-ridden woman as if she were crazy.
"Uh…" The angel paused; leaning back to read the name tag and confirm that she was in the right room, "Am I… Interrupting something?"
It became awkwardly quiet for a while, but Marie moved away a little, and Quinn retracted her hands, sitting properly in her bed.
The Demacian ranger cleared her throat a few times, and then looked over, finally replying, "Hello."
The nurse bowed in respect at the angel and left the room, squeezing past the large wings that Kayle was obviously trying to shrink, being in a building and all.
"What was that about?" the blonde questioned, standing fairly stiffly at the entrance as the glass door was closed. She wasn't used to visiting. In fact, this might be the first time she did, therefore it's relatively new.
"It's just… I—" Quinn held her words, attempting to simplify her thoughts for the angel, "They won't let Valor in because he might have germs."
"I'm not surprised; you DO have an open heart right now… It will be risky to have Valor, should he bear an infectious disease." Kayle stated, but observed that Quinn's expression disapproved that statement, so she revised it slightly; "Not that other beings of life do not have them, but... Valor spends more time outdoors than we do.
"Yes, I know… It just feels really lonely without those blue feathers with me now." The ranger admitted honestly, brushing her black hair behind her ear, embarrassed at the truth.
Kayle bit her bottom lip as she pondered upon the subject, approaching Quinn slowly. As she came to the bedside and examined the raven-haired woman's expression more closely, it did seem quiet lonely and filled with a form of desperation. It was likely to get out of this room, more than anything.
"Sorry. Um…" The ranger hesitated, but was startled when Kayle unlatched the railing without warning, allowing it to slide down the side of the bed, and grant access to the very sheets Quinn laid on.
"Move over." The angel commanded, and her words were obeyed as the other woman scooted over, curious of what the blonde's plans were.
Kayle paused her actions for a moment, but sat down on the bed, putting her wings around the human, not exactly making eye contact as she spoke: "It's not blue or… As soft, but you'll just have to make do until you get better." She reasoned.
Quinn was surprised to see this side of Kayle again, though it's very subtle, and if she dared to take note, there was a bit of a pink hue growing on the Judicator's cheeks.
Very interesting.
The ranger smiled to herself, acknowledging that the angel did go out of her comfort zone just to make her feel safe and at home. Though it still doesn't erase the fact that Quinn missed Valor very much, since to her, he is irreplaceable. She doesn't want to replace Valor, nor replace her brother again. It's also hard to think of the entity close to her as an equal, if she was honest to herself. Kayle was immortal, and god knows how long she's been alive… Okay, maybe god doesn't know either. The winged creature was a seasoned warrior, and millions of years of practice made her a fearsome foe. Outside of the league, she still can't die, unlike all other mortal champions, especially herself. For special champions like Kayle, the summoners actually 'force' her to die, and have the revival magic take hold, so she experiences the same effects and penalties as all other contestants. She wondered if the angel got scared, once; if she feared death as everyone else did before the league, and even after the league.
"Are you afraid of death, Kayle?" rolled off her tongue without much thought, but as soon as she realized it, Quinn covered her mouth quickly.
"What's this all of a sudden?" The Judicator questioned, finally making eye contact.
"I-I was just curious, that's all," she turned her head away, "It's just a mortal's usual slip of the tongue, don't mind me."
"Sometimes." The blonde muttered.
"P-pardon?"
"Sometimes I am, because even I do not know much about the afterlife. Sure I judge those that pass from the living to the world beyond, but… I personally cannot experience what it is like to move on. Even the simulated ones in the arena: The experience is so polluted with summoner magic that it is impure. True death is much darker, and bears a very insufferable feeling." Kayle paused, still pondering upon the subject, "In a way, I do not fear death for myself, but I fear it upon others that I care about. Does that count?"
"I suppose it does." Quinn gifted a warm smile, and closed the distance between their shoulders, leaning against the Judicator, who did not protest much.
"Anyhow, since I get an angel all to myself… While she tolerates me, I might as well take full advantage" The Demacian ranger joked and snugged herself up against the warm body without restraint.
Kayle made a face soon after, as if she was very uncomfortable, but did not voice her discontent when she noticed Quinn had fallen asleep.
