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Post by Kitty on Dec 29, 2007 17:24:43 GMT -5
Isabella had been a doctor at this hospital, for so long. She had known the ropes, and taught people what they had known now. But this day, was a tearful day. She couldn't stand taking care of the patient that had came in. Her best friend. She could've cried in that moment, but learning to be strong, she didn't. She stayed in his room, watching his pulse, on the machine, and looked at his breathing techniques. She kept quiet, afraid, in despair, of what had happened, and turned her head down to her hands, crying tears quietly.
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Post by pyromaniac on Dec 29, 2007 17:53:28 GMT -5
Off in the farthest corner of the room sat a small, sirlvery haired girl, legs pulled up to her chest, face buried in her knee's; at the moment, she was fumbling with a Rosary in one hand, silently murmuring Hail Mary's. She'd done it nearly a dozen times since they arrived in the hospital, and she'd finally reached the end of the beads, though she didn't pull her face away from her knee's; of course, she wasn't crying anymore, she rarely did, but you could still see the panic in the way her hands shook slightly, and the way she wouldn't get any closer to where the neko lay on the bed. She wanted to be closer, god only knew how much, but she didn't know how it might affect him if he saw her after first waking up. So she stayed where she was, moving to the opposite end of the beads once more and starting to pray once more; she'd given up being very relgious when she was turned, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
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Post by Kuki on Dec 29, 2007 18:04:08 GMT -5
It was dark. Very, very dark, like a stormy night, but there was no lightning, nor were there any stars. It was lonely, and whatever-he-was, for he wasn't sure himself, idly wondered if this was heaven. It did seem a bit holy-ish, but then again, it was most likely hell. Heaven shouldn't be so lonely, nor so dark. Yes, whatever was left of him must be in hell.
But then pain blossomed around him, pouring in him, flowing out, it was everywhere. Thoughts returned to him, frightened ones, ones he didn't want to think of. Where's Toku? Was one, and that one worried him. He didn't know a Toku. Where's Twilight? The pain stuttered a bit, and he felt like he himself stuttered to. Maybe he was the pain. The thoughts continued swirling around him, the pain continued eating away at him, but he felt frozen on that name. Twilight. He should remember something with that, shouldn't he? He knew he should, but nothing came. Oh what a hell this was.
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Post by pyromaniac on Dec 29, 2007 18:18:59 GMT -5
Twilight noted through the quiet of the room and her own silent prayers, that the heartbeat the monitor was giving off had speed up just a bit. A sign of being awake, to say the least. Hesitently, as though afraid to break some kind of spell, she lifted her head up and glanced over at the bed; His eyes weren't ope from what she could tell. Perhaps he was having some kind of nightmare? She couldn't tell, but hoped that he wasn't.
From outside the room, a few doctors stepped through the hallway, and she let out a quiet little squeek, pressing herself up against the wall incase they came in; as though that would protect her from being seen. She hated hospitals, so very much... They terrified her, and the only reason she was there was because of Kit. Once he was out of there, she'd never come back. Even if it ment her life.
((Gah, crappy post. @-@))
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Post by Kuki on Dec 29, 2007 18:29:07 GMT -5
It was an unbearably white room, if Kitten was awake he would've winced and covered his eyes, but he wasn't. It was a small room, and the bed seemed to take up half of it, with it's itchy white blankets, draped over the unconcious boy. He seemed like a small island amist a sea of purest white. His eyelids flickered, his eyebrows knitting together as he groaned in pain, moving to clutch his chest. It hurt, dear fukcing god it hurt!
His golden eyes snapped open, wide with suprise. There was white everywhere. How the heck did so much white get into the field; a mass of earthly colors like tan and green? There was a tube beneath his nose, forcing air into his nostrils, along with an unbearably clean smell, like bleach. His too-small-to-be-healthy wrist stung, and he looked down, an IV and tube were stuck in his skin. Another wave of pain swept over him as he moved, fatigue wearing at what little strength he had, he moved to clutch his head, not even trying to contain his whimpers as the needle wiggled in his vein and the pain wore away. What had happened?
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Post by pyromaniac on Dec 29, 2007 18:46:24 GMT -5
Once she was certain that the doctors had gone, the small girl let out a soft sigh of relief, her gave shifting downward as she moved her face back down to her knee's; this was going to be a long night, she knew, because even if he did wake up right away they'd probably need to keep him overnight in order to monitor his condition properly. She wasn't entirely sure that she'd make it for quiet that long, but she didn't really care, either; all she had to do was stay where she was.
Abd then she heard the whimpering, the rustling of bed sheets and the soft beeping of the machines, indicating that he had indeed woken up. Lifting her head up a bit, she peered over at the bedside, quickly inspecting the boy to see if he was indeed alright; however, she didn't say anything, afraid he might notice that she was in the room. Instead, she looked over at the doctor, trying to motion for her to go see whether or not he was really alright without saying anything. Not an easy thing.
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Post by Kitty on Dec 29, 2007 19:03:00 GMT -5
Bella saw the patient's eyes open, the whimpers coming from the bed, and then she jumped. She ran to the side of his bed. She looked to the door, and closed it. She looked around, seeing Twilight there. It seemed they were a bit aquainted with each other. She motioned her toward Kitten, and looked at him. She took his arm from his head, and laid it down. "You need to keep the tube straight, so what is in the bag," She started, pointing to the bag, "will reach its way into you."
