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Evan Marchand (bitterlyimmune) wrote in immune_ic,
@ 2011-11-30 15:39:00

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# 2011 [11] november, evan, george

WHO: Evan and George
WHAT: George is not okay. Evan is not okay with that.
WHERE: Grand Central.
WHEN: 11/29, night.
RATING: Medium for language, perhaps?
STATUS: In progress

Evan was fully aware that he wasn't the perfect brother anymore. Not like he used to be anyway. But that didn't mean that he'd lost all the parts of what had made him the perfect brother in the past. Of course he didn't think he'd always been perfect. Not really. But back then, at least he'd had an inkling of what to do. Now, with Olivia and their mother gone, he'd just… fallen on his face when he was trying to pick up the slack with all they'd lost.

That didn't mean, however, that when George needed him he wasn't going to knock down anything and anyone in his path to get to her. Fortunately, when he'd gotten her message about feeling sick and lightheaded, he hadn't been too far away.

However, he crossed the safehouse in record time, getting back to the small area that the Marchands had claimed as their own and approached his sister, face visibly panic stricken as he crouched down beside her and pressed his hand to her forehead. "Georgie?" he asked, calling her by the nickname he'd always called her by as a kid and not caring who heard. "Est tu malade? Tu as besoin de quelque chose?"

Nowadays, even the smallest illnesses could be fatal, and Evan wasn't sure that he could handle losing anyone else. He pressed the back of his hand to George's forehead, feeling for any sign of temperature. No, he may not have been the perfect brother, or a terribly good human being anymore, but that didn't mean that he'd forgotten everything about taking care of people he loved.

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rebelinnature
2011-12-01 02:54 am UTC (link)

George was actually feeling pretty pathetic. Sitting huddled on her makeshift bed with her knees pulled close to her chest as George tried to keep as still as possible. It was sort of weird too since she couldn’t see. She’d squeezed her eyes shut as soon as she could after each and every reply she made on the forum. Looking at something for any longer than a millisecond left her feeling like she was about to fall over and it wasn’t a feeling she was particularly enjoying. Not that keeping her eyes closed made the spinning stop but it was more bearable and the instant feeling of falling like someone pulled the floor out from under her wasn’t there to make her stomach feel queasy.

But her brother was coming and that meant everything. If nothing else Evan would know what to do, and if he didn’t he would find someone that did. It didn’t matter that the majority of the time she couldn’t stand him he was still one of the last remaining family members she had left. He’d take care of her and she welcomed that thought embraced it because it would be like when maman used to take care of her when she had the flu or a simple cold. Well not exactly obviously but she wouldn’t have to be alone, fearing that maybe this was something worse than what it currently presented as.

She shrugged slightly even that tiny movement causing a new wave of intense dizziness to flood her senses making her whimper softly. Je ne sais pas. Pouvez-vous rester avec moi?

She didn’t want to be sick or ill or dying. She hated being sick, she just wanted this feeling to go away so she could do her normal things like read and maybe dance in an empty corridor. But she didn’t think she had a fever even as her brother checked, she didn’t have chills or felt overly warm. Maybe that was a sign that she’d be fine once the dizziness wore off.

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bitterlyimmune
2011-12-01 04:08 am UTC (link)

No fever. That was a small blessing in itself. He pushed some of her hair back from her face and leaned in to press a soft kiss to her forehead, trying to keep concern from his face and his voice. If she had no fever, maybe it wasn't as bad as it seemed. But she looked pale. And she had dark circles under her eyes.

"Of course," Evan responded to her question, sitting down beside her. "Just lay down, okay?" he suggested, reaching over to his pack and pulling his water bottle out. It was still full, halfway anyway, and the water was lukewarm, which was the best thing to give someone who wasn't feeling well. "Take a drink, okay? You might not want it right now, but it'll make you feel better in the long run," he said, opening the bottle and pressing it into her hand.

"Maintenant, repos, ma sœur. I'm right here, okay?" he said, leaning down and carding his fingers through her hair in hopes that it would relax her.

This moment bubbled up a little bit more emotion in Evan than he recalled feeling in a long time. It reminded him of moments when they were younger, picking up a young George from school early when she wasn't feeling well. He'd drive her home, give her crackers and ginger ale, they'd watch some corny kids cartoon and she'd always cuddle right up to him on the couch. Choking back an onslaught of wistful tears, he held his head high and tried to keep himself calm, despite the emotion this whole thing was causing.

It didn't, however, stop him from softly singing the song he always used to sing when she was little.

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rebelinnature
2011-12-03 03:52 am UTC (link)

George smiled at him grateful that he agreed to stay. She’d have felt pretty crushed and distraught if he hadn’t. Cracking open one eye she watched him reach into his pack and waited to see what he was looking for before laying down even though it sounded so very good to her right then. When the water bottle came into view she knew she’d made the right choice as it was pressed into her hand. Wrapping her fingers around the bottle she slowly uncoiled herself from her tight ball and took a few small swallows before handing it back. “I hope so.” She whispered and moving to lay down.

Without really thinking about it she rested her head on his lap and closed her eyes. Things were spinning in front of her again, but she didn’t plan on moving any time soon again. Besides big brother’s make the best pillows and it had been a long time since she’d felt this vulnerable and even now Evan made her feel safe. It didn’t matter that she spent the majority of her time mad at him he was her big brother he’d keep her from harm from those who would take advantage of her not feeling well. A small smiled forming on her lips as he sang to her. "Merci, pour garder le frère entreprise m'a grands." She murmured softly.

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bitterlyimmune
2011-12-04 10:23 pm UTC (link)

The fact that George was smiling at him was foreign on its own. The only smiles he recalled seeing from her for the longest time were ones when she'd just usurped him in an argument and was feeling particularly self-satisfied. They were smug, laced with irritation and not the gentle, loving ones like this that reminded Evan of when they were young. He was a little surprised when George listened to him without hesitation. It had been a long time since she'd done that; years, he wagered.

When she leaned her head against his lap he swallowed thickly, thankful that her eyes were closed because it afforded him the chance to reach up and wipe his own eyes without being noticed. It was hard, losing one's sister, and Evan felt like he'd lost her long ago… the same day he'd lost everyone else. "Any time, Georgie," he murmured to her, somehow managing to keep the emotion out of his voice as he spoke. "You know that I'd be crushed if anything happened to you." They may not have been able to get through a conversation without fighting anymore, no, but he was positive that George knew that much was true. Losing her or Danny would kill him. No question about it.

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rebelinnature
2011-12-05 03:06 am UTC (link)

She knew but it wasn’t something she liked to acknowledge normally. It made it more difficult to be mad at him if she kept that in mind all the time. And she’d probably spend a lot of time racked with guilt after she ran off a couple months back and had to be brought home by some guy. So she pretended to have fallen asleep instead of answering. Not that it was that difficult she was apparently pretty tired, she was out not too much longer after he spoke.

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