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Tweak says, "Hello Tai"

inmyownworld (inmyownworld) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-11 17:55:00

Current music:	Fort Minor- "Feel Like Home"
Entry tags:	!dropped, day 10, l lawliet, location: gym, merope gaunt, open

These Days Are Dark, and The Nights Are Cold, People Acting Like They Lost Their Souls
Who: L Lawliet, Merope, and open to a doctor? House maybe?
What: They made it to the gym!
Where: The remains of the gym
When: Around 6:00 PM
Rating: TBD
Status: Active

L opened his eyes slowly, not remembering how he'd gotten where he was, but knowing that it was far better than where he'd been. However, the drowsy relief didn't last long; he still had a shovel in his side, and pain was beginning to crash against the inside of his skull like waves against the shore in Maine. He moaned quietly, not expecting to be heard but hoping he would be. From what he could see and hear, others were in bad shape, too, and he just had to be patient.

Not trusting himself to sit up on his cot, he glanced around as best he could, his eyes clouded with pain, hoping that a doctor would do something about his horrific appendage.

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vicodin_snark
2009-06-30 12:06 am UTC (link)

If this was anywhere else, House would have said something when it came to the coloured eyes but as he'd met a woman with heel-springs and various other ilk during the past few days, he wasn't going to discount anything. A home of the freaks or something like that.

Or it could be -- no, no diagnosing now. Look at what was going on first. The male first as, well, blood took precedence. House (gingerly) lowered himself to the floor, kneeling beside the cot. "Lift your shirt," he barked at L, noting the congealing blood along the side. "I need to see the extent of your injuries. Unless you want to, oh, tell me what happened?"

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	heartache 2009-07-06 05:08 am UTC (link)
	The moment that House kneeled, she was much better. She leaned off of L a little more, offering his head soft, loving strokes. Merope looked at the doctor in hopes that he would eventually tell her if L could be saved, being that she wasn't a doctor, she couldn't do very much at all. Moving forward, she lifted the shirt easily for the doctor and set back down. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

inmyownworld
2009-07-08 06:10 am UTC (link)

Blood did tend to take precendence in dire cases, being dramatic and dangerous, and L had lost a perilous amount of it. While he knew that Merope was there, comforting him as well as she could, and that there was a doctor at last who could end his suffering one way or another, only one thought really cut through his foggy brain. Where was Laura? Why wasn't she here, to say goodbye if he really was beyond help?

At the doctor's curt order to lift his shirt, L reached toward the hem, realizing that it would actually be easier to peel the cotton away from the sticky, drying blood around the shovel blade than to open his mouth and try to explain. Fortunately, Merope was there to do it for him. Her lack of squeamishnesh somewhat astounded L. Even he couldn't look directly at the shovel in his side without wanting to pass out.

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