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[ She nods. ]

That's...what Rose said. I never got into the game, so I wouldn't really know.

[He looks ridiculously distressed now.]

Oh god...

What happened in your timeline?? How did it become doomed?? I didn't cause it, did I...?

[He knows he's caused at least two doomed timelines by totally screwing up paradox space and the alpha timeline with his time powers... He didn't like doing it... people ended up killed that way...]

No...! No, it was my fault, Rose said it was John but--

[ She gets off of the couch and flings herself at him, fragile body protesting as she wraps him in a hug. ]

Don't be sad any more!

[Dave freezes up in surprise oh god, he's never had a legitimate hug before in his life. Not one that he can remember, anyways. He takes a deep shuddering breath before wrapping her arms around her gently.]

I... I'm not sad...

So you've talked to Rose? You... you must be from Davesprite's timeline... Where John was tricked into being killed by his Denizen? Jade, that wasn't your fault, you know, it was partially my fault for not stopping John...

[ She doesn't mind. Actually, Jade's been daydreaming about hugging Dave Strider for months. All of her friends, really.

And it's just as nice as her dreams. She sighs. ]

I don't know who Davesprite is, but...that's what she said. I don't think it was your fault, though. John was just trying to help.

No, John was being stupid and was listening to an alien girl he's never met over one of his best friends...

[He sighs and hugs her even tighter, though he's a little hesitant both because he doesn't wanna snap her thin body in two, and also because he's never hugged anyone before.]

Davesprite is the Dave from your universe, if I'm correct...

Jade, we should get you to the infirmary...

Oh...

[ She's silent for a moment. The Dave from your universe -- the sad one, with the crying eyes. The doomed Dave, the fragile one. She thinks.

She's not entirely sure. But she buries her head into this Dave's shoulder anyway. ]

Okay. Do you know where it is?

It's the second floor. Come on, we'll get you patched up, okay? Then we'll get you some food in the cafeteria...

[He reluctantly pulls his arms away from around her and takes her hand.]

Can you walk alright? It looks like you haven't eaten weeks...

I can walk fine, Dave... [ She sticks her tongue out at him slightly, giving his hand a weak squeeze. ]

I'm hungry again, though. I can't really keep anything down..

[Dave looks away from her, becoming suddenly interested in the floor to his side as red tints his cheeks.]

Did you eat any oatmeal yet? You have to eat that crap first before you can keep anything else down. No one really knows why.

I tried. But...

[ Also looking away, for different reasons. She's afraid to admit that she couldn't quite eat all of it. ]

[Dave sighs and tugs her along.]

Come on, we'll get you to the infirmary first, then we're going to the cafeteria, getting you to eat that shit, and then you can eat however much of anything you want, alright?

You need to eat something...

[ Oops, she realizes she's been dragging her feet and picks up the pace a bit, catching up to him. ]

Okay. I like oatmeal, it's just...really, really weird after only having pumpkins and stuff.

You survived off of pumpkins? Owch, that's rough...

[He lets out a bit of a sigh, squeezing her hand as he takes her down to the infirmary.]

I'm sorry that... Rose and I didn't realize you were still alive... I mean it's silly for me to be apologizing for something a me from an altnernate timeline failed to do but...

[God he can't help but feel partially responsible...]

[ She bumps against his shoulder, a small smile on her face. ]

Don't apologize. It's no one's fault.

[ But my own. ]

And it's not so bad, they just kept disappearing. So then I'd have to look for another.

You had to search for pumpkins that randomly disappeared? God that sounds both confusing and hellish.

[He carefully leads her from the steps to one of the many many hospital beds strewn all over.]

Here, take a seat while I get some bandages, there's plenty in here.

It was, it kind of sucked.

[ She sits down on the edge of one of the beds, staring at the clinical feel of it all. She hasn't seen this in months, not since her own infirmary exploded. ]

Okay-- [ A yawn. ] Sorry.

Don't know what you're apologizing for, Jade...

[Dave shuffles through the various medical supplies, pulling out band-aids and gauze bandages at random, plus some disinfectant before walking back over towards Jade.]

Thank god this place offers at least this much. Here, let me see your hands and arms.

Just for being me, I guess.

[ She holds out her arms to him. Her hands are the worst; they're covered in deep cuts and burns, as well as shallower injuries. Her arms show signs of more scratches, some deliberate and some not. These, however, are fading. ]

I could do it myself, I think...but I guess bleeding on them would make it worse, wouldn't it?

I'm not exactly sure why you'd apologize for being you, there's nothing wrong with you being you.

[Dave grasps one of her hands very gently.]

It's probably a good idea if you, y'know, give your hands a break.

[He starts putting disinfectant on the cuts as cautiously as he can. While on the inside this is vastly freaking him out, to see one of his silliest and more naive friends so badly cut up all over, he's not showing it. His face is rather calm.]

I keep forgetting.

[ She hisses. Ow. But one of them looks deep and long; she motions at it vaguely. ]

I think it needs stitches...

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Geeze, what did you do...

[He doesn't know if he can give her stitches, he's only 13 years old and just this blood here is making him kind of squeamish as it is...]

I might need to get Rose to help patch you up...

Don't worry, hand it over.

[ She holds out the other hand with the confident ease of someone who's stitched herself up for most of her life. ]

And...I think, this was from my broken guitar.

[Dave carefully pulls out a needle with some wire.]

Owch... maybe you should get a new one. Don't think I trust guitars that leave gashes in your hands.

You sure you can handle the... stitching? I mean I would probably botch it to all hell but Rose... knits or something... that's like sewing, right?

I've done this for years, Dave. Trust me.

[ Ironically, in the moment where she's most hurt, she sounds almost like her old self. She takes it from him, setting her teeth as she digs the needle into her skin. A hiss escapes her, but she keeps going. It takes her a moment, but eventually there's a line of small, even stitches on her arm. ]

I didn't know you were scared of blood, Dave.

[ That old Jade is back, the smiling and mischievous one, at least for a moment. She smiles at him, holding a hand out for something to cut the wire with. ]

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