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Post by Kit Livingston on Jan 21, 2010 1:11:27 GMT
It was the day after Kit had made his promise to visit Zeke again in the hospital. Time was ticking on. Kit's day at school finished at half 2, and already it was half 3, leaving only half an hour for their meeting.
Just as it seemed pointless to even arrive in decent time for the waiting hours, Kit was lead into the room. There was a blank, heartbroken look on his face, as if he wasn't quite sure where he was. His clothes were ripped in several places, grass stains and mud his new accessories. His jaw was a slightly pinker colour than the rest of him, slightly swollen.
He looked up, stepping forwards painfully slowly towards Zeke's bed. Silently Kit sat besides him, closing his eyes and began half-hugging half-collapsing onto Zeke's chest. He didn't care who knew anymore. He didn't care about anything. His eyes were filled with tears refusing to fall, as he simply lay with his head on Zeke's chest, waiting for the pain to go away.
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Post by Zeke James Vasser on Jan 21, 2010 5:14:49 GMT
Zeke lay in the bed his leg still sore and ribs a bit better. Both his arms were fine though feeling much better. His head feel into the soft pillow as a few words in Spanish drifted through the empty infirmary. Zeke had seen this episode a million times now he mouthed each word coming out of the man's mouth. He couldn't stand being confined here by himself all day like this.
Betty popped out of her room far back walking over to ask him if he needed anything in her sweet motherly voice. "No thanks though." He said smiling as she walked away her heels clicking against the tiles loudly. Kit burst through the door as Zeke looked over at him. "K..Kit." He said as he crawled up beside him collapsing on his chest. Zeke winced still not completely healed but he didn't care the pain faded as he could see in how bad of a shape Kit was in.
"What happened?" He said a bit urgently wanting to know who hurt him. Zeke s lowly wrapped his arms around Zeke trying to comfort him pulling him closer through the pain in his chest and ribs. He leaned his head down close to his to look at him. "Tell me."
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Post by Kit Livingston on Jan 21, 2010 5:23:52 GMT
Kit clung to him, closing his eyes tightly, the words making everything real. He shuddered, pressing him closer in and trying to forget. He licked his lips, trying to get the strength to speak. "I..." he began, turning his head into Zeke's chest. "I don't want to talk about it...." he said, his voice a squeaking twisted version of his own as he struggled with himself. "Please...." he gasped.
He drew in another breath, just wanting to be held, just wanting to be told that everything was alright. He needed Zeke, more than he ever thought he would need anyone. He needed him to comfort him, to be stronger than he was, to let him calm down and push him into talking. He needed to talk, but he couldn't face it.
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Post by Zeke James Vasser on Jan 21, 2010 5:33:09 GMT
Zeke just pulled him as close as possible. He wrapped his arms around him tight. "Don't worry...I'm here for you." Zeke said quietly. "I'll protect you from anyone, I won't let anyone ever do this to you again." He said quietly. Zeke lifted his hand to touch the side of Kit's face gently urging him to look at Zeke leaning in close. "But you have to tell me." He said quietly.
"I can't help until you get this off your chest." He said his hands returning to their position around his waist. He wanted to kiss him and tell him to stay here with him tonight, forever. Zeke closed his eyes feeling horrible he wasn't there with him to keep him safe. Why he couldn't do anything. He swore to kill whoever did this to him. "Everything's going to be ok." He said rubbing Kit's back softly.
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Post by Kit Livingston on Jan 21, 2010 5:40:21 GMT
Kit's heart raced as he found himself looking into Zeke's eyes, looking down as embarrassment washed over him. How could he admit what had happened to him? How could he admit that he had let some woman take advantage so easily? He knew it shouldn't have made a difference, but the fact that it was a woman - a tiny one who looked like she was about to snap in two - made it all the more shameful. "Zeke...." he said slowly, his eyes watering up again.
"It..." he shook his head, the words refusing to come as he bit down against the pain, carrying on with his words barely heard. "It wasn't her fault. I shouldn't have... I shouldn't have let it happen... Its my own stupid fault..." he trailed off, her body curling into a ball as he began to sob, covering his face in his hands.
