OOM-But-Not, Waking Up In Milliways

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Her eyelids feel heavy, like opening them would be too much work and it's a better idea to just lie here with them closed and listen to things.

And the sounds are . . . not unfamiliar, but not anything she usually hears with her eyes closed.

Meg is reasonably certain that she has been sleeping, there seems to be a pillow under her head, and she's under some kind of blanket, though she doesn't remember making a decision to lie down. Or to go to sleep. In fact . . .

In fact she remembers deciding to stay awake. Because . . .

Because Alain is . . .

Meg's eyes snap open and she sits up.

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"No, I wouldn't have," Meg says.

"But that doesn't change the fact that you should have asked.

"Please don't do something like that again.

"But thank you, for doing it this time. I feel a little better."

Physically, anyway.

[thursdays_angel]

"Sleep has a healing effect."

He does avoid promising that his actions will never be repeated. If the circumstances warranted it, he would do it again.

"I am glad that you feel better."

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Meg nods, absently.

"I should go back," she says.

She won't have missed anything there -- she'll go back to the moment she left.

But the longer she stays here, the longer this will all last for her.

[thursdays_angel]

She is still being watched, closely.

"You should have water. And food of some sort."

The human body requires a delicate balance of such things--sleep, food, drink--to keep it in good repair.

"You slept for some time."

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Again, it's a hard thing to deny.

Meg nods.

And then adds, "I'd kind of like to brush my teeth, too."

Meg is silent for a second, and then she asks, "Do you . . . do you know what's going to happen?"

[thursdays_angel]

Castiel tilts his head, eyes narrowed a bit.

A clear expression of, I do not understand.

And not about dental hygiene.

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"To Alain," Meg clarifies, impatiently.

"Do you know what's going to happen to him?"

[thursdays_angel]

Castiel meets Meg's eyes. And slowly shakes his head.

"No. I do not."

"But I have prayed for his well-being."

And for Meg's.

[noteful]

Meg nods.

It's kind of the answer she expected.

That doesn't make it the answer she wanted.

"Thank you."

[thursdays_angel]

Castiel nods in acceptance.

"Eat. And drink something. Then go back."

"And leave the rest to God."

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Meg just barely stops herself from pointing out that, in her opinion, God isn't exactly doing a stellar job handling "the rest" right now.

Or asking what the point of giving humans gifts and telling them use them is, if you're just supposed to leave things to God.

Because she doesn't feel up to debating theology with an angel right now.

And because, at the end of the day, no matter who she leaves the rest up to, there's always going to be a limit to what Meg can do.

And in this case, what she can do is eat something, so that she doesn't make things worse for everyone else by passing out in a hospital waiting room.

So, in the end, what she does is nod.

And then take a deep breath.

And stand. "I'm going to brush my teeth and maybe wash my face, and then I'll eat something. And have some water."

[thursdays_angel]

Castiel is relieved to see that Meg's habitual calm is not failing her.

"Do you wish me to wait?" he asks.

No one is expecting him anywhere.

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Meg shakes her head.

"No, that's okay. I'll be fine."

She doesn't plan to be here long.

And, this being Milliways, and her having apparently been asleep in the middle of it for who knows how long . . . well, Meg would not be surprised if other people wanted to talk to her.

"Thank you, though."