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Tweak says, "i'm justa teenage dirtbag baby"

Shane Marion (wolfishane) wrote in bellumlogs,
@ 2009-12-06 09:43:00

Entry tags:

big bad wolf, willful child

Who: Shane, Shiloh and Aaron
What: Shane has a delightful hole in his stomach in need of stitching.
Where: 104
When: Immediately following this.
Warnings: Gore, mentions of wound stitching, and swearing likely.

All Shane wanted just now was to go to sleep. His vision was black around the edges and his head was light. It would be very easy just to lay back on the bed and pass out. Hell, it would be easy to pass out right now, and just let his body fall where it liked.

He focused on the pain throbbing in his side to keep himself awake and alert. Even exhausted as he was, he knew he couldn't afford to fall asleep, not when there was enough blood on his shirt to make not waking up a distinct possibility.

He kept one hand, still tipped with claws, wrapped around his stomach, covering the wound as he dully watched Shiloh fetch supplies to stitch him up with. God, he'd been stupid. This was it, for a while. He couldn't be hunting anyone down if it was going to endanger other people and nearly get him killed. This couldn't happen again, wouldn't happen again, and he wasn't going to continue his work until he was sure it wouldn't.

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auguries
2009-12-06 05:22 pm UTC (link)

Shiloh was moving calmly around the empty space that was the bedroom. He kept glancing up at the ceiling, mentally trying to decide how long to give Aaron before he panicked.

When he'd chosen to move his brother here, this was not what he had in mind. He hadn't stopped to look a gift horse in the mouth, but he was wondering if that was going to end up being a catastrophic oversight.

He pulled his turtleneck off, and the long sleeved shirt beneath it, leaving his chest bare; there was no point in ruining the few items of clothing he had with blood. His chest, back and arms were a menagerie of stitched up, angry lines scarred over.

He fished a paper bag from his dresser, and he dumped it beside Shane on the bed. All the ingredients of a homemade first aid kit spilled out on the mattress. None of the items seemed particularly new. He pushed needle and thread and gauze aside, and he picked up a pill bottle with a foreign name out of the pile, taking two pills and holding them to Shane. "For infection."

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wolfishane
2009-12-06 05:30 pm UTC (link)

Shane looked from the pills to Shiloh and turned his head away. "No," he said. He had no idea what those pills were. They could be anything. He'd just met Shiloh ten minutes ago, and the fact that he'd insisted on helping him this far made him suspicious by default. "Why are you doing this?" He took in the crisscross of lines on Shiloh's chest and felt something akin to curiosity despite the gravity of the situation.

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auguries
2009-12-06 05:36 pm UTC (link)

Shiloh didn't get upset or argue when Shane turned down the pills. "Infection isn't pleasant," he said simply, putting the pills back in their bottle and leaving them where Shane could reach, should he change his mind.

He found a pair of small scissors in the pile of items, and he started cutting away the shirt Shane was wearing, carefully, at the hem. "Because Aaron wouldn't leave you," he said plainly, looking at Shane's face. He wasn't planning on asking any questions, not unless Shane offered something first. Shiloh knew when to stay quiet.

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wolfishane
2009-12-06 05:43 pm UTC (link)

Shane ignored the comment about infection, trying not to think about it. He held as still as possible, trying to focus on talking. If nothing else, it would help him stay awake. "Your brother?" he asked. Shiloh seemed incredibly protective of him, so he had to assume a family tie of some kind.

He thought back to Aaron's face when Shiloh had asked for his opinion on him. He shuddered, in too much pain to keep his reactions under the surface. How had he known that? Had he guessed? He didn't like that, didn't like the idea of anyone knowing what was going on in his head, especially not now when every move sent a ripple of pain through him, making him exposed, snappish, vulnerable. He hoped the kid stayed away and didn't come back.

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auguries
2009-12-06 05:49 pm UTC (link)

Shiloh pushed Shane's shirt open, once it was cut to the neck, and he stood wordlessly and walked to the bathroom. He came back with a damp washcloth in his hand, and he pressed it to the wound on Shane's abdomen as he sat down again. He needed to see how much of what was happening here was blood and how much was injury.

The blood flowed freely when he pressed, and he glanced up at Shane's face to gauge the pain there. "It's deep, but it won't kill you," he finally decided, after looking down for a few more moments. "My ward."

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wolfishane
2009-12-06 05:55 pm UTC (link)

He flinched when Shiloh pressed the cloth against the wound, his pupils wide and dark. He bared his teeth without thinking, and closed his lips as soon as he realized he was doing it. Christ, he had to get a handle on himself. "Good," he said, although it was hard to tell how much he meant it.

"Why do you have him?" he asked, looking over at him, eyes still a little unfocused but that unshielded stare bright, fierce and hard.

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auguries
2009-12-06 06:01 pm UTC (link)

Shiloh's eyes went to Shane's clawed fingers when he heard the hiss, thinking them the most immediate concern. For Shiloh, claws on hands were like snakes that talked in Eden and creatures from the Apocalypse - not an everyday occurrence, but not something to be very shocked over. He did, however, know that they were sharp and could cause pain.

He pressed against the wound until the blood slowed, despite Shane's reaction, and then he picked up the small bottle of peroxide from the pile of items. A quick splash. "Man died," he said, again, plainly, as he looked at Shane's face. "This building, is it always like this?" A question for a question.

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wolfishane
2009-12-06 06:05 pm UTC (link)

Shane gritted his teeth against the sting of the peroxide and kept from making any kind of noise. He'd been injured before, shot and stabbed both, but mostly grazing wounds. Never had he been hurt this deeply or this seriously. "Yes," he said, though he didn't really know what 'this' meant--the situation at present, or the trouble caused in it in general. "It's not a normal place."

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auguries
2009-12-06 06:08 pm UTC (link)

Shiloh didn't like the sound of that, and he wondered about the man who gave him the key to this place. He didn't have a name, couldn't track him down if he wanted to, and it made him uneasy.

He watched Shane's face, took in how he dealt with the pain. He was tough, this man, and it showed in more than the marks on his torso. He laid a soothing hand on his wrist, but he didn't offer any words of comfort, just a touch as the peroxide did its work.

	wolfishane 2009-12-07 03:06 am UTC (link)
	"No," he said flatly, finishing off the glass of water and turning with a slow care born of pain. "I'll be gone as soon as I can make it up the stairs." He put the glass in the sink, and cast a glance toward the box he was holding. "So I won't keep you from your Lucky Charms for long." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)