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Post by Zeke James Vasser on Jan 21, 2010 5:51:01 GMT
Zeke needed to know whom it was. He pulled Kit to his chest letting him cry. "Kit..." He whispered quietly. "Who was it? I need to know." He said to him. "Once I get out of here..." He said under his breath. He could feel Kit's sobs absorbing them, absorbing his pain, trying to feel as he did, but it wasn't easy. So he held him, comforting was the best he could do until Kit was able to talk.
Zeke touched his face again pulling him gently closer pressing his lips against Kit's softly holding them there. "It'll be ok." He whispered quietly. "I'll always be here for you. No matter what." Zeke looked into his eyes gently searching for something, more information. "Please no more crying" He said looking sad himself still staring into his eyes.
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Post by Kit Livingston on Jan 21, 2010 5:57:28 GMT
Kit found it hard to control his body, sobbing silently as his body shuddered, realising that Zeke was holding him, taking care of him, kissing him. He looked up at him, his tears streaking his cheek, "It... wasn't her," Kit told him, trying to say everything without telling him who it was. "I was... I was talking to Brendan and he said she was... possessed by some sort of demon. I was meant to be on my way to the old nerco teacher in town after this to help..." he looked down, shaking his head.
"I'm such a fucking idiot. I knew... I knew what she was and I knew what she would do and-" he bit off his angry words, pulling away as he felt like slamming his fist into something that strongly resembled himself. "I'm such an idiot! I knew... I fucking knew...."
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Post by Zeke James Vasser on Jan 21, 2010 6:07:26 GMT
"I'm going with you." He stated. Zeke had to have part in this now; he wasn't just going to sit here anymore. He'd go with him to meet this teacher, who knew maybe she could also heal him up to fight whoever did this. "But please...tell me who it was Kit." He needed to know and now he could tell Kit was avoiding the question.
He pulled him close again as the sobs broke out once more. "You're not an idiot, you're...amazing." Zeke said quietly. "You're kind, and sweet, and far from an idiot." Zeke tried to comfort him softly. "And I love you..." The word so easily slipped out of his mouth. For a second he didn't know if he said them or not. "I wouldn't want you any other way." Zeke said leaning down to kiss his forehead gently.
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Post by Kit Livingston on Jan 21, 2010 6:15:20 GMT
Kit looked down; he didn't feel good enough to be loved, or even to be particularly liked. He was used and an idiot for letting it happen, when he had had the chance to run, the chance to avoid the confrontation in the first time. But he had been foolish, tried to reason with her and appeal to the real person inside of her. It seemed like a useless task when he didn't even know the real Diane, didn't even know anything about her. "I...." he stammered, wanting to say it back but knowing that he couldn't love anyone until he at least liked himself. "I can't let you go," he told him, taking his hand. "You can't leave the infirmary, you have to stay here and get better."
He shook his head, wondering if he should tell him who it was. He didn't even know her, had never had a conversation with her before the incident and only vaguely knew her name. He also knew that it wasn't her that should be punished - it was the demon. "It... it was a demon. I told you," he said. Why should it matter which body the demon took anyway? The poor girl looked half-dead anyway.
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Post by Zeke James Vasser on Jan 21, 2010 6:30:39 GMT
Zeke didn't mind if he couldn't love him yet. It was still working but Zeke knew what he felt and was confident in his words. "Don't worry, I'm almost completely healed." Zeke was obviously lying. "I'll be fine, I want to be with you there." He said quietly leaning in close to him.
Zeke pulled him up close "But what was her name, I need to know." He said quietly. "I'm not going to let her get away with this." He closed his eyes feeling anger welling inside him. Betty clicked in stopping short and blinking a few times before promptly turning around with her usual smile obviously noticing something personal was going on. Zeke adjusted himself to sit fully up closing his eyes in pain as he was able to sit upright. He pulled Kit back to him softly holding him until her was all done crying.
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Post by Kit Livingston on Jan 21, 2010 6:43:19 GMT
Kit pulled himself away, pulled back completely, stepping away from the bed and pacing around angrily. Great, now the nurses knew. How did everyone know? He gritted his teeth, slamming into the second stage of grief - anger. He wasn't even sure what he was grieving; his dignity, the girl, his entire world? He could feel the anger swelling through him. "No, Zeke, you are staying here." he told him, "You can't go, you just can't. I'm not letting you get hurt because of this. You need to get strong..."
