An Arcane Scrapbook Collection

DWC /// Day 1 - Feign Comfort

The silence welcomed me into its cold embrace with open arms as I entered the apartment. The sight of last night's struggle still lingered in the form of broken glass and the occasional bloodstains on the carpet and couch.

I made my way over, leaving the grocery bag on the floor before plopping down on the soft cushion. I picked up the comlink from the tabletop and pressed it against my ear, tapping the small device once as I muttered out a broken whisper, my voice still coarse. "Jace?"

Silence.

As expected. I sighed and leaned back, resting my head against the backrest of the couch, allowing myself just a few moments of rest before shifting my attention to the reddened stain on the sleeve of my yellow sweater.

I rubbed the tired out of my eyes then proceeded to carefully pull the sleeve off in order to not strain the injury and was left with the blood-stained bandage. I stared, for an unhealthy amount of time, somehow unable to look away, until eventually, I gathered myself up, reaching into the bag and searching for the new bandages.

I pulled it out of the packaging and left it on my lap, now focusing on removing the old piece first. Ever so gently I began pulling off the gauze, grimacing when it started pulling the exposed flesh with it, unyielding to my efforts to remove it.

Taking in a deep breath, I gave it one final tug and pulled it off, groaning out at the sharp pain. A few trails of red rolled down the side of my arm, which I quickly wiped away with the bandage, applying pressure until the bleeding stopped once again.

I unrolled the bandage then held it in place as best I could while trying to fasten it around my injury. It proved quite as hard as one might imagine but eventually, I managed to clumsily fasten it, now able to finally let the injury rest.

I let out a sigh of relief, my mind immediately shifting to Jace once again. I reached for the comlink, tapping on the device gently to turn it on. "Jace...?" silence again. But somehow, it felt like she could hear me. And that was something I'd settle for right now...

"If you're hearing this... I just wanted to say- that I- uh... I'm fine- and I hope you're too..." I cleared my throat in an attempt to speak up, but it didn't work. My body too tired to cooperate. "I... I'm going to sleep now... it's um..."

I glanced at the clock on the wall, the numbers glowing into the dark of the room. "...It's like 4 am... But um... I'll see you-..." I trailed off, my attention caught by the red fabric on the other side of the couch.

Jace's scarf. She must've forgotten it last time she was over. I reached over with a grunt and held it in my hands, feeling the coarse texture on my hands.

"...I'll see you when I see you, I guess..." I brought my hand up to the comlink, waiting a moment for a reply, but there was none. "Good night, Jace." and with that, I took the device off and left it on the tabletop, letting out a tired sigh.

It wasn't until I was lying down on the couch, that I noticed how tense I was. Normally I'd do something of a stretch or exercise, but I was so tired, everything ached.

I held the scarf close to my chest, even if she wasn't actually here... with the smell of her perfume, I could at least imagine it.

It wasn't much, but it was comfort. 

WC: 615

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My prompt words: Bandage, Radio silence, red scarf

It's not very edited- which is why it kinda sucks, but I might use this for a scene in a future story >:) 

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Dailey writing challenge (DWC) where I'll be given a prompt to write a small 30 min piece on it to exercise my writing!