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Wraith
Sloan didn't address the typo, but promised she'd look for his backpack and bring it over after school the next day.
On the phone with Lance, Dark sounded tired and hollow. Although Bernice did make sure he was okay, her demand he take the next day off tomorrow seemed only about half from concern for him, it also came with the heavy current of the school needing to do their own investigation, because they couldn't have a teacher getting into a fight on school grounds, so when he was speaking with Lance, he had little energy left to pretend. He couldn't even maintain his usual laconic responses to the usual, irritating questions both he and Lance knew were only asked as a formality. Like Xander, he played down the extent of his injuries. He was a bit sore. That was the extent of it. At the end of the call, Dark sighed heavily and shut his eyes. By that time, Daizi had left to finish dinner, bringing Ivy with her, because if the soup burned, then it would make an already difficult day that much harder.
But the soup did not burn, and Daizi made sure everybody ate. Dark even came downstairs for dinner, doing his best to seem completely okay for his children, to try to prevent them from feeling any guilt or concern for him. He was okay, it was important to him they thought he was okay, and viewed him exactly how they viewed him twenty-four hours ago. Because he couldn't stop imagining their faces.
He fell asleep that night, but dreamt of fire and bombs and more which, had he remembered it when he woke, he wouldn't be able to describe. Daizi nudged him awake a few times, once making him take more pain medicine, but there wasn't much else she could do. At least he was able to get some amount of sleep.
Come morning, Daizi was awake first, so she could make breakfast for everyone. As she sat in the quiet of the early morning, reflecting about everything that happened yesterday, she finally picked up her phone and called her friend, because everybody else was asleep, so she didn't have to be supportive just then. "Hey Sally," she said, "Sorry, I know it's early. I thought you'd probably be getting ready for work."
On the phone with Lance, Dark sounded tired and hollow. Although Bernice did make sure he was okay, her demand he take the next day off tomorrow seemed only about half from concern for him, it also came with the heavy current of the school needing to do their own investigation, because they couldn't have a teacher getting into a fight on school grounds, so when he was speaking with Lance, he had little energy left to pretend. He couldn't even maintain his usual laconic responses to the usual, irritating questions both he and Lance knew were only asked as a formality. Like Xander, he played down the extent of his injuries. He was a bit sore. That was the extent of it. At the end of the call, Dark sighed heavily and shut his eyes. By that time, Daizi had left to finish dinner, bringing Ivy with her, because if the soup burned, then it would make an already difficult day that much harder.
But the soup did not burn, and Daizi made sure everybody ate. Dark even came downstairs for dinner, doing his best to seem completely okay for his children, to try to prevent them from feeling any guilt or concern for him. He was okay, it was important to him they thought he was okay, and viewed him exactly how they viewed him twenty-four hours ago. Because he couldn't stop imagining their faces.
He fell asleep that night, but dreamt of fire and bombs and more which, had he remembered it when he woke, he wouldn't be able to describe. Daizi nudged him awake a few times, once making him take more pain medicine, but there wasn't much else she could do. At least he was able to get some amount of sleep.
Come morning, Daizi was awake first, so she could make breakfast for everyone. As she sat in the quiet of the early morning, reflecting about everything that happened yesterday, she finally picked up her phone and called her friend, because everybody else was asleep, so she didn't have to be supportive just then. "Hey Sally," she said, "Sorry, I know it's early. I thought you'd probably be getting ready for work."