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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 18, 2010 20:07:09 GMT
Diane completed his orders, actually finding it reassuring to be given instructions and be able to wait hand and foot on her boyfriend. She enjoyed being used, and told what to do, which was probably why she had stayed so close to abusive relationships in the past. She kissed him back, holding his hand as they sat on the bench. She smiled to herself, feeling like she was in heaven, but also knowing that there was something lurking not too far away.
She shivered, a feeling of a premonition waiting to be unlocked resting in her mind, but she refused to let herself know what was going to happen. "So... Movie tonight? Want to buy some popcorn or something?" she asked, desperate to stop the nagging feeling of needing to do a premonition spell.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 18, 2010 23:13:17 GMT
Brendan nodded, a funny feeling now in stomach. Something felt like it had snapped, like a foot in his stomach. It brought tears to his eyes as he doubled over, then quickly sat up, not willing to look hurt.
"Y-yeah. Movie.. I dont eat p-popcorn but you can.. I pre-prefer c-c-chocolate covered.." He stood quickly, forgetting his crutches as he ran to the bathroom, a coughing fit overcoming him. He coughed and coughed, then spat up blood, the infection obviously not getting any better as it should have.
"G-g-great.." He coughed, wiping the blood from his chin.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 18, 2010 23:19:40 GMT
She frowned, "Brendan?" she called, watching him in horror as he ran off, watching him with worried eyes. Had she done something wrong? Was he hurt? She wanted to check up on him, but wouldn't it be odd to hang around outside the boys bathroom? She waited patiently where she was, every second growing worry in her features, tapping her foot nervously as she looked around.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 18, 2010 23:25:24 GMT
Brendan waited for the coughing to pass, then groaned, realizing he had coughed so hard for so long, he had broken ribs. Not that he cared. Everything around him was crumbling. Why not his body?
He walked out the bathroom, staying on his toes on his left foot. He walked slowly, every step a tear running down his face. His body was turning on him and he was sure to die soon if he didnt get help. But he didnt care. Dying was worth it if the pain would end. No one would miss him anyways.
He bent down to pick up his crutches, cringing as he hit his ribs. He started coughing again, not even bothering as blood dripped down his chin. He wiped his shoulder against his mouth, hoping Diane wouldnt notice something awful was wrong. With a little luck, he would die in her arms.
But knowing his luck lately, he would die in his sleep.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 18, 2010 23:36:32 GMT
Diane stared at him, horrified as she saw the blood and the pain on his face. "Oh... oh god." she thought, her heart skipping in her chest. "Brendan? Oh God..." she said again, taking his entire body weight loosely on her shoulders as she pulled him back onto the bench, not trusting him on his own... foot.
"Brendan, it'll be OK, just try and relax..." she said, not letting him speak as she sat beside him, her phone already to her ear and the emergency code of that country already having been typed into it as she spoke quickly, explaining exactly where they were and what had happened, a little desperation in her voice.
She hung up, throwing her phone back down on the bench and not caring if it was broken or lost forever. She put her arms around him, kissing his forehead, wondering what on Earth she could do. There were people all around, magic was impossible with so many people, though she could feel it pulsing just below her skin, ready to lash out and taking up most of her energy to stop it. "It'll be OK...." she repeated again.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 18, 2010 23:45:45 GMT
Brendan shook his head violently, not wanting to go, not wanting to get poked again and again by some awful nurse. Somewhere in his head, someone laughed cruely, as if a person had did this rather than an illness. He tried to sit up, his broken rib feeling as if it were ready to puncture his lung. A single tear ran down his cheek as he was convinced he would loose Diane.
This is what you get. You deserve this... the guy said, a smile in his voice.
"No.." He murmured, wheezing. He went pale, his heart starting to race, trying to take the provide the body with the oxygen it wasnt getting.
She doesnt deserve you.
"Stop it.. stop.." He whispered, cringing.
"Diane..."
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 18, 2010 23:54:26 GMT
Diane put her arm around him, tears flooding down her face. She had never felt more afraid in her life, even when she had come so close to dying she had never felt this fear and helplessness through her soul. "Brendan, concentrate on my voice, alright?" she spoke, brushing back his hair, watching him concerned. She knew she had to distract him, force him to focus on the real world and not the pain.
"Brendan... you have to focus on me, alright? I..." she chocked, wondering if her words were right. She knew that they were, knew that she had been meaning to say them, hoping they would be just as believable in this world. She also knew that if she didn't say them now, she would regret it forever. "I love you, Brendan. I really love you." she told him, meaning every word as she leant forward and kissed him on the chest again, ignoring the looks they were getting.
Why were they all just watching? Why couldn't they just leave? She felt like screaming at them all, breaking jaws until her hands were bloody stumps, but she resisted as always. "Where the fuck is that ambulance?" she said under her breath.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 19, 2010 0:06:16 GMT
Brendan forced himself to sit up, the urge to just lay down more than he could handle, feeling his lungs fill with blood. He started coughing as he dropped to his knees and layed on the ground, just wanting to lay somewhere, anywhere.
She doesnt love you! Youre pathetic! Look at yourself!
"I-I-I.. love you.. Diane.." He murmured, wishing with all his might that she could hear him. If she never heard him before, he wished she could hear him now. Next thing he knew, he was being strapped to something cold and hard, then being wheeled away, away from the bench, away from Diane.
