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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 16, 2010 5:21:18 GMT
"Brendan...." she said softly, pushing herself off the wall. You know, most guys would be too afraid to say those words in case they scared off the girl.... she thought to herself, not daring to say the words out loud.
"Brendan...." she breathed again, stepping behind him slowly, wanting to reach out but finding herself unable to bridge the gap between them. "Brendan, love takes a lot of time and effort. I know that I love you as a friend, and I know that Brax loves you as a brother... There are people who care very much for you, people who want you to go back in there and make sure that you can live to make the sun shine another day..." she said, her heart racing quickly in her chest, loud enough for her to hear it in her ears.
"... I've felt love before, but it wasn't my own." she said softly, looking down as the memories of the pure white light flooded her mind, "I.... used to think I was in love, and even that wasn't even close. I know it'll be a long time before I can say I feel love, just because I've felt such a pure kind. But that doesn't mean I feel it any less."
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 16, 2010 5:34:44 GMT
"You dont CARE!" He screamed, whirling around to look at her as tears streamed down his cheeks, then paused, grew plump -pregnant- and then dropped. "You dont understand! Y-you never will! Braxton wont either! He doesnt love us! He loves himself! He loves money! I dont care if were triplets! He doesnt love us! No one ever will!"
He dropped to his knees, his fingers entangled in his hair once again. He shook his head, his teeth baring down into his lip and drawing blood. It trickled down his chin and dropped down onto his shirt.
"Diane.. Diane.. Help me.." He looked up at her, reached for her. "Diane, theres something wrong...."
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 16, 2010 5:40:49 GMT
"Brendan!" she said, also dropping down in front of him and desperately watching him, "Brendan, listen to me," she said, her voice cold and stern, but with love tricking through the gaps, "I do care, and don't you dare say that I don't." she said, genuinely offended and hurt that she had been taken to be someone so cruel.
She took his two wrists tightly, forcing him up and looking at the blood running down his chin, gritting her teeth, "Come on..." she said, her voice a little softer, like an parent who knew they were meant to be angry but couldn't help feel sorry for them, care and love wrapped around her every word. "Lets get you back inside." she said, hoping that she wouldn't need others to help drag him in - she would, if she had to, for his own good.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 16, 2010 5:50:08 GMT
Brendan shook his head and forced his hand back. "Diane. Diane please..." He grabbed her gently by the shoulders, wanting her to hug him, to hold him, to kiss him. But knowing she wouldnt. And somehow, that hurt him worse than being turned down by her.
"Diane.. I-I was supposed to be a tiplet..." He said, his voice shaking, everything suddenly falling into place. "Diane.. That baby didnt die. He didnt die. Diane, hes inside me..."
Once the words were spoken, he wished he could take them back, sure that she would think him crazy and leave him. But to him, he needed her more than he needed air.
"Diane.." He murmured, leaning in to kiss her, to make the pain go away, but stopped and pulled back.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 16, 2010 5:59:31 GMT
Diane stared at him, her eyes wide. He sounded delirious, rambling about things that couldn't possibly be true. "Brendan...." she said, her voice a little distant as she looked at him, her heart breaking to see how much pain he was in, to hear him calling her name again and again... She closed her eyes, unable to bare the pain anymore as she rushed forwards, wrapping her arms around him as tightly as she could, though she was weak so it was barely noticeable.
"Brendan..." she said, tears rolling down her face and falling into his top, "Please, just go back to the hospital... for me?" she asked, her lips kissing down onto his chest and again on his neck, pulling herself back and watching him, letting him see how much he was scaring her.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 16, 2010 6:08:09 GMT
"Diane.. Diane.." He murmured, her kisses setting his body on fire. She probably didnt even realize how bad he wanted her now, her unitentional teasing driving him wild. He stepped forward, caressing cheek gently with his hand as he gazed into her eyes, convinced he was falling in love with her but not wanting to admit it.
He stepped forward another step, placing a hand on either side of her face and pulling her into a kiss. His hands found their way into her hair, feeling it gently as his tounge pressed her lips gently, asking -almost pleading- for entrance. He wrapped his arms around her, pulled her close to him, wanting never to let go. He wanted to hold her close forever, to rock his hips against hers and make her want him just as much as he wanted her now. But he knew he couldnt.
But as long as no one would around, he would kiss her, each one passionate and genuine.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 16, 2010 6:18:56 GMT
She embraced the kiss, her own tongue gliding softly against his as she pressed her body against his, her eyes closed lightly. Her mind was melting and burning with a bright intoxicating fire, wanting so much to never let the moment end. To just stand and kiss under the moonlight forever, Diane's arms running across his body.
She pulled back slowly, as it began to calm. It was paining her to know the truth, but she had to stop. She looked up at him through her eyelashes, almost losing the resolve, but fear pressing down upon her even stronger than her newfound lust. "I don't want you taken away from me..." she said, "Which is why we have to go back," she said, feeling like she was going to cry. Still, the faster they could make sure Brendan would stay alive, the faster they could return to Diane's empty room. She closed her eyes, refusing to let the thoughts enter her mind in case she lost the will to carry on.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 16, 2010 6:26:39 GMT
Brendan kissed her gently, again and again. "Diane.. Diane.. Youll never loose me. Never. I promise." He looked her right in the eyes, meaning every word that came from his mouth. Every word he spoke bore promise, genuine promise that he was determined not to break. A promise he was going to keep if it killed him. He looked down at his hand, the small ring on his pinky catching his eye. His father had given it to him the day he had came here. Ill always be with you son.. He slipped the ring from his finger, taking her left hand in his. He slipped the ring on her ring finger, the band fitting perfectly as if it was made for her and her only.
