Who: Joshua and Lullaby
When: late night
Where: Osbourne house

Lullaby felt shakey. All over. She didn't know if she was shaking, but she felt like she was. It had hurt again, in a vague sort of way, when she'd come back to life. Just drawing that first breath made her chest hurt, though everything else was perfect. Sean had picked her up and she'd had a few brief moments to be amazed at the fact that she was being carried. By someone who was flying, and then it had been over. There weren't the gunshots from when she'd cut out, just...one second the world had been full of awful badness, and then it was all silent and hushed. To say she wasn't sure what to do would have been understating it. Her mind was a mess, not sure what to latch onto or even if she should. She didn't even know where she'd been brought in at, but there was Joshua there. That filtered through better.

Sean had brought her in through an upstairs window. They hadn't seen or heard anything remotely resembling a vampire, which was something to be unbelievably grateful for, but just in case, that had been the plan. It was the room she'd slept in, and was now full of stuff for her, just in case she didn't even feel up to climbing stairs or moving around a whole lot. And Joshua was indeed there, helping to get her in through the window and walk her to the bed to sit. Just the pure relief was almost overwhelming, and his arms were almost immediately around her. But not too hard.

It was sort of fast, but she saw Sean leave. Noticed that there were people kind of hovered around the door, and then they were gone too. She went where led, and sat down, sort of having to re-adjust for a moment. Get herself back into gear. She was also being hugged, and she kind of mentally did that kicking thing. She shifted and hugged him back, arms going around him. She could feel injury on him, his shoulder was hurt. That was the most glaring of them, and in a sort of automatic gesture, she started to draw that in, shift it from him to her.

He felt it start, felt the constant pained throb in his shoulder begin to fade, and was ready for it this time. Joshua shook his head and pulled back to look at her. "No no, stop," he said, reaching for her hands to pull them away. "Don't, Lu, you need to rest. Can I get you anything?" He looked at her intently, eyes crawling over every inch of her face. It all seemed to be there, and it was pretty hard not to tackle her back and cling like crazy.

Lullaby couldn't think of a single thing she needed right then. Really, she flat out couldn't. She tried, even, considering some part of her mind remembered him telling her he needed her to tell him things to do. "What happened to your shoulder?" she asked. He'd interrupted the process, and she could feel an ache in her own shoulder. She didn't especially see why she shouldn't take the rest of it. But for the moment, she left it as is. A little part of her wondered if she did need to rest. Did she? Seemed kind of useless. And while she was sort of half aware still that things still seemed really calm and not direly violent or anything, but...still. She didn't know. It just seemed strange. She'd just been...dead.

In his time prowling through the floor, looking out of windows, when the time was getting close, he'd paused to draw a glass of water and put it on the bedside table. He didn't know if she'd want it, or if she'd need to eat or anything, but it was there. He leaned over to pick it up, offering it with a questioning raised eyebrow. "It got pulled out of socket when they drug me through the window," he explained. "It's okay, don't worry about it. How do you feel? You okay?" Really, she seemed really ... calm. But maybe that was normal, he didn't have the first clue.

She looked at the water, then took it, sipping a little, but not a lot. She also didn't really have an answer for him, so she tried to come up with one. "I'm okay." she said. Because she kind of felt like she had to be. In her estimation, she wasn't really allowed to not be okay. Forcing herself past the totally lost feeling she was having, she made her eyes focus and clear on Joshua. She smiled for him. "But you're okay." she observed. "I was...really worried." For those y'know. Few minutes she'd been alive.

He smiled back a little and nodded. "Yeah, I'm okay. Sean got me. And I tried to make him go back to get you too, but we were on the roof and it's really steep and he had to break a window to get me in, and by the time we got back downstairs it was ... too late," he rambled briefly. He left out the part where he saw her throat get torn out and that he and Dean had to be caged in the basement. "But it's so good to see you," he said in a rush, and hugged her again for a moment.

She rubbed his fuzzy head, and hugged him back, trying to be a solid presence. Just there. "Don't worry about it." she murmured. She supposed it didn't really occur to her to be upset that she wasn't saved. She'd...come back, right? Not that that was blocking out the memories of what happened or anything. But she was trying very very hard not to think about those in any capacity. All she needed was a little time to herself, but she just...didn't think she could take that yet. "No one else got hurt, did they? Everyone's okay?" she asked, rubbing at his back lightly, and she felt other spikes under there, little blackness bits, and she took a couple of those--though she did them quickly, so maybe he wouldn't notice quite so much.

The scratches on his back vanished unnoticed. They'd stopped hurting a long time ago, unlike his shoulder, and Joshua was absorbed enough in holding on to her that he didn't register their absence. He pulled back enough so that she could read his lips and nodded. "Yeah, everyone's okay. And we haven't even seen one tonight, so that's been good," he told her, reaching up with his good hand to brush some of her hair back. He'd kind of expected her to be more upset than she was, but maybe she was in shock or maybe he was just wrong. "You really okay?" he asked again, looking worriedly into her eyes.

