"How poetic," Poppy said sardonically, raising an eyebrow. She hugged her legs to her chest, and continued wryly. "I'll tell you what, when we get out of this mess, we'll write a book with that exact premise and sell thousands and then split the royalties. Deal?"
"No, I already get paid enough. You can do it by yourself if you're up for it, though." He chuckled jokingly. "I might help, if you need it."
"Bah!" she said, waving off his offer. "We'll probably never see each other again after all this. Don't worry about it. I'll just make it myself."
"So you don't want to talk to me after this? Is that what you're saying? I understand," he teased, a grin forming on his face.
A peculiar expression crossed her face. "No, it's not that I don't want to talk to you," she protested, sounding a bit shocked. "I just thought that you'd have better things to do."
"Mm. Right. Or working. Or.. I don't know. Partying. Whatever it is you do when not spending time in the forest with a medic," Poppy said, shrugging. (Hey! We made it to 800!)
(In such short time, too. Wow, haha) "I normally read when I have nothing better to do. It's calming and educational. Best way to spend time."
Poppy leaned in slightly, resting her head on her hand, her eyebrow raised teasingly. "Oh, so you're an intellectual now?" she asked with mock skepticism. "I would have never guessed."
"Tired?" she asked sympathetically. "I suppose my little stunt this morning didn't make for a very pleasant awakening."
She glanced over at him for a moment, concerned. "Ach. I won't be able to check on you as thoroughly as I'd like to without my bag. Would you mind sitting up for a second?"
She looked down at him sternly. "You were shot in the chest just a day ago," she warned. "I don't want you to die because you were trying to act tough."
"I already told you that I would rather live than look cool. If I thought it was serious, I would say something."
She sighed, slight annoyance creeping in. She didn't really seem angry, just worried, and she looked down at him with a furrowed brow. "Fine. You should at least sleep then," she said firmly. "I can keep watch. We don't really have anything better to do, and if we're going to be taking turns tonight, we'll each lose half a night's sleep unless we make up for it now."
She pretended to look offended. "Me? Create a bad scenario? Please, have a little faith," she said, waving off his concerns. "Go. Sleep."
"Hmph." He turned onto his side, facing away from her. It took him minutes to fall back asleep, his breathing shallow as he relaxed.
