theresalwayshope | 006} recalled to life (or 'tis a far, far better thing i do...)

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[Allison is still deathtolling in the infirmary, but she has her comm and she's not afraid to use it. It's been about two days: she hurts like hell, she's pale, and even after being resurrected from the dead, there's been a lot going on.

She's got a lot to do, and she faces it all with the brightest smile she can manage as the feed shows her, still in bed, and features still tight with pain she's fighting to hide, radiating from the puncture wound that stole her life...the wound that's no longer there.]

So...was that what you guys call a port? Because that...sucked. And not just because...[She falters over it, because regardless of the ship's metaphysical mechanics, there's something so wrong about saying it, enduring it...returning from it.]

...because I died.

[Drawing a shaky breath, she hides a wince as she goes too deep, tests her recovering body too much.]

I just wanted to let everyone know I'm here, I'm okay...and that anyone from Beacon Hills is on notice. If you know Lydia Martin, Stiles Stilinski, or Scott McCall? Check in with them if you see them. Have they eaten, did they sleep...and if they haven't, make them. As soon as I can walk, I'm getting out of the infirmary, and it's going to be business as usual.

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Seriously, I'm fine, guys. If you don't take care of yourselves, I'm punching everyone. No exceptions.

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Check in, you guys. I just want to make sure you're holding up okay.

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Hi. [Her smile is less bright, wearier and tighter with discomfort, but it's very genuine.] I'm still stuck with this...death toll thing...but I at least wanted to introduce myself. My name is Allison Argent, it looks like I'm going to be your warden temporarily.

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[Lydia knows what it feels like. It hasn't been too long since she went through the death toll herself. Except for her, the claws at her throat meant she felt very hesitant to even say anything. She did her best because she wanted to reassure Scott that she was okay and it wasn't his fault, but every time, it felt like her throat was being ripped apart again.

And that means she sees right through all of Allison's attempts of sounding cheerful.]

I should have a couple of travel mugs here, I will bring you both tea and cocoa. And yes, something for me to eat so you will actually relax about this.

[She's already getting up and picking up shoes so she can leave her room.]

Do you want anything else?

I am perfectly happy to help you eat anything you bring. [She hesitates, making a face because she's trying so damn hard to not admit how rotten she feels, but...

Her voice gentles with some understanding.]

I haven't been able to keep a lot down. Sometimes the pain makes me want to puke, you know? So just...get something protein heavy. We'll split it, you're not totally bending to my will, and Jack will be convinced I'm not malnourished.

...thanks, sweetie.

[At least she's admitting to it. But Lydia doesn't need to call her best friend on it. They both know what she's going through.]

I'll see if I can make you a protein shake or something. Might be easier on you.

I'll stop by the kitchen and I'll be right there.

And Allison? You don't need to thank me.

006} recalled to life (or 'tis a far, far better thing i do...)

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