@theotherguysride @norcumi
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Speed looks over at the crow outside a moment, glad that he’s not the only one who sees it this time, though he doesn’t know what it means that Rodri can see it too. Hopefully not anything bad.
“Anyway. Do you want to talk about what happened after whatever put you in the hospital?” Rodri is fidgeting absently, as if they don’t notice what they’re doing. “The crows?” They glance at the window again, where the black dog is still having a staring contest with the crow. “Or is it just one?”
“Just one, I think. At least now.” Speed leans back in the chair, looking up at the ceiling, and trying to ignore the dog resting its head on his knee. “There were a lot, before I woke up. A woman – the Morrigan – next to a shallow river, and crows in the trees all around her. Lots of crows. And then just one, after I woke up. Perched on the end of my hospital bed, but no one else saw it.” He pauses. “It was up on the IV stand when you came in. I think.”
“Somewhere that I wasn’t going to notice it, whether I could see it or not.” There’s a shift of fabric that suggests Rodri shrugged. “The Washer at the Ford, chooser of the slain. She have anything of yours there?”
“Yeah, actually. Clothes I was wearing, my badge, my gun.” Speed could see it again if he closes his eyes, so he keeps his gaze on the ceiling. “She called them my armor.” He snorts, remembering how sodden with blood the shirt had become, how useless fabric is for deflecting bullets. “My sword and my shield.”
“They’d be the equivalent, wouldn’t they? She washes the armor and emblems of those who will die, particularly those going into battle.”
“Maybe, but she wasn’t washing them when I got there. Didn’t even move to do so. Just told me I didn’t need them right then. Asked why she should return them, when I said I’d prefer to keep them.”
“Did you give her a reason?”
“I don’t know. I must have given her something to work with, because she told me to take them and go. But if I failed to keep my promises, I’d have to answer to her.”
Rodri laughs, and Speed lifts his head to look at them. “You made a promise, and I’d say that’s reason. Can you say what the promise was?”
“To ask for help.” Speed hesitates, looking down at the dog, which is still resting its head on his knee, watching him and thumping its tail against the floor. “I did ask, when I woke up.”
“Just then?” Rodri is watching him with curiosity clear in their expression . “Or is it something you’re going to have to ask for help with more than once?”
“Probably more than once.” Though how does he ask for help over and over when he has a hard time remembering in the first place?
“Something you have to do on a regular basis?”
“Yeah.” Speed frowns at Rodri, leaning forward.
“You have a calendar or something that you see every day?”
“My front door, but it’s an apartment, I can’t really do anything that’ll damage it.”
Rodri grins. “Artist tape, or magnets if it’s metal. Put something on there that’s a reminder. Something that isn’t just visual noise. Whatever works for you.”
“That’s the thing, I don’t know what’s going to work.”
“So you experiment. That’s what I do. Experiment until you figure out what works, and then use that. Make sure you have a reminder to at least ask for whatever it is you need help with. And if it’s more than one thing, ask more than one person.” Rodri holds his gaze even as Speed wants to look away. “It’s not easy, and it’s not always simple. You just try, that’s all you can do.”