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Tweak says, "CHIGIIIIII!!"

adele nott can't See straight (seeswrong) wrote in flippedrpg,
@ 2012-08-13 17:37:00

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ch: can: adele nott, ch: can: arion carrow, p: ashton, p: carley

Who: Adele Nott and Arion Carrow
Where: "plaza thing" and then their cottage
When: monday late afternoon
What: Helping Adele home after a vision
Warnings: unlikely

Adele had managed to stagger into a little nook where she could vomit in peace, leaning weakly against the wall. She didn't want to sit, she wanted to prove she could stand, but it was sapping her strength, and she found herself struggling to hold her toga in place as she slid down the wall to sit, managing to avoid the sick. Part of it was already stained with blood where she was trying to staunch the flow from her nose. At least her little nook was relatively dark and quiet.

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seeswrong
2012-08-14 10:03 am UTC (link)

"It's Captain Epsilon now," she reminded, keeping her voice soft so as not to hurt her own head. She pressed the cloak to her nose, moving to let him unwind the toga from her and closing her eyes. "I just need to rest. Just let me rest awhile, I'll be okay." For now. Arion had filled in most of the holes in what she knew -- she knew that these visions were killing her. She'd have expected herself to be angry, to rage at the futility of everything, but she'd just accepted it calmly. There was a kind of peace in it, really.

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	loverboy_carrow 2012-08-14 11:42 am UTC (link)
	"I know that." Arion said, continuing to get her undressed. "But Dr. Upsilon runs the hospital, silly girl." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	seeswrong 2012-08-14 06:13 pm UTC (link)
	"Oh." She'd forgotten about that. "Yes." She was feeling pretty weak and faint, she considered herself lucky she was verbal at all. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	loverboy_carrow 2012-08-14 06:33 pm UTC (link)
	Arion pulled her dirty toga off and tossed it to the floor, then reached for the clean one he'd found. Slowly, he eased her into it, dressing her like one would a fragile doll. "Let me check your nose," he said then, pulling the cloak from her face to check. "I think you'll be fine," he said. "I've seen worse." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

seeswrong
2012-08-14 06:41 pm UTC (link)

"I've had worse," she agreed. "Overall this wasn't too bad, comparatively. I didn't pass out or start talking gibberish. My nose didn't bleed that much." That seemed an odd thing to say, with the amount of blood still on her face even though the active bleeding had stopped. She reflected briefly that she'd still thrown up and had a horrible migraine, and that she was still an inch closer to death. What was her life that this counted as a good one?

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loverboy_carrow
2012-08-14 06:48 pm UTC (link)

"I always like it when you don't talk gibberish," Arion said, giving her a gentle grin. He didn't want to show her how he was really feeling. He knew that every vision led her closer and closer to the end, and all those feelings came rushing back on him. Her death, the funeral, the aftermath. He needed to get out.

Taking her hand, he brought it to his lips and kissed it. "I'll be right back," he said. "I'm going to get some water, then I'll clean your face up, okay?"

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	seeswrong 2012-08-14 06:51 pm UTC (link)
	Adele nodded. "Okay," she said softly, closing her eyes again and tugging the blanket up a bit. She needed to rest, to sleep. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

loverboy_carrow
2012-08-14 07:03 pm UTC (link)

Giving her hand a squeeze, Arion left the room, and their cottage. He went around back and stood there for a few moments before leaning against the outer wall and collapsing to the ground. She was going to die. He knew the date, he knew the time, and he knew there was nothing he could do about it. It wasn't fair.

He leaned his forehead on his knee and let himself cry. He hadn't cried in ages. He hadn't cared about anything enough to cry since Adele's funeral. But here she was. Young and beautiful, and dying all over again.

But he had to stay strong. He couldn't let her know how weak he truly was. Yes, she was going to die, but they still had each other here, and he was so grateful for that. Maybe one of the scientists knew a way to help her, to prevent her from dying back in their world...

"Pull it together," he told himself, standing and pushing off the wall. She needed him today, and he was going to be there for her. So he went back inside and got a small bowl of water. Heading back to their bed, he found her asleep. She would have looked perfect had it not been for the blood drying on her face.

Gently, he grabbed a clean corner of his cloak and dipped it in the water, running it softly over her skin to clean her up.

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