"Diane, I give you my word, you wont loose me. Ever..."
Ill marry you... Ill take you far away... Ill give you everything you want, Diane. Just stay with me.... He thought, a sudden fear of loosing her over those words making him stop mid breath. He leaned down and kissed her again, sealing every promise he had made to her.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 16, 2010 6:34:42 GMT
She looked down at the ring, smiling a little as it slipped onto her finger, though it felt more than a little uncomfortable. She had always been told it was bad luck to put any ring on that finger without meaning it. "Come on...." she said softly, pulling back and taking his hand, tugging at him slightly for him to hurry back to the hospital. If they were lucky, then their place would still be in line. "Complete your word, promise me you won't leave me by showing me that you will take care of yourself, at least enough so you don't die on me," she said, almost dragging him back into the car park and towards the doors.
She kept the ring on for now, afraid that he would get offended if she took it off in front of him. She would remove it later, while he wasn't looking, she told herself. After all, it had just been a joke... right?
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 16, 2010 16:04:16 GMT
Brendan shrugged and made his way back to the hospital doors, keeping his distance from Diane. He knew what she was thinking: Im chunking this ring when I get home. He guessed she didnt realize how much it meant to him. He guessed it meant nothing to her. And he was sure he meant nothing to her, too.
Just a few minutes ago, he had every intention to keep every promise he had made. Now inside, looking at her, he thought he didnt want to anymore. Why should he put this much effort into someone who he means nothing to? He casually moved over to sit in the next chair away from her, pretending he was interested in a magazine. He turned in the armless chair, tucking his feet benath him and turning his back to her.
He had read her wrong again, made a huge mistake, and now he wanted to go away. Forever. Maybe the guy inside him was right: He would never mean anything to anyone. And he was finally realizing that guy was right.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 16, 2010 17:02:05 GMT
She watched him closely, following him and sitting down, a little hurt when he decided to sit away from her but she accepted that he needed space. She sat, swirling around the ring on her finger, watching the minutes pass by in silence.
Finally, she could take it no more. She stood and sat on the seat behind him, where he had turned his body away from her. She reached forwards and put her arms around him, continuing to twirl the ring around her finger but with Brendan in an embrace. "It's a nice ring..." she said softly, just as it slipped quietly off her finger, and she moved to his hand, slipping back onto its rightful place, with Brendan.
"It's been a long day..." she told him, wrapping her arms fully around him now. The words were soft, and spoken tiredly, as if they could explain everything that had been going wrong recently.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 16, 2010 17:10:42 GMT
Brendan continued to tear up the same piece of paper he had been ripping since he turned away from her. He took the ring off, slipping it around a chain he wore around his neck, and tucked it down into his shirt, not wanting to see the damned thing. He looked down at the mess he made and continued to tear the sheet up.
Finally, the nurse called his name. He stood, wincing in pain as he put weight on his foot. But he didnt let the pain show. He walked to the nurse, then looked back to see if Diane was coming, his depression showing and really starting to take a toll on him and his features. But it could easily be took for exaustion.
He had thought Diane would make him happy, turn his grey skies blue again, but he was wrong. He seemed to be wrong alot lately.
"Were going to have to put you on an IV, to kill any infection." She said with a smile. How she could still be retaining sanity was beyond him.
"Y-yeah..." He mumbled, giving her his arm and looking away, his teeth baring down into his lip and drawing even more blood.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 16, 2010 17:17:22 GMT
She picked herself up, more than a little confused and upset by his silence, but at lest he was still acknowledging that she was there, still wanting him to help him. She followed quickly, listening to the nurse as she held onto the hand that he wasn't holding out for the needle, running her fingertips through his hair. "It's OK.... " she told him, trying to think of something to distract him from the needle. They rarely hurt when you weren't thinking about them. "See, I'll be right here. It'll be fine." she told him, leaning forwards and pressing a kiss into his hair, then looking up at the nurse, suddenly afraid that she'd overstepped some boundary of common courtesy, but still not willing to let go of Brendan's hand.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 16, 2010 17:28:01 GMT
The nurse looked down at Diane, and a smile found its way to her lips.
"Thats okay, hun." She said, a slight southern drawl in her voice. "He needs you."
She pressed the IV into Brendans skin and he cringed, squeezing his eyes tight. He felt it move in his arm as she attatched the hose-like tube to the needle. Then she placed a strip of tape over it and covered him with a blanket.
"Youll have to wait for the IV to finish before the doctor can give you your shot and stitch up that foot of yours. Itll only be a half an hour." She said with a smile then left the room.
Brendan just laid there, pale as a ghost, staring at the wall. He licked his lip, the metallic taste of blood vibrant on his tounge. He cringed again and looked the other way, wanting to rip the needle in his arm out.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 16, 2010 17:35:40 GMT
She couldn't help but cringe and squeeze his hand tightly as the needle went in. She had no trouble with needles, or even seeing them, but seeing his reaction was enough to make her tense. She relaxed and smiled a little when the nurse left, keeping her hand in his but more loosely this time, as she smiled at him, pressing another kiss against his cheek. "See, I told you you'll be fine." she said, looking at the IV and back to Brendan, offering him a comforting smile.
She lifted up her second hand to his, wrapping his hand in her two tiny ones as she looked down, smiling, "I am really glad you're doing this," she said softly. "I was scared for a moment that I would have to drag you here..." she said, smiling a little though she knew it was no laughing matter.
She looked around herself, dropping his hand slowly as she walked to the other side of the room, returning with a box of tissues, putting it down and taking the first one out, quickly dabbing away the blood from his lip.
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