Mitch Rapp (rapp) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2019-04-01 00:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, lydia martin, mitch rapp, stan hurley |
Who: Lydia, Mitch, and Hurley
Where: Mitch’s Apt
When: April 1st
What: Mitch dreams.
Status: Complete
Ratings: Med (blood, cursing, mentions of death)
It’s only been a couple of weeks since the whole Lydia and Mitch thing started. And in a way, Lydia didn’t mind it. The two oddly fit and got along. It wasn’t too much with them. During the day the each went their separate ways, Mitch to work and Lydia to school. She’d go home and change her clothes and catch up on her work (though she was doing that more and more at his place the past few days). Still, they weren’t around each other twenty four seven. They had hours between them. In truth, the only time they spend long periods of time together was when something was planned or during the night when they would sleep. Tonight was one of those nights. The day was like any other day. The two had gone off and done their usual routines, and came back to the apartment. So, for the most part, the night was fine, Lydia rested on the left side of the bed (because she claimed it), wearing one of Mitch’s shirts to sleep as usual. Her frame was curled up beside him, with her head resting against his chest, her red hair tied back in a braid. For the most part, the night was like any other night. Lydia hadn’t had any intense dreams except the for the one a few weeks ago. So, what was coming next was something neither of them had expected. -- This thing that had been going on between himself and Lydia lately wasn’t something that Mitch had expected to happen. He figured they would just be friends and that would be it. But somewhere along the way more was added and they were friends with benefits. Nothing more, nothing less. Not that he was complaining. He liked it. And he really did want to see where things could end up between them. Falling asleep with Lydia by his side was nice. It felt a little weird the other night when she hadn’t been there. Although, if they only knew that tonight would be different, Lydia might have stayed home. It had been a while since he last had one of those weird, lifelike dreams. And really, he thought maybe he wouldn’t have them for a hell of a lot longer. Too bad that’s not how the universe worked. Tonight he was getting hit with more dreams. In the dream, he was on the beach with Katrina. He had asked her to marry him and she said yes. Everything seemed perfect until the gunshots came. Bullets were flying. He was hit in the thigh, but that didn’t really slow him down too much. He was trying to find Katrina during the whole thing. And when he did find her, that’s when she was shot and killed. He was shot again and went down. Katrina was dead. He was pretty sure he was going to die. Everything that was going on around him started to fade away and that’s when he woke up. Something wasn’t right. He could feel it. Like in the dream. Except he was awake. “Lydia…” He tried to reach over with his right hand but it hurt too much. “Fuck… Lydia, wake up!” * In her sleep, Lydia could feel Mitch shift, thrashing slightly, but not enough to wake her, least not right away. When he first called out her name, she had grumbled. But when he shouted the second time, Lydia woke up suddenly. “What what” She was slightly dazed. Out of it. Quickly she rolled to the side and turned on the lap. Just as she looked to Mitch she noticed the red stains on the sheets. “Mitch..” She said freaked out as she came to pull the sheets off of them both. That’s when she saw it. Two bullet holes. One on his though and the other his shoulder. Lydia already knew what it was. The fucking dreams, whatever happened in the dreams bleed over to reality. Instantly she moved to try and apply pressure to both places. One hand on each wound. Fuck, is this how Stiles felt when she had called him? When he and his dad had shown up? “Mitch.. Mitch tell me what to do…” She said frantically. -- Mitch was prepared to yell again if Lydia didn’t wake up. But she finally did and it didn’t take her long to turn the light on and see what was going on. He knew he was bleeding and he could see it starting to bleed through the sheet, but when she pulled the sheets off…it wasn’t good. And he knew it. The wounds were the same exact ones from the dream. Which meant, he still had a bullet in his thigh since the one in his shoulder went straight through. “Can’t go to the hospital. GSWs come along with questions and the cops.” So that was out of the question. Because there was no way in hell they were going to believe that these wounds came from a damn horrible dream. He also knew they couldn’t just sit around and do nothing. He knew he would pass out from the shock and from the blood loss. “The clinic… I saw somebody mention it on the network. They deal with this dream shit. We need to go there.” * Lydia was almost about to argue that he needed medical attention when he said no to the hospital. But then he mentioned the clinic . She'd remembered seeing about it on the net, so she nodded her head quickly. “Okay.. but we need to stop the bleeding.” She said