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Dr. Elliot Reid (frickonastick) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-08-07 15:48:00

Entry tags:

!shelved, andy gallagher, day 17, elliot reid, location: church

Day 17, Early Evening
Who: Elliot Reid and Andy Gallagher
What: Talking about the deaths
Where: Near the Church
When: Day 17, around 5:00ish
Rating: PG-13ish?
Status: Complete.

She wasn't sure how much more she could take. She'd just spent what felt like an eternity watching two men being cut to pieces because she couldn't make herself look away. It had gone against everything she'd been trained in as a doctor to stand by and watch unseen hands carve into them. The terror of watching it go on for hours had been enough to close up her throat and make her speechless. How could anyone do that to them? She'd tried to shut her eyes and walk away, but their screams had rooted her to the spot. They would be haunting her for a long while.

When it was over and the TV went mercifully black, Elliot had finally found it in herself to move away from the screen. She'd made her way back to the van and let herself in, shutting the doors behind her and locking them until Andy came knocking. They'd driven back to the Church with the sounds of Andy's music filling in what would've been shocked silence without it. Elliot looked down at the list that the man they were calling Doctor Smith had compiled, her finger trailing over the list of names. Ten people, murdered. She looked up at Andy as he stopped the van, studying his face.

"Andy," she said, looking over at him. She reached over and turned down the radio. "Is this what it's like here? I mean, is it always like this? Just losing one person after the other? Kim and Lexie..." She shook her head. "I can't believe anyone would do that to them. I just...I need to know if it's always like this."

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brain_ninja
2009-08-26 11:37 am UTC (link)

A short silence fell between the two friends as Andy simply nodded in response to Elliot's declaration that he was right about what Lexie would want and that he could help. He liked to think he knew Lexie well enough to know that, at least. She would want the gym to remain a working clinic. When she'd found it after Martha disappeared, she'd taken over like it had been her own to begin with; she'd made herself at home, reorganized what Martha had set out, and turned the gymnasium into a makeshift hospital. It only made sense to Andy that she'd want someone else to do the same should she unwillingly follow Martha's footsteps. In this case, it looked as though she had.

Andy tried to smile back at Elliot when she told him that he was an awesome friend. He nodded slightly and held still as she gave him a kiss. "You're welcome," he managed in a small, stoic voice as she slipped beneath the blankets and laid down on her stomach, moving her hair out of his way.

His hands slid up the back of her shirt without so much as a thought about it simply because of what they were to one another; he'd seen it and felt it already in the heat of the moment on more than one occassion, so he saw nothing strange about doing so when they weren't about to have sex. Andy's fingers ghosted up her back until they reached her shoulders and he used light pressure with his thumbs to try to work out the stress kinks there. "I didn't," he admitted. "So if I suck, sorry," he added in a quiet voice with a hint of teasing. "And let me know if I'm being too gentle or too rough," he finished. Nothing was worse than a massage in which the person was being so gentle it didn't do anything or so rough that it hurt more than relaxed, he thought.

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frickonastick
2009-08-27 06:13 pm UTC (link)

Elliot laid down, burying her head in her arms. She shivered slightly as Andy's hands made their way up her back and her mind momentarily went to what was quickly becoming a fail safe between them. Or maybe she just thought so. That terrible day when she'd almost died all she'd wanted was to forget for a moment and remind herself that she was still alive, still able to feel. The shock of these deaths though, they made her feel numb. She thought maybe she was still in shock that so many people had died and in such horrible ways.

"No, it's perfect," she said, raising her head slightly. Her voice sounded slightly watery as she fought to stop herself from crying. She knew that there was nothing worse for a guy than having a girl lose it on them. She'd already asked so much from Andy, she didn't want to ask any more. Still, she couldn't stop her thoughts from spiraling downward. Ten people. Dead. And she was next. Or Andy. It was only a matter of time. They were just here until the management got tired of them and then...

She took in a shuddering breath trying to bite back a self pitying sob and knew that Andy had felt it. She had to hold it together for Andy. She swallowed and when she trusted herself to speak she turned her head to the side. "Sorry," she said, her voice sounding more like normal.

She shut her eyes and tried to think of something they could talk about. Something that didn't have anything to do with this place or death. "Andy, what's your favorite color?" She asked, randomly.

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