"Diane!" He screamed with the last of his energy, the coughing getting worse and more violent. His shirt was covered in blood now, his heartbeat quickening even more to try and keep him alive, even a little. Everything was dark, someone standing over him, he could feel it. And he didnt think it was Diane.
"Diane.. Diane.." He cried before he lost conciousness, the team of medics hurrying Diane into the back of the ambulance before driving off.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 19, 2010 0:13:01 GMT
Tears were flowing freely, her black coat covered in dark splotches where her tears had dropped down unheeded, desperate to hold his hand or say something as the medics came, though she knew that if she made any sound at all it would be a scream or a sob. She put her hand tightly over her mouth, trying to control herself as she gasped for air, watching him without ever taking her eyes from him.
She didn't break contact when she was put into the ambulance with him, barely noticing that she was moving and sitting down across the side as people moved quickly to keep him alive. She closed her eyes, trying to say his name but it only came out as gasps, not that he could hear it now.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 19, 2010 0:21:51 GMT
Brendan was totally unaware of where he was, who he was, or why he was there by the time he woke up in recovery. His chest hurt madly, his dress on backwards and open so the nurses could have access to his wounds feely. He looked a bit like a mummy. He turned his head, looking for someone, he didnt know who. There was a nurse but she wasnt it. And a doctor but he wasnt it either. Who ever this person was, he felt empty without them, a dying need to see them.
"Someones missing.." He mumbled, his voice rhaspy and dry. "Doc?"
"Morning, sleeping gorgeous." He said with a smile. "Youre free to have visitors now. Ill explain everything when she gets in."
The nurse left the room, to fetch the person Brendan was looking for, he assumed. He was so out of it, his own name was a question to him. And he was hoping he was soon to get answers.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 19, 2010 0:26:26 GMT
She walked into the room quickly, her heart racing as she saw Brendan, breathing his name under her breath as she saw him and practically jogged over to his side. Her cheeks were still streaky from tears, her eyes still bright red and her breath a little uneven. She had had better days. She leaned forwards and kissed him on the lips quickly, knowing that she probably shouldn't have done that in front of the doctors but she was beyond caring.
She clutched onto his hand, a smile which was so wide it hurt her cheeks plastered onto her face at seeing that he was alright. "I was so worried..." she breathed, turning back to the doctor, waiting patiently for whatever news he had to offer.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 19, 2010 0:36:34 GMT
Brendan clutched her hand, everything flooding back as she kissed him. He wanted to reach up and hold her close, kiss her deeper, but by the time the thought passed his mind, she was gone. He blushed and looked at the doctor.
"Well, sir. Whats your name?" The doctor asked, setting his clipboard down in a chair.
"Brendan Christopher Reid. Born December 17, 6 and a half minutes before Brax. Did I win the million dollars?" He said, a smile playing on his lips.
"Not yet. Whos she?"
"My angel.."
"Her name, Brendan."
"Diane."
"Good. Now I got good news and bad news. Which would you prefer?"
"Bad."
"Youll be here for a week, and youll be on complete bed rest for a month and a half."
"Bad? I thought you were going to say I lost Diane or something..."
"Brendan, focus!"
"Yessir."
"The good news is youre fine. You had an unknown infection, unseen to anyone Ive talked to. It had nearly eaten your stomach up. But we managed to save it. You wont be able to eat real food for 2 or so months. You also lost alot of blood. Well have to moitor you to see if you react to the transfusion. We also had to drain your lungs. They were completely filled with blood by the time we did but you are lucky to have survived."
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 19, 2010 0:43:21 GMT
She smiled and blushed at the compliments, turning away and looking down, though her eyes watered, threatening to break loose into tears again as she was told the bad news. She turned to Brendan, smiling and trying to put on a brave face for him. He seemed to be taking the news so much easier than she was; "You'll be fine, I'll be here every day. I can bring you work if you like." she said, smiling as she absently brushed back his hair, fighting as hard as she could to stop her eyes from watering. She clutched his hand tightly, as if it could somehow take her health and pass it through to him.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 19, 2010 0:52:28 GMT
Brendan wished he could hold her. The doctor gave him a few more orders: no sneaking food, no getting 'excited' [Brendan smirked at this} because the last thing he needed was a quickened heartrate, no walking, and the such. So he was pretty much to lay there, only getting up to use the bathroom, which the doctor said a nurse would help him with the getting around.
"Uhm.. Doc?" He looked at Diane, then back at the doctor.
"Yes, son."
"Wheres Diane gonna sleep?"
"We can get her a bed or she can sleep with you, which ever she would like. Im assuming, though, shes going to be leaving at bedtime."
"Oh..."
"Diane, have you gotten a wristband? If not, we can get you one. Theyre the kind the newborn babies wear. They dont come off easily. Youll be wearing it for awhile."
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 19, 2010 1:01:22 GMT
Diane smiled and nodded, remembering the itchy band. It had taken her forever to get her last one off. "Like a gig wristband," she said, remembering the itchy fabric wristband she had worn that one year she went to Leeds festival; some of her friends had been wearing the wristbands from that festival for several years. "Thanks, that would be good." she said, smiling at the doctors suggestion.
She leaned forwards and kissed Brendan on the head again, "If you'll let me I'll stay a couple of times then I will. Not every night, obviously, and I'll be in my own bed. I can't sleep with someone in a single anyway." she said with a shrug, remembering how she had climbed out of her bed in the middle of the night to sleep in one of the other beds in the room once Brendan was asleep.
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