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Post by Kit Livingston on Jan 27, 2010 2:00:20 GMT
He drew out a small, shaking breath, closing his eyes and murmuring words of encouragement to himself. There was nothing to be afraid of, he told himself; Nothing to fear. He drew in another breath as he opened his eyes slowly, trying to calm his nerves.
He turned back to the room, looking into it from the place he’d been sitting for a while, waiting for an opportunity. He needed to talk to Brendan, make sure that he was alright. He would have never considered himself a friend or a half-decent person if he’d let something so simple get in the way of seeing a friend in hospital. Thankfully, it seemed that he was finally going to get a chance.
Diane had just fallen asleep. Kit came slowly to the door, looking around the room nervously as he stepped in as quietly as physically possible. He walked around Diane’s bed, slightly further than what could just be considered keeping quiet for the sleeping girl. He walked around it to get to Brendan’s bed, smiling as he reached him though he still looked pretty terrified of the room. He hoped it would simply pass off as a fear of hospitals, rather than a fear of his friend’s girlfriend.
“Hey,” he whispered, barely audible above breathing. “I heard what happened. I’m really sorry that I couldn’t be there. You should have let me know, I could have helped,” he told him. He looked down, ashamed. If he had only known, then he knew he would have been able to face his demon, maybe get some sort of closure, or at least know that what would happened wouldn’t again. Now, his faith in almost everything was broken, and he was starting to think that maybe Ms Jackson was lying when she said the demon was gone.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 28, 2010 0:43:40 GMT
Brendan looked up at Kit, a bit surprised he was there. He kicked back the quilt his brother had brought him, and smiled at the boy, one of the fakest smiles he had ever had the pleasure of giving. And he hoped the boy noticed. Sorry?! He was apologizing for not caring enough to be there for a friend?! Well Brendan certainly didnt consider him a friend now, that was for sure.
"Howdy." He said, the smile starting to hurt his cheeks. But he didnt care. He reached for his phone, scrolling through the messages. This boy was more fake than his brother was. And he didnt like it.
Well, I certainly like him, Bren. Hes cute. And so very nice.
Shut up!
"What brings you here, Kit? Came to see Diane? Shes asleep. Ill tell her you dropped by, tho." He said sarcastically, his disgust with the boy growing. He knew he had other things -better things, such as his boyfriend- to worry about.
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Post by Kit Livingston on Jan 28, 2010 0:55:54 GMT
Kit shook his head quickly at Brendan's suggestion. He most certainly wasn't there for Diane, and hoped that Brendan didn't wake her. The very idea of it was sending new fear through his veins. "No...." he said quietly and quickly, completely losing all of Brendan's sarcasm in his fear.
He gave Brendan a small, nervous smile. Why did Brendan seem so off with him? It hadn't been his fault, he wanted to explain. He wanted to tell him that he had tried to help, that it had destroyed him to do so but he would have tried again and again if needs called for it. "I was just checking up on you," he told him in a slow whisper. "I...." he breathed out a sigh, looking over to the sleeping girl, before quickly looking back to Brendan. "Bren.... Are you certain that demon thing is all gone?" he asked in a shaking voice. If there was any chance that his friend could be hurt like he had, Kit would have gone to the end of the world to stop it.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 28, 2010 2:09:45 GMT
Brendan raised an eyebrow. So thats what this was about? He had no interest in Brendan. Or the well being of his girlfriend, for that matter. What he cared about was the rest of the school, him and his boyfriend. God forbid something happen to their happy little relationship. He had noticed the way he glanced at her, the way a mouse would glance at a sleeping cat, wondering if it was really asleep or just pretending to be.
"No. Im not sure. But chances are, its coming after me and Brax. So dont you worry your pretty little head about you and your boyfriend! Ive been around people like you long enough to know you care nothing about anyone else, as long as they dont bother you and the one you love so dearly. NOW GET OUT OF MY ROOM BEFORE I KICK YOU OUT MYSELF!" He screamed at him, his face growing red. He didnt think he had ever been so mad in his life, even at his own brother. But for someone to be so selfish, and inconsiderate, made him sick.
Aw. I think he should stay. Hes cute. Would be a much better match for you than Diane over there.
