tobias kelly (hidingfromview) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2016-01-29 15:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 019, juliet, tobias |
Who: Tobias and Juliet
When: Morning
Where: The laundry room
It was not a good morning. Tobias had woken early - early for him, anyway - and had been panicked and sickened to find himself covered in blood. At first he thought for sure someone had murdered him. That was his punishment for not finding that key. No, for not catching the key as it fell to the ground. Daphne had been the one to find it, just not in time. So yeah, the powers that be had stabbed him in his sleep, only they'd done a terrible job of it and left Tobias to wake up and suffer as he bled out all over the bed.
But... after several shouts of panic, and nausea rolling through his stomach at the sight of the blood on his sheets and bare chest, Tobias had realized that it had only been a nosebleed. A bad one, it seemed like. Feeling foolish at his immediate assumption that he was dying, Tobias had rolled out of bed and began to strip the sheets and pillow case. He'd paused twice. Once to run into the bathroom to wash the dried blood from his face and hands. And another time to run into the bathroom and vomit. He was doing a lot of vomiting these days.
It took him much longer than a normal person to get his bed stripped clean. But he didn't do well with blood. He never had. His classmates used to tease him about it, especially after, once in the eighth grade, a female classmate got her period unexpectedly in class. The sight of the blood on the crotch of her skintight jeans had caused Tobias to immediately pass out. Of course, that took the heat off of Gillian, as their classmates had found that more humiliating and humorous than unexpected menstruation. He was the butt of jokes for the rest of the year. Worse than that, people knew blood made him sick. Or faint. And they took advantage of the knowledge whenever they could.
After finally folding the sheets and pillowcases tight enough that he could carry them to the laundry room without seeing the stains, Tobias pulled on a t-shirt and left his room. He could still smell the blood from his nosebleed. Could still taste what had dripped into his mouth. God, it was disgusting. His stomach hurt just thinking about it.
The laundry room was empty and Tobias opened the first washer he came into contact with. He began to shove the sheets in unceremoniously, grumbling at the injustice of it all as he did so.