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Tweak says, "i don't do kissing."

Elizabeth Silver (merelylovely) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2009-03-23 06:21:00

Entry tags:

beth silver, peter pettigrew, purifiers plot

Who: Beth Silver and Peter Pettigrew
What: Trying to keep Beth alive
Warnings: Blood and Emo

The phone had fallen from Beth's hand and rest on the pavement just inches from her fingers. Her chest rose and fell if one was watching closely enough. Otherwise she looked dead, maybe for days. Her skin was ashen, and her cheeks were hollowed. Her blue shirt was stained dark with blood--a lot of it.

She'd managed to crawl into the alley, and was partially hidden from view of the street. She didn't know if anyone was coming back for her or if they'd just left her here to die slowly and painfully. She hadn't thought about her retreat to cover carefully enough; There was a blood trail from the street to the alley.

It hurt too much to keep her eyes open. The light from the streetlamps seemed brighter than the sun and she was too weak to turn her head away. She could feel the poison moving through her body with excrutiating pain. It was all she could do to keep from screaming.

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the_w_in_mwpp
2009-03-23 06:43 pm UTC (link)

Peter ran, unusual enough in itself. What he should have done was contact the others. They always knew what to do, and were generally better at crisis management than he was. Peter was given to panic, and was on the verge of it right now. When he looked around, unsure of where to go, he spotted a trail of blood; never before had he been so happy to have Elizabeth bleeding.

He ran into the alley and saw a shadowy figure lying on the ground, and another shadowy figure behind her with what he was fairly certain was called a gun. For once, Peter didn't hesitate, instead pointing his wand at the gunman and shouting the first offensive spell that came to mind: "Incendio!"

The figure's clothes caught fire, and rather than stopping, dropping, and rolling like a sensible person, he ran. Peter pocketed his wand and knelt beside Beth. She was still breathing. He placed his hand over where he was confident the wound was. "Beth..."

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merelylovely
2009-03-23 07:10 pm UTC (link)

"Peter?" Her voice was hoarse and her breath was ragged. She opened her eyes, looking up at him. She winced as she felt the pressure on her stomach. With Herculean effort, she reached up a few inches to touch his wrist with her ice-cold fingers.

"Silver." She didn't think she was going to make it through this one. She shuddered violently, gripping his wrist. As her fingers tightened, one of her fingernails fell off.

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the_w_in_mwpp
2009-03-23 07:27 pm UTC (link)

He'd never seen the effects of silver poisoning before. It was gross, to say the least. Come to think of it, he wasn't even sure if silver affected Moony in the same way; he'd never wanted to try it, and most information about werewolves was rather hit-or-miss.

This was another reason he should have brought the others, because he'd only thought of one solution, and he didn't like it. On the other hand, what other choice did he have? Beth was clearly dying, and it wasn't as if he could take her to a Healer (or even a Muggle doctor).

"Beth?" Peter removed his hand from her wound. "Try not to move." He took out his wand and pointed it at her stomach. "And please, please don't die." Taking a deep breath, he swallowed his fear and shouted, "Accio Silver!"

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merelylovely
2009-03-23 08:18 pm UTC (link)

"I love you," she said, her lungs rasping as she breathed. "Please.. If I.. I don't want.." She coughed, raising a hand to her mouth to catch the blood. She let her head rest back on the pavement, her eyes closing. "Don't stay alone for me."

She could barely process his words. They sounded so far away. Don't move. She inhaled, holding the shaky breath. Then it felt like her stomach was being ripped apart. She screamed with more force than she thought she had left.

The world seemed to spin and her vision started going dark.

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the_w_in_mwpp
2009-03-23 10:00 pm UTC (link)

"Don't pass out, don't pass out! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" The bullet was out, fortunately, and that meant that she wasn't going to get any more poisoned. But she'd already lost a fingernail, and that probably meant that she was plenty poisoned already. Meaning he had to get her home.

Peter tried to pick her up and stumbled. She wasn't large by any means, but neither was he. Whimpering a little, he pulled out his wand again. "Wingardium Leviosa!" She started levitating, allowing him to pull her along. The flat wasn't too far away, but still not nearly close enough. With every step, Peter said insistently, "Don't die, don't die, don't die..."

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merelylovely
2009-03-23 10:23 pm UTC (link)

She moaned, drifting in and out of consciousness. Her body had gone from ice-cold to feverish. It was probably a good sign. Her body was fighting off the toxin. Sweat ran down her face and neck, and her breath was quick.

When her eyes opened, she was on her couch. The light didn't seem quite as harsh as the streetlight had. "Peter?" She was still weak. It hurt to move her head.

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the_w_in_mwpp
2009-03-24 09:14 pm UTC (link)

Peter had bandaged her up as best he could. He'd called for an ambulance, but he'd basically been told that there was zero chance of getting one anytime soon; people all over town were being attacked, and he was low on the queue. He'd yelled at the phone, but got nothing more than the dial tone yelling back.

Beth hadn't had much in the way of potion ingredients, not that Peter was certain how to go about making an antidote for heavy metal toxicity. He'd Apparated back to his flat and dug up a bezoar, purchased during the days when he was paranoid about someone finding him and trying to kill him, and then hurried back. He was afraid to leave her alone, afraid of having her wake up and not have him there. In his haste he'd splinched all the hair off of one arm.

Peter popped back into the room just as she spoke. "You're awake? Good." He knelt down and swept her hair out of her face. She wasn't looking well, but nor was she looking any worse. "Here, take this." He slipped the bezoar between her lips. "I think it will help. I hope."

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merelylovely
2009-03-24 10:07 pm UTC (link)

Beth had barely opened her eyes when a strange object was put in her mouth. Maybe that was a good thing, though. If she'd had more time to think, she might have tried to object. As it was, she swallowed and then made a face. "What..?"

She touched the bandage lightly, wondering how long she'd been out. The last lycan she'd seen live through silver poisoning had been practically comatose for two days. Maybe she wasn't dying. "Hurts," she groaned. She thought there was an old bottle of prescription pain killers in her medicine cabinet from before she'd arrived. They probably wouldn't work on her, anyway.

"Lie with me," she said, closing her eyes. He probably had more to do. After he finished, then. "Please."

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the_w_in_mwpp
2009-03-28 03:11 pm UTC (link)

Peter ran a damp cloth over Beth's face. He wasn't sure why; his mother had always done that for him when he was sick, so it seemed like the right thing to do. He was fairly confident this should work. Beth usually healed well, and once the silver was neutralized by the bezoar, the theory went that she would mend right up. He wasn't sure if that was actually the case, but it was worth hoping for.

"In a bit," he promised. Truthfully, he wasn't sure he had anything left to do, but he was afraid of hurting her. If she fell asleep before he was done making himself busy, he wouldn't have to risk it, nor would he have to tell her why he was taking his time.

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	merelylovely 2009-03-28 06:11 pm UTC (link)
	"Okay," she said softly, her eyes closing. She reached up to touch his hand, but she didn't quite make it, letting her hand drop back to her side. The cool cloth on her face was good. Beth's temperature always ran a little higher than Peter's because she was a lycan. Now she was running a high fever. "I'm scared," she confessed. (Reply to this) (Parent)