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Hands.
The first thing she's aware of. Gentle, caring hands caressing her cheeks.
"Ivy?"
Unsure, terrified trembling hands, gently stroking her hair.
"You with us mouse?"
Raphella. Raph..
Lights. Ceiling.
"my head.."
Ivy lets out a tired unsure groan as she tries to bat away the hands holding her.
"Whoa, whoa, gently mouse."
Marius. How long has...how long has...
How long have all of them been here?
"Relax. You had a seizure."
Arms. Why are they holding her arms down?
"Raphy?"
"Yeah babe?"
The hand caressing her cheek lovingly. So lovingly. It moves to grasp her hand it's own, moving it to lips. Familiar lips.
Iron.
Blood? Ivy knows she hasn't bitten her tongue in a seizure in...at least 50 years. There's no way of telling beyond asking when she's up to talk again. She's been known to bite through her tongue and swallow it. Most to Jonny's delight.
Perfume. Or cologne. It changes depending on where the hands are.
Corduroy. Lyf. The hands pull her onto a familiar corduroy enclothed lap, a smooth soft hand making it's way through her hair.
"Ivy? Can you squeeze my hand if you can hear me?"
Responsiveness test. Honestly she doesn't see the point, she's immortal. It won't kill her. It's just... uncomfortable.
Raphella. Raphaellas voice. Good. Safe voice.
She still squeezes her girlfriend's hand, despite her immortality.
"Good job baby."
Lips. Lips. On her face.
Germs.
Raphella.
"Ivy?"
Her name. Why are so many people...Brian?
"How long was the seizure?"
Clicking. The clicking of mechanical joints kneeling down next to her.
"3 minutes. She still seems out of it."
It normally takes Ivy a few minutes to get around to feeling like talking again.
"Responsiveness?"
Moving. Her finger comes up, flipping the concerned group of space pirates off.
"Apparently responsive enough to recognise us."
Brian grumbles, sliding his hands under Ivy's back.
"Come on. We're getting you to the sofa."
Ivy tries to let out a groan, just to feel her girlfriend gripping her hand again.
Before she finally lets her eyes focus.
Brian's above her, settling her down on the sofa. Raphella to her side, and Marius hanging around awkwardly, holding what appears to be the toy doctor kit the toy solider bought for them.
"I'm...okay.."
Ivy feebly tries to argue, just to be cut off by the lips of her girlfriends embracing hers, gently. Softly.
"I love you babe, but we both know how you get after seizures. I've sent the toy solider to get salt."
Raphella murmurs, kneeling down next to her girlfriend, leaving Marius and Brian, standing there incredibly single.
"Uhh... Raph, if you got your girlfriend, me and Marius are gonna leave-"
"But I'm a docto-"
Brian just picks Marius up by the collor like a sad saggy soppy little cat and drags him out, much to the amusement of Raphella and Ivy.
"Boobies."
Ivy deadpans after a few minutes of just lying there her girlfriend playing her hair.
"Not this soon after a seizure Ives."
It's not like she has a choice. Ivy is already trying to pick her up to cuddle.
She's lost the battle.