you can call me great one

After class, Jaina made her way back to her room for what felt like the first time in forever, because she was kind of a brat about clinic stays and calling it "forever" was her way of internally whining about it. Besides, it kept her from thinking too hard about why she'd ended up in the clinic, along with about several other things she'd rather just avoid altogether. And she would be good and not spend all her time working, but that didn't mean she couldn't make transmissions home.

( because this is so easy to explain, rly )

After ending the call, Jaina went to the door just to crack it open, in case anyone was trying to be hovery, then laid down on her bed. Because no matter what she told anyone else... ow.


[Open post-phone call!]

After her meeting with Jacen was cut short, Jaina took off at a run for the dorms. She didn't know what had happened to John, and she didn't know why he felt perfectly fine to her, but she was sort of stuck on 'not him too'. Because of that, she was at the doorway to his room as quickly as possible, just slightly out of breath, demanding, "Are you okay?"


[For he who almost died, oops. Okay, that might not be clear this weekend. For he who almost died and lives in this room.]