He stormed around the room uncomfortably, finding himself completely unable to just stay in one place with so much energy, even though he felt exhausted. "Zeke, how many times do I have to tell you it wasn't her? It was a fucking demon, and it doesn't matter what body it was. From the looks of it, she's suffered enough as it is, can't you just leave it at that?" he demanded, staring at Zeke, his words cold and snapping. "You're not going after her! You're not doing anything but staying in this bed and getting better, alright? I'm not worth it, she's half-dead and I'm going to sort it out. This is beyond us, beyond what we can do and I just...." he stopped, his anger suddenly simmering away, his words suddenly slow, "I just want to forget it ever happened."
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Post by Zeke James Vasser on Jan 21, 2010 22:35:19 GMT
He pulled away so quickly as pain shot through Zeke's abdomen. "Ah..." He sucked in a breath letting it out slowly. He was a tad surprised at the sudden burst of anger and energy letting the words go into one ear and out the other. "Fine." He said quite plainly. Of course he didn't mean it, he was going no matter what Kit said even if it meant following him from behind or going later, he was going and Kit wouldn't stop him. He wasn't going to let him ever be alone outside without him nearby again.
He also intended on figuring out on who did this. Zeke closed his eyes. He didn't want to do it this way but Kit obviously wasn't going to tell him. He spoke out in the middle of Kit's rant "Sorry for this." He said quietly as he quite easily penetrated Kit's mind, it was easy because he was vulnerable angry letting his emotions outs, after swimming pass the layer of anger he saw an image of the girl feeling Kit's fear at the time.
He knew her. The image sharpened letters forming. "Di..." Diane. The name and image stuck in his head as he fluttered open his eyes. "And don't say that...don't say you aren't worth." Zeke said quietly. "I don't care what you say because you’re worth everything to me." He said staring at him a bit hard trying to get the point straight.
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Post by Kit Livingston on Jan 21, 2010 22:46:35 GMT
Kit closed his eyes, gritting his teeth. Just as he thought it was impossible to feel worse, to feel like the world was more against him, Zeke was being invasive. "I thought I told you not to," he growled, his anger flooding through him still, leaving him feeling quickly drained but he wasn't going to let that change anything. "Why doesn't everyone just take what they want from me?" he said sarcastic, "Not that I have anything left."
He finally walked over to beside the window, leaning against it to stop his pacing around, though his fisted hands swung down and tapped the wall behind him. "I don't care what you think I'm worth to you, because I'm not." he slid down, sitting down on the floor. "I'm not worth a fucking bit of what you think of me. I don't deserve you...." he snapped, not wanting to direct his anger to Zeke but wanting to hurt himself.
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Post by Zeke James Vasser on Jan 21, 2010 22:56:34 GMT
Zeke sat there listening quietly sure he shouldn't have exactly invaded his mind. Maybe it was the wrong thing to do but it was important, to him at least. He was taking the anger quite easily hearing him out most of it sounding quite harsh. It was quiet after that. Zeke didn't say anything; he sat there waiting for the next out burst. He pulled the cover off himself swinging one leg over the side of his bed then slowly moving his casted leg over as well. He sat at the edge grabbing a nearby crutch slowly standing up.
His ribs were still pained his leg as well but he slowly but surely made his way over to where Kit sat taking deep breaths the whole way and stopping once to adjust the crutch. Once he reached where Kit stood. "I know those words aren't true, and while I do care what you think I could care less if you think you don't deserve me." Zeke said looking down. "Those words aren't true so stop trying to argue they are." He told him quietly.
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Post by Kit Livingston on Jan 21, 2010 23:05:25 GMT
Kit smiled, turning away as he felt shame washing over him. "Please.... Zeke...." he said, not sure what he wanted. He just wanted him to turn away, to not love him anymore and to realise just how worthless he was.
But he also wanted him, needed something to hold onto that was real. "Zeke..." he breathed, pulling his hand behind Zeke's back and holding onto him, softly resting his head against his shoulder, not letting any weight rest there in case it hurt him, but still letting them touch. "You mean so much to me, Zeke," he told him, his voice pleading, "Please, don't go anywhere near her. Please just try to leave this. I don't want you to be hurt... to be more hurt. Promise me you won't, Zeke." he told him, gritting his teeth against the new pain that came from just thinking of what could happen if Zeke and the girl fought.
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