The A-Train (goldenboyalec) wrote in amalgaversehigh, @ 2010-09-24 13:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | !ic, !logs, location: ford household, student: alec mcdowell, student: clara ford |
[Log] Should've stayed in bed
There's only so much time you can spend wrapped up in a blanket watching reruns of Behind the Music before you get a little crazy. Cabin fever eventually settles in Alec's brain so he grabs a shower, gets dressed, grabs his bike, and goes to pay a certain someone a visit even though he looks a bit like death warmed over. He thankfully makes it there in one piece without becoming road pizza. When he eventually shows up at Clara's house he slides off of his bike, lets it flop over onto the grass, then sits down next to it after knocking on the door.
Clara's home alone like she usually is at this time, and she's curled up on the couch watching TV lazily and not using her brain in any form. When the knock comes on the door, Clara sighs and turns down the TV before flopping off the couch and taking the long journey of like ten steps to get to the front door. When she opens it and sees Alec outside, she's happy of course-- except for the fact that he looks like he's about to keel over and die. "Holy fuck-- Alec, hey," Clara curses, going to drop down next to him on the grass. "Babe, you look like shit. What's wrong?"
Alec slumps against Clara with a weary little smile. He doesn't even care that he's gross and sweaty and pale. "I got tired of being at home so I decided to give you my plague," he whispers jokingly. "I didn't interrupt you or anything, did I? Sorry if I did." He lets his eyelids close and at the same time takes in a shaky breath.
"Hey, no-- shut the fuck up, you know you didn't," Clara says, and she actually sounds worried, even though she's cursing like a sailor, as usual. "You're a moron, you're sick, you can't be biking all over the place, what if you-- fuck, I don't know, just come on, can you walk?" She's going to try and support Alec enough to get them into the house so that she can baby him properly.
Alec puppy faces at Clara. He can't help it, it's like a default when he's feeling down or under the weather. "I think I can. Choo choo." Well, at least his humor's not gone! Still leaning against the smaller girl he gets to his feet, wobbles, then goes an even paler shade. "I...should sit back down," he mutters as his eyes roll back and he goes dead weight.
Clara is a strong girl, especially for her size, but she can't hold up all of Alec's weight, he's got like a foot on her. So when he slumps, Clara has to practically do some gymnastic moves to make sure that Alec doesn't hit his head on the sidewalk-- this means she's taking the brunt of the fall, but she doesn't care, she's had worse. What's important right now is the fact that Alec just /passed out/, and Clara is very close to having a heart attack herself. "Fuck! Fuckfuckfuck, Alec-- fuck, wake the fuck up, I can't-- Alec, you stupid son of a bitch!" She doesn't mean it at all; this is just how Clara freaks out.
Yeah, the passing out is pretty bad but it's nothing compared to what happens next. As if Clara didn't have it bad enough Alec suddenly goes tense from head to toe and starts convulsing like he'd been tasered a couple times. At least he's not foaming at the mo--oh, no, wait, there he goes. It's not a pretty sight, not one bit.
"Fuckfuckfuck--" Just assume there's a steady stream of that forever, because there is. And then the seizing starts, and Clara's about ready to cry, but-- she remembers that you're supposed to cushion the person's head, and... well, she's not going to leave him by himself, so she works to put his head in her lap as best as possible and bites back sobs, smoothing his hair back. "You fucking asshole, you would do this-- fuck, just-- god dammit just be okay, please."
Alec would thank Clara if he were, oh, in the right frame of mind, but currently he's out so please leave a message and his brain will get back to you. The terrible jerks and twitches last for what seems like eternity even though it's only a couple minutes, and at the end of it all he's limp and dripping with sweat. He makes a couple choking noises, gurgling, as a few final tremors hit.
Clara watches, makes sure he's as comfortable as possible, and then when he works his way down from it, she carefully, carefully puts him down. When she's up she's never moved so fast in her life-- in a second she's rushing back to the yard with a blanket and a pillow and her phone, which she's getting ready to call 911 with as she covers Alec up and settles him in her lap.
Alec twitches and pants like he just ran a marathon. It takes a while before his eyes can focus again and, even then, he still seems like he's not quite all there. He curls in on himself once he's covered with the blanket and he just lays there, on Clara, shivering like he's freezing cold. He's responding to her in some way, at least, even if he can't talk or move all that well right now.
At least he's responding. Clara wraps the blanket more firmly around Alec and brushes away the tears on her face with her sleeve stubbornly, dialing 911. "Yeah, hi, we're gonna need an ambulance, my boyfriend just had a seizure..." And she rattles off her address and such; the call takes maybe two minutes, three, and then she hangs up and drops the phone on the grass next to her. "Hey. If you can hear me, it's gonna be fine. I got you, and I'm not gonna let a damn thing happen to you. So just-- try to relax, alright? It's okay." Clara rambles, running her fingers through Alec's hair gently.
Blinking a few times Alec does his best to focus on Clara's face. He's still disoriented but a little more aware of his surroundings now. He just can't seem to stop shaking. His lips move and he says something that might be her name, then tries to warm himself against her when he can move a little better. Oh, if he could just sleep, but something makes him think that's not a good idea.
Clara very nearly starts crying again when Alec says what sounds like her name, but she keeps it down and curls up around him a little more tightly. She figures that he's cold based on how he's acting, so she rubs her hand up and down his arm, trying to generate heat. "It's all good, just-- you're fine. Stay awake, yeah?" Clara mumbles, and she stays like that until the ambulance finally comes.