looking around a moment. It wasn't long before she had run off to the bathroom and she grabbed some nail scissors and came to shred at the sheets. Cutting to long strips and than binding them to his wounds. “Come on… lean on me…” She said placing his arm around her neck as she tried to come to a stand, while pulling him to a stand as well. Or at least as best as she possibly could. -- Mitch nodded in agreement. They really did need to stop the bleeding. He would have told her there’s a first aid kit under the sink, but she was already up and off getting whatever she thought she needed. While she did that, he sat up, cursing under his breath as he did so. He watched her rip the sheets into strips and winced when she started to bind the wounds. It hurt so fucking much. And he was trying to push past it because if he didn’t he was going to pass out and then Lydia was screwed. “Fuuuuuuuck, this hurts,” he said as he used Lydia as leverage and got up off of the bed. “Fuck these dreams too.” * Her shirt was covered in blood, as were her hands. But Lydia in that moment didn’t care. She kept a tight grip on Mitch, as the two of them made their way out of the apartment. Stan had been sound asleep, until he heard Mitch shouting at his girlfriend to wake up. Typically Stan wouldn’t have bothered, but something was nagging at him. So after putting on his shoes he made his way up out the apartment, just to see the redhead struggling to hold a bandaged and bleeding Mitch. “Fucking hell, kid.” Is all the older man said, as he moved quickly towards Mitch and taking over holding the young wounded man up. “He woke up like that.. From the fucking dreams.” Lydia said frantically as Hurley nodded his head. He assumed as much. Which meant it would be a few more dreams before Mitch realized that he and Hurley were from the same dream world. “Come on, lets get him in the car.” Is all he said as he held the young man. Once inside the car, Lydia moved to the back seat as Hurley helped Mitch to the back and had him resting against the redhead as he got in the driver seat. Once out the parking lot, the car made its way towards the clinic. “Keep applying pressure.” Is all he said. -- Mitch didn’t think they were going to make it to the car but that’s when Hurley seemed to show up out of nowhere. “What she said…” Why did he have to dream for? Why did it have to bleed over? Getting shot is not fucking fun. And trying to get to the car was no fun either. At least now Hurley was his human crutch as they left the building and made it to the car. In the car, he leaned against Lydia, trying to ignore the pain. But it seemed like every bump in the road reminded him of his injuries. And he cursed each and every time it happened. “I’m starting to feel light-headed…” He knew it wouldn’t be long before he just ends up passing out on them. * Lydia tried her best to hold onto Mitch tightly, to reduce the pain from each pump. But hearing he was getting light headed was putting her into a panic attack. “Hurry!” She shouted. Hurley glanced back through the mirror, only to accelerate his driving towards the clinic that wasn’t too far away. “Talk to him, slap him if you have to but keep him awake, we’re almost there.” he said turning a corner. Lydia nodded her head as she lightly tapped the side of Mitch’s face to keep him awake. “Hey hey, stay awake okay. Mitch focus on my voice alright.” She sniffled lightly because in all truth this was fucking terrifying for her. Which made her think of Stiles and how he felt. “You know how I said I liked you right? Well, I really like you okay. So you gotta stay awake so we can go on our next date.” She said swallowing down as she kept her hands on his wounds as best as she could. -- All he really wanted to do was close his eyes and go to sleep. And he would have until he felt Lydia’s light tapping. He looked up at her. “I’m trying.” But it was way harder than it should be. Sleeping still seemed like a good idea. At least then he wouldn’t have to feel this pain anymore or the blood seeping out of his wounds. “Oh yeah?” He smiled up at her a bit. “I want that...” He was starting to close his eyes. He really was losing this battle. * When he said he wanted that too, she laughed lightly. “Of course I like you. What’s not to like about you.” She said as she looked towards Hurley. “You need to hurry up.” Is all she said as she shook Mitch a little. “Baby, baby I need you to keep your eyes open for me.” She said trying to keep him awake. Hurley had come to pull up to the clinic, glad seeing it was twenty four hours as he put the car in park and moved to the back. Already pulling Mitch out and holding him up as the three came into the hospital. “I need a fucking doctor, my kids fucking bleeding!” It wasn’t even a thought what he said, as nurses came rushing over with a stretcher and started laying him in it and rushing him away. “I need to park the car, stay with him.” Is all he said as he hurried out to the truck. Lydia was already following behind the stretcher until she was stopped at double doors. Bloodied and shaking hands she reached for her phone she had snatched with her. “Stiles… “ She said breaking down in tears to her best friend. |