a series of unfortunate events

[attr="class","landfill-scroll"]Ugh. So childish. She neglected on giving him any more attention however, exiting the house and heading to the store. Maybe if she bought enough food to stuff into his mouth, he wouldn't be able to talk around it. But even that was probably going to be more of an irritating task than it would be with anyone else. She swore she'd seen Inklings with better manners.

The rest of the day went by fairly quickly to her surprise, in spite of their arguments and her temper flaring up, time seemed to zoom by when she was taking care of Crow. It didn't feel long before he had fallen asleep again (or passed out due to a reopened wound, one of the two) and she was left to clean up the mess left behind.

Artemis found herself unable to get to resting so easily, however. She tossed and turned on the floor, and sometimes when she finally fell asleep, she'd wake up five minutes later with a panicky feeling that Crow had just done something stupid again and was about to get himself killed, only to find him snoozing away. She berated herself for even worrying over the Soldier, he was a man and could take care of himself - and not to mention not one of her favorite people. ...But nobody deserved to suffer.

When she awoke, it was not with pleasure, and she felt an awful headache coming on. Rubbing at her forehead, Artemis took in a breath. She began to get up, and then paled when she saw the time. With a frustrated noise, Artemis hurried to her feet, practically beginning to zip around the room doing her morning chores. The dishes needed cleaning, Crow's bandages needed changing, the shelves needed dusting - in the moment she found herself getting upset with Crow, as if he was in any condition to function as an alarm for her.

Growling, she hopped into the shower with a vigor that came purely from rage that day. She scrubbed herself down in ten minutes flat just like she always did, and wrapped her green towel around herself. She nearly busted the bathroom door down, stomping over to her bedroom area. "Get up, get up." She shook the bed instead of Crow as to not offend his injuries.

With that she went over to the dressing. "You've gotten me late - there is no way I'll be able to do my morning patrol now thanks to you - why are you so -" She didn't want to say useless, but, useless. It wasn't his fault, she kept trying to tell herself that, but having such an...interesting guest around the house was starting to mess up her daily routine. Which irritated her. Greatly.

Picking away at her drawers, she perked up at the sound of the tea kettle going off. "Hold these," Artemis quipped, flinging a bra towards him, unknowingly hitting Crow square in the face. Underwear, shirt, and pants followed. "And if you need anything you better say it now or forever hold your damn peace."

[attr="class","landfill-scroll"]It was only after Artemis turned off the stove that she addressed Crow's broken off complaint, unsure of why it had fell short in the first place. He better not have opened up a wound again. She sighed. "I'm taking that as a no." She told him, turning around and heading back over to the bed. Artemis opened her mouth to tell him something along the lines of do you mind but it seemed he was already turning his head away. What a gentleman, she thought sarcastically, but was glad she didn't have to struggle her way back into the bathroom just to get dressed.

Artemis let the towel drop to the floor and started to pick up the clothes from Crow's lap. She got into them, having some difficult getting into the jeans at first, as they along with the shirt clung to her damp form. Artemis exhaled when the small task was done. "Okay." She announced, though mostly to herself and she ran a hand through her tentacle hair, thinking to herself on what she needed to do next.

Ah. Food. She couldn't let Crow rot away in that bed. Cursing under her breath, she went back to the kitchen, pouring out two cups of tea just as she had done the day before. She got a few pieces of bread and popped them in the toaster. "I'm gonna make you a few sandwiches to tide you over while I'm at work, but what do you want for breakfast?"

[attr="class","landfill-scroll"]The question took Artemis off guard a little. She raised a brow in confusion when she glanced. "What? You were turned around. I assumed it was for that reason." Her expression turned to annoyance again at seeing him sit up. "You're impossible." Was all she said to scold him, too preoccupied to try and convince him to lay back down. Their conversation was cut short by the sound of the phone on the wall breaking out in loud rings. Artemis perked up, bringing Crow his cup of tea before heading to answer.

"This is Artemis. Who is calling?" The woman inquired, and for a few minutes after just listened carefully. "I see. Alright. And tonight? Late. Okay. Got it. Thank you Sir." Hanging the phone up, she paused, then glanced to Crow. A smirk appeared on her face. "I don't have to patrol until nine PM. You know what that means?" Her expression was almost sadistic, Crow's refusal of being fed spurring her on. "You're gonna eat, whether you like it or not. So drink up."

She started up the stove again, beginning to rummage through her cabinets. This way, she wouldn't have to make sandwiches, she'd just have a lot of breakfast leftovers. Well, that is, if she couldn't get Crow to shove it all down his throat. "I'm not gonna listen to the sound of your stomach growling all day."

[attr="class","landfill-scroll"]Artemis was now used to Crow being exceedingly difficult, so the impolite words thrown her way didn't phase her as she went about preparing the meal - some soup. "Well, I know I've broken a man's jaw with my fists before, so surely keeping yours open long enough to put a spoon in there won't be that hard." Artemis told him, tone nearly cheerful, but perhaps too patronizing to be genuine.

"Letting you bleed out with defeat the purpose of trying to feed you. I'm trying to fill your stomach, not empty it." Yes, definitely so. She was doing that again, where she spoke slowly to him as if trying to teach a infant how to speak his first words. Artemis knew it certainly got under his skin with that worthless pride of his, and she had to admit, it was starting to become amusing to see him get riled up.

The woman spared a glance back at the nightstand. "So aren't you going to drink your tea? If I force that down your throat, it might spill on you. And then you'll smell like tea until you can stand up long enough to make it to the bathroom. Though I suppose it's not the worst smell to have on your T-shirt." 

[attr="class","landfill-scroll"]"You don't know if you like that tea. You haven't even tried it. This is why I called you a manchild yesterday." She responded, exasperated at his insistent nature. He was very persistent, she'd give him that. Artemis became tired of arguing with him, at least about this particular subject. The jury was still out on generally. "You should be." She said simply, going about the next minutes in silence to finish the soup.

When it was all done and poured into a bowl, Artemis took in a deep breath, closing her eyes. She turned to face Crow with a determined arch in her brows, though her face softened considerably when she was by the bed. "Crow," She crooned, her voice genuinely sweet for once. "I don't really like fighting that much. I know you don't like being cooped up in here, and I know you don't need to eat." She leaned herself on the edge of the bed, almost laying over him, but not pressing her weight down so she could still hold the bowl without placing it on him.

"But it'll help you get back on your feet faster, and that's what you want, right? To be out of here as soon as possible? Please. Just humor me for once." She finished her sentence with a tired smile. "I'll owe you one, okay?"