Room 238, early Wednesday morning

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Aeryn did sleep, though she woke up every time John moved. She has no idea what's happening, but knows enough to be Concerned. And if it wasn't for the fact that she knew Wednesday was John's busy day with classes, she'd be camped out here all day making sure nothing happened, or trying to talk him through whatever did happen.

Not sure if he's actually sleeping or just faking it, Aeryn slowly moves to get up from the couch, careful not to wake him if he is, in fact, actually out. They both have class first period. If he goes to his, she'll go to hers. Otherwise she's not leaving. Which is why she opens up the locker for the second time since she got back. She pulls out some clothes, and changes into them. Because putting up a fight about this right now is stupid.

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"There wasn't even a class last week," she says, watching his hands and trying to ignore it. "I could always tell the professor something came up." Not what, exactly. But something.

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"I don't think I'll go to my first period classes," John decides. "That okay?"

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"That's fine," she says, finishing the eggs because they look done enough and getting a plate for him. "Whatever you're comfortable with."

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"She's a keeper, John. Ask her for some toast too."

Bathrobe now, fuzzy pink slippers and curlers in his non existent hair.

"No," he snaps, whirling around to where he sees Scorpius. "Be quiet for one damn minute."

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She frowns, taken aback, then realizes he's probably not talking to her. She just watches him.

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"He won't shut up," John explainsm turning back to her. "He wants toast."

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"He doesn't deserve toast," she says firmly.

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That gets a smile out of him. So, he steps closer and kisses her softly.

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She kisses him back just as softly. And then she orders, "Sit."

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"Okay." He wanders back to the sofa and flops down.

Scorpius sits down next to him.

John turns away from him.

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She puts a plate of eggs in front of him, going to the fridge to get something to drink. And no, she's not making toast. Because she's taunting a hallucination she isn't having. And strangely enough, this isn't weird for her.

She takes a seat across from him. "Took me long enough to do this," she says.

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"It's nice," John says, quietly, eating slowly.

"I prefer over easy, John. Perhaps tomorrow?" When John looks over, Scorpius is wearing a 'Kiss the Cook' apron and a large chef's hat.

"I don't care what you like," he snaps, turning towards the place he's seeing Scorpius. "Let me eat in peace."

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She looks at where Scorpius is apparently sitting, frowning again. "Have you tried ignoring him?" she asks, because she has to.

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"I can't," he says quietly. "Because he's walking around and he standing near you and he sitting down and he's laying in my bed. He's everywhere I look. It's not just his voice."

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She places her forearms on the table, leaning forward slightly. "Do you believe me when I say I can't see him?"

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"Yes," he answers. "But that's even worse because that means something's wrong with me."

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"We'll find out what happened to cause this. It'll be all right," she tells him.

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He doesn't look entirely convinced.

Scorpius swings a stethoscope from his finger. "She's no doctor, John."

"I don't need a doctor," he snaps again, swatting at the space beside him.

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"I didn't say you did," says Aeryn, though she believes it's a really good idea.

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John drops his plate on the table and puts his face in his hands.

"That wasn't to you. Sorry. It was to Casper the Friendly Ghost."

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Aeryn wonders just how crowded his head is. "Who's Casper?"

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"Scorpius," he clarifies. "He's sitting next to me and taunting me."

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She nods.

She gets up to go back to the counter, and just to see what happens, she throws a discarded eggshell at the seat next to John.

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John eyes the eggshell with a frown and then a slight laugh.

"You threw an eggshell at my hallucination, honey."

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"Did I get him?"