"A few compliments freak you out..." Mallow stated from behind her as he pressed his chest against her back. A hand was suddenly running up her side and cupping her breast, causing her to let out a small sigh of satisfaction at the touch. "But if I do this, you've got no problems, right?" he said with a small laugh. There was something behind that laugh though Cherry was having a hard time deciding on how she felt about his words much less his tone. She felt his other hand trail up, by passing her breasts and landing in her hair. Soon both of Mallows hands were massaging her scalp and she resisted the urge to melt into a puddle and go down the drain with the rest of the water. "You haven't been treated all that well, if that's the case," Mallow stated with some amount of disappointment.<br/><br/>Cherry was silent as Mallow washed her hair. What could she say? That he was right? What would be the point? He knew he was right. He knew that she didn't receive many kind words from anyone---occasionally Raz would throw her a bone and Kai was romantic when he wanted to be (while they had been together). Over all, though? No. Mallow was the only one who ever treated her with consistency. Even before last night he always was flirty and offered her a few compliments every time they saw one another. Cherry had always view them as passing jokes, but last night made her realize that Mallow likely believed in every compliment he had ever given her.<br/><br/>When Mallows hands fell away, she rinsed her hair and watched the suds flow away down her body. She couldn't bring her eyes up to meet Mallow's and it was something he likely noticed. Silently she began to wash her body, making no move to be any more intimate than they already had been. It was just a shower.<br/><br/>"Mallow," she started as she scrubbed one of her arms, "things are just as they are. I don't need kind words to thrive, you know that." Part of her worried that Mallow might expect something from her. What it was, she wasn't sure. She knew that realistically he had no intentions of pursuing anything or obtaining anything from her---but still. The way he was talking made it seem as if he actually cared and that was a strange feeling to have about someone who wasn't Raz.<br/><br/>"I hope Raz is okay..." she mutter without much thought.<br/><br/>-------<br/><br/><br/>"If I didn't give a fuck I wouldn't have helped you up. I wouldn't have made breakfast, and I sure as hell wouldn't have let you tackle me and live," Kai bit back at Mira, obviously tired of her attitude. 'Fair point' she thought to herself. He stared at her for a moment when she asked about his Chuck transformation, but that question seemed to piss him off even more. "I didn't. What the hell are you talking about? I got up and made breakfast, then came to check on you since you were losing your goddamned mind in the bathroom. Besides," he growled out viciously, "I would never take the form of someone whose death I feel responsible for. How fucked up do you think I am, Mira? Do you think I'd be able to look into my godkids in the eye if I walked around as a dead man?"<br/><br/>"How the fuck should I know!?" Mira snapped back, "You fuckin' jump in my car one night and suddenly everything is nothing but kidnapping, fighting, killing---the hell should I think, Kai? I don't even fuckin' know you! You have an inconsistent behavior since you first put a gun to my head---so don't talk to me like I should know what you are capable of! You admit responsibility for Chuck, your friend. If you are capable of getting your friends killed, then what should I think? All I know if that if Chuck is dead and you're a shifter of some type---then you were the one who came into the bathroom! You are why I am losing my goddamn mind. Stop acting so innocent and stop with the bullshit. You can deny this all you want, but I know that you were the one callin' me a goddamn weirdo in the bathroom."<br/><br/>It looked like what was left of Mira's fear had started to flee her. She felt unafraid, for whatever reason, of Kai. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact Chuck was dead---everyone else she knew thought she was dead, she didn't have a job anymore...There was quite literally nothing for her to live for. She might as well get all her words out while she could still breath. "Thanks for the pancakes, but I think I'm full with your lies."<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>To say the cooling blankets were unpleasant was the understatement of the century for Brie. The IV was whatever, who cared about that? Sometimes she had to get those when she had forgotten to take care of herself while working all day. Of course that was something no one else needed to know but the hospital staff. The blankets, though she needed them, were a certain type of hell. She knew that she felt like it was cold because her fever was so high and that once her fever was broken she would feel much better. Her muscles were sore from all the shivering she had apparently done throughout the night and now. But the blankets. Gods damn these cold blankets.<br/><br/>After about 30 minutes they rechecked her temperature and she heard a slight tsk from someone, "Well, we got her down to 100, which is a big improvement...but still a fever, obviously..." Brie barely opened her eyes, looking towards what she believed to be Thyme if her nose was honest with her. "...Thyme..." she mumbled, "...blankets....are too...cold. I...want these...two...out..." The two in question being the medical personnel within the room. If it was the flu, they weren't going to be very useful. They were just poking and prodding her at this point. Granted they were just trying to get blood samples to take back to the lab to make sure nothing else was going on, but it was still a pain in the ass and she just wanted to lay back down flat and die in her own bed in peace. "...I want...my momma..." she muttered in a miserable whimper. Never mind her mother had been dead for years on end now.<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>Plum had taken a shower when they had gotten back to PM and fell into a sleep almost immediately when she laid down. Distantly she recalled Ghost joining her in the bed and a phone going off in the background. It didn't matter though, slumber wanted her and she was too exhausted not to oblige. The back of her mind there was a tiny reminder that she had a job to do later on in the evening that day---but for now she'd just worry about how comfortable the bed was.