Katie Bell fights like a girl. Mean. (clearasabell) wrote in unforgivenrpg, @ 2010-10-04 21:53:00 |
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TAVISH: Tavish was confused. His dreams were strange, flickering between hospitals and forests, worried faces, battles, masks. It was all unsettling. Each time the dream changed he would moan, trying to get a grip on what was what, trying to wake up. His mind was entirely muddled and confused and the fog was unsettling to say the least. The visions of bright lights and worried faces seemed to be lasting longer, coming more frequently and while it was hardly pleasant the small glimpses of Bell he saw made him try to struggle for those moments. While he couldn’t remember what exactly, he knew something urgent was going on about Bell. He had never struggled to speak before and tried to reach for her instead. Nothing was working, he felt like he was being pressed down on all sides. His moans turned to whines and he started to doubt he’d seen her at all | |
KATIE: Katie had been pulling the night shifts with Tavish, waiting until Silas disappeared before returning to his side. She didn’t necessarily want to get caught by the Death Eaters, but she couldn’t leave him alone. She wanted to make sure that he was alright above all else. The only time she’d been gone was the attack during the wedding, but even after that she’d come right back here. Tonight had been a bit different, with her meeting that woman, but she pushed away the confusion from that, refusing to let it eat her up inside. At least until Tavish was awake. She was dozing when he started moaning again and her eyes snapped open as she leaned forward in the chair, her eyes blurry with sleep. Standing up, she placed her hand on Tavish’s cheek and frowned, rubbing her thumb along his cheekbone. “Tavish?” | |
TAVISH: He could smell her, feel her hand on his cheek. It had to be her. His body seemed to relax a little more but he fought even harder to wake up, feeling as if he were swimming in a thickly murky haze. “Bells?” he responded, his voice sounding entirely wrong, too deep, too raspy. Tavish tried to swallow and realized his mouth tasted horrible, it felt like sandpaper and glue. | |
KATIE: She’d already had a couple of false alarms. Times when he’d twitched or turned his head towards her or moaned. She didn’t get her hopes up that this time would be different... But then he said her name. Her breath caught and she moved closer, looking down at him with surprise and relief, her eyes instantly wet. She wanted to call for a mediwitch, but then she’d have to leave. “Tav? Oh Merlin, Tav...you’re awake. How...how do you feel?” | |
TAVISH: She looked like she was going to cry. She looked wonderful. He gave her a small smile, or what he hoped was one and tried to reach up to her face. It was hard and he could only make it half way. When he first attempted to answer her it was nothing more than a pitiful groan but he tried again, swallowing. “Water,” was all he could manage. He didn’t know why but it felt so good to see her. He felt as if he’d been in a non-stop nightmare and she was the light at the end of the tunnel. | |
KATIE: She was going to cry. He was awake, which meant he was better. Or getting there. She saw his half-smile and let out a small breath of laughter, relieved. Nodding, she reached over and turned, fumbling with the cup and the pitcher, pouring him a fresh glass of water. She was going to hold it to his lips, as she didn’t know if he could hold the cup yet himself. Tipping it to his lips, a concerned look furrowed her brow. “Just...just drink. I’ll hold it for you.” | |
TAVISH: Her eyes were only getting wetter but he had the impression it was because she was happy, not sad. He tried to reach up to her again, failing again. When she moved to pour the water he turned his head with a great deal of pain, to watch her and realized that this whole drinking thing was going to be hard. As Katie held the cup to his lips he tried to life his head to drink, his hand to the cup and couldn’t. He didn’t know what was wrong with him but he didn’t like it. He was starting to get scared and embarrassed. His eyes darted to Katie, searching for signs that she was judging him. but she seemed to understand this more than him. He drank the water and let his head fall back. Moving his eyes to his hand he tried to lift it, it felt impossibly heavy but he was determined to touch her. | |
KATIE: She knew that she needed to call a mediwitch. She’d seen enough injuries to know when pain flitted across someone’s face, and he was in pain. Selfish, though, she wanted to enjoy these few moments of time she had with him before she had to up and disappear. He couldn’t seem to move all too well, but he’d been unconscious for days. That wasn’t necessarily a surprise. Katie just prayed that it was temporary, for his sake. She tipped the water with care before she pulled the glass back and set it aside, her hand moving to his and touching it gently as concern flickered across her brow. “Tavish, can you feel my fingers?” she asked, touching the back of his hand. | |
TAVISH: His eyes softened as she reached for his hand and he could finally let up the effort a little. His fear and confusion weren’t letting up at all but at least his thirst was better. He could move his tongue. Tavish’s eyes softened when she touched him, his struggling ceasing for the moment. With a little difficulty he nodded. “Yes,” he told her, though his voice was still raspy from disuse. Turning his hand over he let his own fingers play sloppily along her palm, watching them. “You’re crying,” he finally pointed out, looking back to her wet eyes. | |