"Blasted." The Judicator uttered to herself, wondering why she even wanted to do this. Her mind turned and turned again, searching for a clear answer, but she could find none for this situation. It bothered her very much, as an investigator, when she couldn't even find a simple solution to her own question. Kayle sighed and played with her hair patiently, also wondering what she is going to have to do between now and the time that Quinn wakes up. She can't just pull her wings away; it'll hurt both her and the sleeping figure. She also can't get up, seeing as it's like having someone sleeping on your hands. There were no books to read; only magazines that did not interest her even slightly. Mortal gossip made her brain stale.
The only thing Kayle might have enjoyed about this room was its silence. Being in the ICU, the halls are kept especially quiet for patients, except for the occasional rushes into the emergency room close by. For once, out of all these busy days, she was able to spend time to evaluate herself thoroughly. Lacking anything better to do, the Judicator recalled all of her memories and past events; part for self-assessment, but also to try and piece together the mysterious puzzle involving Quinn's poisoning.
It was no surprise that the angel had many memories involving Quinn; see as how she has spent an obscene amount of time with her, unintentionally. Or was it intentional? Kayle wondered as she tapped her chin slowly, thinking about the first night that they met. Then the times they would talk in matches, along with the day Valor lost to her in a race (which he might not have taken very well). Even now, she was with the Demacian woman, lying by her side peacefully.
The infamous Judicator has never, in her long life span, spent so much time with a single being several days in a row.
Kayle stole glances of Quinn's face, feeling guilty about it the more she looked. The other woman seemed forbidden, and this made the angel uneasy, for in her life of justice and honesty, she has never experienced these kinds of urges.
"Good god, what am I thinking about…" her internal struggle has begun to cause restlessness and worry as her mind turned and turned again. She can't focus on the poisoning case anymore; her mind was simply overwhelmed by this new-found desire. The craving to set her hands on this… Luscious fruit.
'I'm becoming my sister.' Those words slipped into her mind as prickly as a sewing needle would be, elegantly stabbing through her brain.
Her thoughts came to a screeching halt.
Kayle's disciplined side took over, and she reasserted herself with a loud SLAP.
The needle-like sensation appeared on her cheeks, and it grew hot as the feeling then evolved into pain.
Quinn awoke from this, startled in fact, as her eyes shot open in alertness, wondering what could be happening. The Judicator held her breath instinctively, as if she didn't want to be discovered.
"Sorry, I fell asleep on you. Did something happen? I heard—"
"It's nothing." Kayle cleared her throat.
"Could you turn on the light for me, please?" Quinn asked earnestly, and the angel obeyed the request, but also fearing the discovery of her stupid self-abuse.
Click.
"What happened to your—"
"It's always been there. Please, go back to rest." Why would I lie?
"No, last I recalled, Kayle had perfect skin." The ranger teased and desired to examine the large, red area on the angel's cheek, who leaned away as the other face advanced.
"You can't run away when I'm right here." Quinn stated the obvious, and held the Judicator's head in place.
There was a sudden soft and moist feeling upon Kayle's injured cheek.
"There, all better." The Demacian woman smiled, gazing at the blue eyes that looked back at the golden ones eventually, scrutinizing the mortal's visage.
There was a moment between them: Silent, but passionate as their eyes never broke contact. Kayle's mind became blank, lacking all but one thought. The next moment came as if she were born with such reflexes, her face inched ever closer, and eventually culling all space between, allowing their lips to meet in a flash. The angel had never felt the power of lust before and now succumbs to it as her hands that craved the smooth skin reacted on their own.
Kayle wanted it all.
But, a thought slipped into her busy mind, and she broke the kiss: What the hell am I doing?
Before her lies a sickly mortal and all she could think about were illicit actions with this being. Quinn has a surgical wound on her chest, she was frail and needed rest, but the thought that raced through Kayle's mind over and over was the fact that the person she lusted for was a woman.
Quinn seemed slightly disappointed when their lips parted, but the Judicator convinced herself that it was her own fantasy. Her own sin. She sneered at herself.
"I must leave." The angel's voice was shaken. The ranger watched Kayle scramble out of bed, even forgetting that her wings were still under pressure. She almost ripped it away if Quinn hadn't gotten her weight off of the white feathers. The Judicator stumbled away, her usual elegance did not exist. In fact, it looked to the human as if she was forcing herself away, beating her own legs into submission.
The door slid open slowly, and closed with a silent click.
"What have I become?" Kayle rubbed her forehead, standing outside of Quinn's room, troubled by her previous actions.
Quinn sat back into her bed and picked up the sole feather that dropped from the angel's wings, staring at it as a smile crept upon her lips.
The white feather smelled pleasant, like lavender.