That was relieving to hear. That there weren't vamps right now, and that everyone else was okay. It was a weight off of her shoulders she hadn't quite been aware was there, but she felt better. She tried another smile for him when he asked her again if she was okay, and she even leaned forward enough to give him a kiss. It was light, kind of not much more than a brush of one, but there. "I'm okay." she assured him. She really was no such thing, but she still felt like she couldn't tell him that. "You sure you are?" she asked, searching his eyes. She eased a tiny bit more of the pain in his shoulder, correcting a tiny bit more damage at a time, not a lot, but a little, and took a couple more scratches rapidly. Maybe she was learning.

He nodded again, doing some more not-noticing that she was continuing to fix him. He kind of didn't believe that she was as okay as she said; he didn't know how anybody could be after well, dying. With the way she'd been screaming, it had to have been horrific. As an understatement. He just wasn't sure if pushing was a good idea at the moment. "Sophie went shopping for you, there's plenty of clothes in here now, if you want ... to change and stuff," he said, still looking worried at her.

"Shopping? Sophie did? Really?" That made her blink and she looked around the room as if there was going to be evidence of this somewhere. Then she looked down at herself for the first time and noticed that she was filthy. Maybe not her skin so much, but god, her pajamas were ruined. Torn up, caked with dried blood, she was a mess. "I'll have to thank her." she said in a sort of quite, vague manner. Then she tried to kick herself back out of it and she looked back up at Joshua. "I look like hell, don't I?" she asked, with a weak sort of smile at him.

He shook his head immediately. "You look like the most beautiful thing in the entire world," he told her, and there was genuine feeling behind it. Her clothes were fucked up, sure, but she was back and alive again -- for the second time -- and that was more than enough for him. He looked at her for another beat, then leaned in to kiss her cheek softly before sitting back again. God, he wanted to just ... cling, but he didn't want her to absorb anymore of his fucked up shoulder, and she seemed sort of not all there.

She drew in a deep breath, then put her arms back around his neck, pulling him in for more of a hug. She didn't say anything immediately, he just looked...really worried. It left her wondering if it was because of the situation, or if she was being weird. What her head was landing on was probably a combination of the two. She probably was being weird. She just...didn't quite know how to stop being weird. Besides maybe having a little mini mental breakdown. That might be better. But she wasn't going to do that in front of Joshua.

Joshua hugged her back, because he couldn't ever not, and turned his head a bit to breathe her in. He was worried for her; it was fucked up to think that when she'd died this time, it had been worse, but he couldn't help it. Maybe it would bubble out later or she was still kind of coming out of it. He petted the back of her hair, not in any rush to let go of her. Even if she had an understandably hard time dealing, she was still back and alive.

Lullaby was kind of vaguely concentrating on the same thing he was. She supposed somewhere in the back of her mind she hadn't even really been sure she would be back. Like there was some chance that she wouldn't be, that something was messed up, that maybe she'd even been wrong about her death in the first place. There was a lot about the entire thing that still felt like a dream to her. Like it wasn't real, and yet, it was. She eased more of the pain from his shoulder, slowly, slowly, so he couldn't tell quite so much. She relaxed against him for a moment, and she realized in the back of her mind that she hadn't done that until just then. Not even when he'd been hugging her before.

He wasn't paying attention to his shoulder, he was focused on her. Joshua felt her relax, and it eased something in him in turn. He shifted just a bit so that he was cradling her easier, and just sat that way silently. There was probably nothing good he could say, anyway. There was a steady underlying thrum of it's okay, you're back, it's okay, I love you, it's okay to his thoughts, but he kept it internal. His fingers continued to drift slowly through her hair.

She didn't complain, didn't say anything, just...remained there for a few long moments. Part of her knew she had to kind of...start moving here in a minute. Because if she didn't? She was probably going to freak out. That wasn't doable. So, instead she stayed where she was while she could, then eventually pulled back to look up at him. Her shoulder really hurt by now, not that she was paying that much attention to it. It actually kind of helped focus her. It felt so wrong in ways to have been feeling so much pain a few minutes ago, and then to blip back, and be feeling nothing. It grouneded her. "I think I'm going to go take a bath." she said softly. There was almost a 'is that okay' on the end there, but she didn't say it. Couldn't.

Joshua nodded immediately, letting her go and sitting back. "Yeah, okay, sure, of course," he said. "I should probably ... get back to watching the windows and everything anyway." He sat there for another beat and looked at her, then stood up, because she might have girl-stuff to do before she actually like ... went in the bathroom, and though he was compelled to hover, he had kind of been given responsibility. "I'll be around, though, let me know if you need anything?" There was a 'please' in his tone.

This time when she smiled at him, it looked slightly more like her. "I'll let you know." she promised. Then wondered if there was anything she could come up with, or if she was just...not going to need anything. It still felt like she should come up with something regardless, even if he really hadn't meant anything like that. She stood up, and sort of half looked around the room again, wondering where to look for clothes. The drawers? She looked back to Joshua though, and let her gaze rest there for a long span of heartbeats. "It'll be okay." she told him. Random, maybe, but she really felt the need to say that out loud. Probably for both of them.

I'm supposed to tell you that. "I know. It'll be okay," he repeated after nodding, for emphasis. He gave her a small little half-smile back. Then leaned in to kiss her, soft and chaste on the lips. "Everything's in the dresser," he told her after he'd pulled back, since she'd been kind of looking around like she was looking for something. Since clothes were the natural next step after a bath, he went on and assumed. He backed a couple of steps toward the door, then turned, and with another lingering glance over his shoulder, slipped out of it.