KATIE: She smiled, letting out a soft choked laugh of relief. His fingers moving over hers made her feel better, that he was okay, that he could move and everything was working alright. Katie stared down at his hand, not noticing when a tear slipped down her cheek. At least, not until he pointed it out. Sniffling, she gave him a look before laughing again. “Of course I’m crying. You’re alright. I was so bloody worried about you.” What else was she going to say? “When Blaise and I found you...my heart stopped.” | |
TAVISH: He tried to smile back to her, return the look she had on her face. Mostly he was confused by a lot of things but he wanted to play along. Tavish continued to try moving his fingers, to keep touching her. Slowly, he let his eyes rest, just focusing on that touch. “Huh?” he asked, groggily opening his eyes. “Why- what happened?” He tried to remember what was going on that landed him in the hospital but all he could remember was an urgency to keep Katie safe. “Are you okay?” he asked, realizing that if that was what he remembered he could probably check if she was. | |
KATIE: Katie stared down at their hands, relaxing into the slight touch. That he was touching her at all was a good sign and she knew that she had to alert someone that he was awake, but she just wanted to steal a few more moments for herself before she had to hide again. “There was a duel. The Death Eaters and the Order showed up. The Order got out, but you and Stephen were injured in the process. I think you two got the worst of it.Stephen’s nearby, from what I’ve gathered, and he’s awake. Everyone was worried about you.” Did she want to tell him how it took her and Blaise finding him to rescue him and get him to Mungo’s? “Blaise really cares about you. He spearheaded the search. I ran into him while I was looking and he didn’t hex me, so.” She paused, remembering the Imperius curse, and she shook it off. For now. She could ask later. “Yeah. I’m fine, love. Not even a scratch on me.” | |
TAVISH: Tavish closed his eyes as he listened, despite the feeling that he’d been sleeping for a very very long time, he felt exhausted. “A duel.” He remembered fighting. “A battle,” he corrected her, distorted images of a field coming to him. When she mentioned about Stephen he paused a moment in his thoughts. He didn’t remember why but he felt responsible. “Who is everyone?” he asked, trying to give a wry grin. Opening his eyes he lifted his head slightly, noticing they were indeed alone. “I was hurt?” he asked. It seemed stupid but he didn’t remember getting hurt. He just remembered worrying about Bell and then waking up here. He smiled and closed his eyes again at the mention of Blaise. “Just wants to fuck me,” he mumbled lazily. Something seemed significant about the fact that Blaise and Katie were doing something together but it was just outside of his reach. “A search?” he asked instead, trying to make things make sense. He didn’t know anything about a search. Opening his eyes he tried to look her over appraisingly, as if doubting her words. “You were in danger. You are in danger.” His words held conviction along with his confusion and exhaustion. | |
KATIE: “Everyone who cares about you.” She answered, pursing her lips. Katie wasn’t going to go through a list with him. She knew some of them, but not all of them. Silas she’d talked to. Blaise. A couple of other people. She snorted softly as he talked about Blaise, a smirk crossing her lips, and she squeezed his hand again. “Yeah. We were looking for you.” Katie murmured, rubbing her thumb against his hand. “Rather, I came out to look for you, he was already searching, and we agreed not to hex one another until we found you. It’s been a bit of a truce since then.” Frowning, she leaned in. “Why am I in danger, Tavish? I’m fine. Everyone’s left me alone. No one’s even asked why I was here.” | |
TAVISH: Tavish smiled lazily and shook his head. He had no idea who counted as everyone but it didn’t seem important to him. She’d mentioned Blaise and she was here. Those things were good. “was I lost?” he asked her, opening his eyes again and trying to squeeze her hand. He was weak and getting more confused by the moment. As his confusion grew so did the awareness of pain. All over the place. Lightly, he groaned, wondering what the hell had happened to him. “I don’t know. Not here. There. The battle. Ow. Bell what’s wrong?” | |
KATIE: She nodded, her brow furrowing as she watched his face shift and change. That was pain. Frowning, she slid her hand up to his face, checking his temperature. He felt flushed. She really needed to get someone. “I’m fine. I got out of the battle...fine.” She paused, feeling the strong sense that Tavish had something to do with her being cursed away from the battle. Who else would have done it? A Death Eater wanting to hurt her or the Order would have Imperiused her into attacking her own people. Not leaving. “Tavish, where does it hurt? Do you want me to get you someone? I can, right now.” She started to get up, half-panicked. | |
TAVISH: Her hand felt cool and he rested his eyes again, just focusing on breathing and not the pains he was slowly becoming aware of. What had happened to him? He listened as she insisted she was fine but it was hard to shake that feeling. “I’m probably just...” “Where am I?” he finally asked, looking at her. “How did I get here? What is going on? It hurts- everywhere.” His voice was growing more demanding, more confused and angry. | |
