Demi Rafferty (enavant) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2016-09-29 15:57:00 |
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[Demi was sitting cross legged on her bed, phone in hand and anxiously chewing in her lower lip as she waits for Isaac to pick up. When he does her whole posture visibly relaxes] DEMI: Hey you [said softly and with a ghost of a smile.] So are my boobs as fantastic as Nina’s? [she holds the phone out far enough to get the upper half of her body into the video frame] Or do I need to feel jealous about that comment you made? ISAAC: [leaning against the headboard of the bed, Isaac gives Demi a weak smile.] Nah, baby, you don’t need to be jealous. Pretty sure she was wearing another woman’s shirt and I thought for a brief moment that she’d gone out and gotten a life. [he isn’t feeling too great, with the sore throat and the runny nose, but is doing his best not to let Demi see him struggling.] DEMI: Oh my god, Isaac Callahan you can’t just drop a detail like that and have no other information to give me. [she gives him an incredulous look.] Nina was wearing another woman’s clothing? Why am I locked up in here when something interesting finally happens. [sighs and then focuses back in on Isaac.] How are you feeling? And be honest! ISAAC: If I weren’t stuck in quarantine, you’d better believe I would be getting all the details. [he chuckled lightly, though it irritated his throat and turned into a cough.] Uh, I’m fine. Really. [his bravado was gone because she’d just seen that he wasn’t fine and this was bad.] DEMI: Damn quarantine! [she flashed a smile that quickly fell away as Isaac coughed.] You’re not fine, Isaac. [her tone made it clear he shouldn’t argue with her.] How long have you felt like this? [she can’t hide the concern -- tinged with fear -- that has crept into her voice.] ISAAC: It’s not so bad. Just started yesterday. I’m sure it will blow over. [resists the urge to clear his throat, so as not to exacerbate the situation] DEMI: Isaac, you don’t know that...it could [she pauses, afraid to say it aloud.] It could be something worse. [sighs while she pulls at a loose string on her shorts.] Does the medical staff know about this? ISAAC: [sighs and runs a hand through his hair.] Don't even say that. The staff knows and they're monitoring me extra but I've lived through a bite before. Why would this time be any different? It's probably just… Fuck, allergies? I don't know. DEMI: Do you have allergies? [she can’t hide the hopeful tone in her voice that wants to believe that’s all it is.] For the record you’re not allowed to die on me. I’m going to get out of here, you’re going to get out of here and then you’re going to take that month of vacation we talked about and have mind blowing sex. [smiles though it’s strained around the edges, she’s trying to act much calmer than she feels right now.] We can’t do that if you’re dead. ISAAC: [rather than answering her question he let out another sigh.] It’s not like I’m trying to die in here, baby. I want nothing more than to get the fuck out of here and just… be with you. [his voice cracks, the emotional strain about what his symptoms really mean starting to wear on him.] DEMI: [fights down the lump in her throat and the intense fear that creeps up her spine at the idea of losing him.] I want nothing more than that too, baby. [sighs softly before forcing a watery smile to appear.] We’ve survived everything else the world has tried to throw at us, we’ll survive this too. ISAAC: [he swallows thickly, getting emotional at the thought of not surviving this.] Yeah… wouldn’t that just be something if-- [he stops short, not wanting to say it and instead says:] Yeah, we’ll get through this. DEMI: [she has to fight back the tears that a threatening to fall the longer she thinks about one of them -- namely Isaac -- not making it.] We’re tough as hell, you and me. So this thing, it isn’t going to get us. [her dark eyes are serious as she looks seriously at Isaac.] Baby, I love you. And I still have a lot of life I want to live with you. Getting stuck in here, it was just a hiccup. ISAAC: I always did hate the hiccups… [he stays quiet for a moment, not sure what else to say when things seem so bleak and he’s never been an optimism kind of guy.] I love you, too. [before he continues talking, there is a knock on the door and raising his voice he calls out:] Just a sec. [lowering his voice again:] Baby, I gotta go. The doctors are here to check me out. I love you. DEMI: [smiles softly at the remark about hiccups, though it falls when the knock comes at his door.] O--okay, I guess I shouldn’t keep you any longer, they aren’t really the patience type in here. [she says it as a joke, but in truth the doctors are all very matter of fact and straight to business. Even as she says she won’t keep him she has to fights back the urge to somehow convince him to stay on the line.] I’ll see you in eight days, baby. I love you. [it’s cheesy but she blows him a kiss before she hits the little red circle to end the call.] |