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"A-Amy, please!" Elijah slid from underneath the covers, both of his hands up, trying to regain her attention before the mug of coffee grew wings and migrated across the room. "They split before t-this whole Alice fiasco!" Taking two steps forward, he inched his way towards his adoptive grandmother. "If you need to be mad at anyone, be mad at my sister, not Josephine." He danced around the fact that Jack had been the one who was indiscreet first as that was Amy's son, and hell hath no fury. "Let's just calm down and be rational for a moment..." Finally at Amy's side, he wrapped his hands around hers and the steaming mug, slowly lowering it and gently removing it from her fingers. "Nothing happened. It looks a lot worse than it really is." Elijah said, smiling down at the older woman, "Would I lie to you, Granny?"
Quirking an eyebrow at Jack as he watched Alice drift off, Marabelle felt a smile form on her lips. There was more than a brother-sister love going on. Although she always knew her daughter's love of the Navigator, she had almost been certain that it wasn't returned. Alas, here he was, staring longingly down at Alice with the same expression that appears on her husband's face as he gazes at her. "I've got it from here, Jack. Go get something to eat. Your mother is cooking." With a shake of her head as he vanished out of the room, Marabelle allowed herself to laugh. Never in a million years did she expect things to turn out this way. Dipping a rag into a basin of fresh water, she got to work cleaning up her daughter's wounds.
The sudden opening of the door nearly startled Elijah off of the bed. Untangling his limbs from Josephine's in one fluid movement, he stared blearily at the intruder, reaching for a weapon that wasn't there. "Amy? What's wro--" All at once, his mind cleared and he realized now what Amy had walked in on. Looking down, the sheet had pooled around his waist, hiding the fact he was wearing pants, while Josephine's leg was bare and tucked on top of said sheet. "T-t-this is really n-not what it looks like!" He stammered, his face turning a brilliant crimson.
Closing her eyes as Jack's cool hand touched her face, Alice took in a deep breath and tried to lay still, even as the man beside her jumped. She would have opened her eyes to look at her mother, but it wouldn't have done any good. Marabelle moved from the doorway, softly closing the door behind her. Sitting on the very small edge, she studied her daughter's appearance, her heart breaking at every stitch she had to put into her skin to put her back together. "It's alright Jack, I won't breathe a word of this." Patting his cheek, her smile remained on her face. "How are you feeling, honey?" Alice finally cracked open her eyes and tried to focus on her mother's face. "Everything hurts.." She murmured, her hand reaching out for Marabelle's. "Let me give you some morphine... It will put you back to sleep, but that's what you need." Resting her daughter's hand back on the mattress, she moved to the end table and filled a syringe with clear fluid. In one movement, she wiped Alice's arm with iodine and stuck the needle deep into her muscle, injecting the pain killing drug. Without even a wince, Alice turned her attention back to Jack as he hovered nearby. "Please stay..." She mumbled, the numbing agent already working through her veins.
Alice got about three-quarters of the way through the second glass as Jack explained what had happened. Resting her head back against the pillow, she looked up towards the ceiling. "Like I was thrown off and trampled by a stallion." Pressing her lips together, she shifted her weight to a more comfortable position. Even if she had wanted to, there was no way she would have been able to get up and move around. Flexing her hands, she felt the skin on her fingers pull and stretch letting her know just how damaged her body was. "Remind me not to do that again..." She groaned, finally letting her expression unscrew as she sank her weight back into the mattress.

Hearing voices coming down the hall, Marabelle set her mug on the counter and made her way towards the room that Alice was currently occupying. The scene she saw before her as she stood in the doorway was endearing. Remaining still, she just watched as Jack tended to her daughter, hovering, but being careful to respect Alice's space. Smiling, she crossed her arms and leaned against the door frame.
Frowning as she was directed to lay back against the mattress, she felt more muscles pull and felt more of the damage as she tried to control her descent. As soon as the glass touched her lips, Alice practically drained it without coming up for air. The room temperature liquid soothed her rough throat bringing her a little relief. "How bad am I?" She asked quietly, not sure if she wanted to hear the answer. Looking over towards the movement, she could make out the shape of the person beside her, but still couldn't see detail. Between the moment of getting out of the carriage at the dock and waking up, Alice couldn't remember anything. "Better yet, what happened?" It was then that it clicked who this person was beside her. Jack.
The movement beside her froze her on the spot. Not being able to see made Alice wary of everything that could possibly bring harm to her. The voice was familiar and should have calmed her down, but it made her more anxious. "I-I..." She breathed, squinting in the dimness of the early morning, trying to place a face to the phantom voice that asked how she was feeling. "can't see.." She croaked, swallowing hard to get some moisture in her throat. Everything hurt and she was almost afraid to move as that would cause her more pain. Slowly bringing a hand in front of her face, she attempted to focus by narrowing her eyes even further. Nothing she did helped, but she assumed she was somewhere in Amy's house. Dropping her hand down to her lap, she angled herself so her body weight counterbalanced itself and she just sat, trying to sort out what had happened.
Although the night went by without incident and Alice's fever eventually came down, the morning was a completely different story. It was as if someone had reanimated a dead corpse. Sputtering and coughing, she woke up suddenly, sucking down air as if she hadn't been breathing for hours. Holding completely still as she looked around, her eyes couldn't tell her much as her vision was blurred from the medication they had been pumping into her while she slept. Alice's muscles were screaming from the burst of movement and her skin pulled against their stitches, fresh blood bubbling up almost immediately. "Where...?" She started to say, her dry throat feeling like it was going to crack. Licking uselessly at her lips, her hands went down to the mattress to hold herself steady as her body felt ready to drop out on her again.
Following the gentle physical request, Elijah looked down at Josephine, smiling softly at the tender peck she placed on his lips. "I didn't have an idea in the world where to even start. That's not something that I wanted ask about from the crew." Chuckling, he placed a kiss on her forehead. "Could you imagine? Approaching Christian or Samuel and asking for dating advice." With a sigh, he shifted, pulling his hand from underneath her shirt, but replacing it to the exact spot above the cloth. "But, as you said, all of that doesn't matter now." Tugging her body closer to his, he just held her, feeling his body's tension from the day slowly seep out. "We have plenty of time to discuss all of this. We need to get some sleep. Amy starts early."
All of the memories of Josephine coming to him in confidence about one issue or another passed through his thoughts as he decided how he was going to answer. "As I said, I was happier knowing I was someone you could talk to and be there as just a friend rather than try for you and get shot down." Elijah said, still staring at the ceiling. The first time she had yanked him away from his post on deck giddy like a little girl, he wrongfully got his hopes up. She had apologized saying she couldn't wait to tell him that the ship's navigator had shown interest and requested she go off with him the next time they made port. He remembered pretending to be as excited as she was, talking Jack up and talking about how she should accept. It had killed him to do it, but he had thought that Josephine only saw him like a little brother and never pushed it. "I never thought you saw me as anything than a confidant..."
Although Josephine's body language was worrysome, he didn't show that he noticed as she obviously didn't want to let him know that she has a bad thought. "Why didn't I say anything? Come on, Jo.." Elijah said with a chuckle, "I was still treated like a kid, pair that with the fact that every single man on board was vying for your attentions, I knew I didn't have a snowflake's chance in hell." Looking back towards the ceiling, he sighed. "I rather be overlooked than rejected."
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