KATIE: That startled Katie. Frowning, she stared down at Tavish, her brow tensing as his voice strengthened. “You’re in St. Mungo’s,” Katie started, before she took a deep breath. “Blaise and I found you after the battle between the Death Eaters and the Rebels. We brought you here and you’ve been out for a while. You suffered some pretty serious hex damage.” She reached for the water again, offering it to him. “Do you want me to get someone?” | |
TAVISH: “Why were you there?” he asked, trying to sit up but his abdomen hurt too much. There were things that weren’t adding up. “You left. I made you leave. You were in danger.” Things were coming back to him, he remembered casting the curse, he remembered her leaving. He didn’t remember anything after that. He calmed a moment- or rather, stilled- eyeing her. “How long is awhile?” he asked slowly, not sure he wanted the answer. | |
KATIE: Shaking her head, she frowned. She wasn’t going to explain to him why she was there, that she was there for the Order. “I went to watch. I was rather hoping things might change.” She wasn’t going to elaborate past that and she kept her voice pitched low. Anger flooded her, sudden and sharp. Her lips flattened, whitened, and she grit her teeth as he explained. He cursed her to make her leave. He imperiused her. Made her leave. She held her breath, though, not wanting to start a fight. “You’ve been out over a week, Tavish.” she murmured. “Not terribly long, but long enough that we were worried.” | |
TAVISH: “Change? What would change?” he asked. Katie looked angry- she looked pissed. He didn’t quite understand but he knew enough that he’d messed up. “What’s wrong?” he asked, hoping for some insight. “A-” he just stared, his head dropping back down to the pillow. “I’ve been unconscious for a week?” It may not have seemed terribly long to her but he was alarmed. What had happened? He’d missed a week of his life. “How long have you been here?” he asked, reaching out weakly to her. | |
KATIE: “Nothing, it’s not important right now.” Katie shook her head, trying to force her face to be neutral. She didn’t need to show him her anger. She felt violated by the curse, but Tavish didn’t know. She had told very few people about what had happened that day, with the necklace. She swallowed it back, bottled it up, and nodded. “Yeah. We found you on the battlefield, hidden but unconscious. The concealment spell on you had worn off. You’d been hexed.” she explained. Her face and voice softened as he reached out to her and she met his fingers with her own. “Every night. When the others leave, I come in. I can’t really let them see me here, so I leave before they come back, but I’ve been here.” | |
TAVISH: “I don’t believe you,” he told her, though he was too tired to argue with her. She seemed like she was trying to hide her upset but he didn’t know what else to do, he didn’t have the strength. Whatever was bothering her was just going to have to wait until he could think clearly again. Tavish was honestly touched. He threaded their fingers the best that he could. “Thank you Bells. I’m sure I wasn’t much company.” Something seemed strange about what she was telling him but he couldn’t quite make the connection. | |
KATIE: She didn’t know why it bothered her so much to hear him say that. She didn’t want to bring up their differences. Katie had never admitted to him her connection with the Order. Mostly out of guilt for using him, but for his own safety as well. The other Death Eaters didn’t need to know about her. If they knew, then they might figure she was with the Order and find her, enslave her. She didn’t want that. Smiling, Katie helped him, her fingers moving through his. “Don’t thank me, Tavish. I did it because I care about you.” | |
TAVISH: “Well then thank you for caring,” he told her, trying to be teasing as he gave her a weak smile. He hurt everywhere and breathing was becoming difficult through the pain. He wished he could localize the pain so that he could focus better but it seemed to be in all areas of his body. One thing was for certain, he wasn’t going to tell Bell how much it hurt. “What have I missed?” he asked, his eyes closed this time, still holding onto her. | |
KATIE: “Don’t mention it.” She’d seen pain. Being a professional Quidditch player, she’d seen all sorts of injuries, from the most mundane to dangerous career ending ones. So the pain flickering across Tavish’s face made her pull back, made her stand up and squeeze his hand. “I should let other people fill you in on it, Tav. I’m going to go get someone for you.” She paused, almost stopping to ask him any number of things that had been weighing on her mind. Silas. The woman she’d met. The curse. Instead she moved out of the room to fetch a mediwitch. She also needed to let Blaise know that Tavish was awake. And that other woman. And Silas. But hopefully, Blaise could do that for her. | |
TAVISH: Tavish watched with a frown as she stood. He had the distinct feeling that she was pulling away from him again and he could hardly reason well enough to understand why. He wanted to call to her but the pain was intense and she was slipping out of the room. He didn’t much like Healers but at least they could likely help him... “You’re going to come back, aren’t you?” he asked the empty doorway. |