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Post by Kuki on Dec 29, 2007 19:11:51 GMT -5
Kitten nodded blearily, not really caring about what she had just said, but held his arm straight anyway, getting quiet queasy from feeling it move inside him. He looked at the doctor with contempt, wishing he were away from here (he disliked hospitals, they smelled too danm clean), and finally got a look at her face. "Bella?" He asked softly, blinking a few times.
The nekoishi's too sensitive ears heard someone else move, other than his friend in the white lab coat, and he glanced warily around the room, his eyes finally resting on a small girl huddled in a corner, silvery hair shadowing her face, a rosary clutched in her hands. "Twilight? You're really here?" He nearly shouted, the teens body shot straight up, pain rocketing through his muscles. He didn't even twitch as he stared wide eyed at the girl, he glanced to the doctor, his golden eyes looking doubtful, "I am alive, aren't I?" His voice was softer than before, worn from the shout.
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Post by pyromaniac on Dec 29, 2007 19:32:30 GMT -5
Despite herself, the small girl flinched at the shout, seeming to shrink back slightly as a result; she resisted the urge to apoligize, resisted the urge to say anything and just kind of nodded numbly, chewing on her lips; it was nearly impossible to see her eyes, to tell what she could have been thinking; not that it was an easy thing to do to begin with, mind you. But her hands where still shaking ever so slightly as she clutched the rosary even more tightly in her hands, the beads digging into her pale skin, and she wasn't looking at him, really, more like at her knee's; really, she didn't know how she could look at him ever again. Not when he was sitting in a hospital bed, half-dead. Not when he'd nearly died in her arms, because of her. So she just nodded a little bit, a confirmation that she was really there, and stayed quiet.
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Post by Kitty on Dec 30, 2007 15:17:51 GMT -5
"You are just barely alive," the doctor said. She took in a deep breath, then sighed. "You might not make it through the night though." She gave him a depressing look, then looked over to Twilight. She turned back to him. She looked to his arms, and then to the machines again. "You know you shouldn't be cutting yourself."
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Post by Kuki on Dec 30, 2007 16:18:09 GMT -5
"I do it anyway," He spared a bittersweet smile to Bella, his golden eyes looking guilty. As if merely mentioning the cuts could make them appear again, pain blossomed in his arm, making his pulse jump. The scabs over the cuts had been ripped, he noted, as blood leaked through the white sheets a bit before he cluthced the arm to his chest, staining the repulsive hospital gown he had been dressed in while he was asleep. Kitten was still amazed that he'd been able to block Mako's healing powers after he'd saved him, leaving his freshest cuts open, but the one he'd tried to take his life with a pale pink scar.
Twilight seemed scared of him, she winced away when he called her name. No, no, this was all wrong! She wasn't suposed to be scared of him! She wasn't even suposed to be here, she was suposed to be off happier without him. For gods sake, she wasn't supposed to him like this. He was a goddanmed mess and he knew she'd blame herself, but it was him. The neko stubbornly threw off the itchy hospital blanket and with strength he knew he hadn't had a moment ago he slid off the bed and onto the freezing linoleum floor. He stumbled a bit, the blood leaking from his cuts now visible that his gown was showing as he hastily did he his best to walk over to Twilight, both his arms stinging, the drip IV following behind him, he nearly fell on top of Twilight, but held himself back, his arms falling around her, "Don't hate me, please don't hate me."
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Post by pyromaniac on Dec 30, 2007 16:33:13 GMT -5
The sound of sheets being moved was what initially made Twilight look up, but at the site of the whiskey-eyed teen making his way ouy of the bed and over to her, she froze, her eyes going wide for just a split second; like a deer caught in the headlights. No, no, no, not again, please not again, She begged whoever could read her mind, shutting her eyes tightly. His heart will stop again, I know it, please dear god, not again. But whoever could have heard her obviously wasn't listening, as she could hear the soft screech of the old drip iv being pulled along behind the boy, and vaguely, she wondered if she should make a run for it while she still could; the hospital was flipping her out enough as it was. Before she could think on it much more though, there where arms falling around her, and the scent of fresh blood hit her senses like a knife; instantly, her eyes where open, her gaze shifting from the blood on the hospital gown, to Kittens arm, and then up to his face.
"Don't hate me, please don't hate me." At that, her slightly paniced expression became confused, and she blinked, trying to think of what he could have possibly ment by that. What reason could she ever have to hate him, now or ever? It didn't make sense... "...Wh-why would I ever....?" She didn't finish the statement entirely, her voice trailing off; her grip on the rosary loosened slightly.
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Post by Kuki on Dec 30, 2007 17:26:06 GMT -5
Kitten had seen that terrified look as he stumbled toward her, and it burned his heart, or maybe it was the little sticky things that had popped off his skin when he jumped off he bed. She was scared of him? That was worse than her hating him, he could deal with her hating him, but being scared? No, no, he couldn't stand her being scared of him. He couldn't find the strength to tighten his hold on her. "I don't know, maybe because I'm the worst person in the world? Maybe because that's what others do?" He whispered, saving the last one for last.
"Maybe because you should?" Blood from his cuts was getting on her, and the salty smell was making his vision swim and his head hurt, but he refused to black out. He couldn't, he wouldn't leave Twilight yet. His hair felt light on his tear stained face, they must have washed him. The teen couldn't be bothered that someone had seen him completely naked, vulnerable, most likely with his cat parts out.
Maybe he wanted her to hate him, maybe he wanted her to be scared. Kitten wanted Twilight to run away and leave him, leave him to die. He deserved it, after all the sins he'd committed in his horrible life, he deserved something as painful as that.
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