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Post by Kit Livingston on Jan 28, 2010 3:42:04 GMT
He stared at the boy, wondering what he was on about. How did he know about him and Zeke? It didn't matter, nothing mattered but the safety of his friends, whoever they were. If Braxton and Brendan were the ones in danger he would save them. Even if Diane was in danger, he would save her, even if he wouldn't particularly enjoy it.
His breathing shuddered, as he could see the girl starting to wake from the loud noise. He wanted to close his eyes and curl into a ball and forget about the entire world around him, but he was helpless, alone, surrounded by people that cared about only his body. He tried to speak, tried to explain himself, but found fear closing his throat tightly.
Kit's heart beat so fast in his chest that it felt like it was going to explode. His breathing was short and heavy, blood pumping through his ears so fast that he couldn't hear anything. He fell back as quickly as he could, with such force that he went flying into the electrical equipment near Brendan's bed. He quickly stopped himself from damaging the equipment, looking between the two.
Quickly, he tried to move past them, tried to run and reach the door.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 28, 2010 4:33:46 GMT
Brendan watched him leave, then looked down at the blanket at the foot of his bed. He walked to Diane, draping the quilt over her as he leaned down to kiss her forehead. He walked back to his bed, silently thanking his brother for kindly bringing him the blankets he had asked for. Maybe his brother could be good for something every once in a while. He crawled under the covers, pulling them over his head as his nurse came in, tapping him. He peeked at her from over the blanket.
"Can I change your bandages, Brendan?" She asked, with a kind smile on her face. He nodded, sitting up and raising his arms as she began to unwrap his wounds slowly.
"It looks like its healing nicely!" She smiled, tossing the soiled bandages into the trash bin and grabbing another roll from her pocket. "Ill get you fixed right up!"
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 28, 2010 4:53:47 GMT
Diane's eyes were closed tightly, her body completely still, but she wasn't sleeping. She was keeping her eyes closed, afraid of seeing what she dreaded, what she knew was real. Brendan had been friends with that boy who she had hurt so badly. It was hard enough dealing with it before, when he was just a nameless character in a hazy past. As Brendan turned back to his bed, a tear ran down Diane's face.
Her eyes opened softly, though she burried her face in her quilt. She smiled at him, though her mouth was covered by the quilt her eyes showed her soft, loving smile, even though there was darkness hidden behind them. "Who was that?" she asked innocently.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 28, 2010 4:58:27 GMT
Brendan looked at her, seeing the tear on her cheek tearing his heart to shreads. The nurse smiled and finished wrapping his abdomen, then walked out of the room. Brendan walked to her, wiping the tear from her cheek as one slipped down his own.
"He no one. Even to me, hes no one. And I dont care if he thinks of me as a friend. I certainly dont think of him as one. Now sleep, baby." He leaned down to kiss her, then hesitated as more tears welled in his eyes and snaked their way down his pale cheeks. He paused, then kissed her forehead, walking away quickly in hopes that she didnt see him crying. What kind of boyfriend cried?
The stupid kind, thats who.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 28, 2010 5:07:33 GMT
Diane shivered slightly pulling the blanket tighter around herself, as if it could mend all of the problems. "Brendan...." she spoke softly, closing her eyes tightly. Why did it have to be so hard? It wasn't like she had been the one who had done those things to everyone. "Brendan, he didn't deserve for you to do that," she said, closing her eyes. Who was she to say what he deserved and what he didn't? He didn't know him, didn't even know his name, didn't know what he was capable of. But she remembered one thing.
"Brendan, he was trying to help you," she said shortly, practically spitting out the words. "I found him when I was still possessed and he tried to help me. He told me it was destroying you. I... I hurt him, Brendan. Because he was trying to help me, the demon... hurt him." she said, biting on her bottom lip.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 28, 2010 5:16:58 GMT
Brendan shook his head, doubting very seriously that the boy cared about anything but his boyfriend. He was just like Braxton, and it drove him crazy.
"Destroying me? Diane, It was killing me. You have no idea how it nearly ruined my life, nearly made me take my own life just to make the heartache go away. And its not your fault. Dont think Im saying that, because if I blame anyone, I blame myself. Maybe if I wouldnt have this thing in my head, this guy screaming at me constantly and trying to finish what I started, you might not have been where you were. You might not have gotten so hurt." He walked to her, taking her hand in his own.
"Dont ever think it was you. Because it wasnt. You didnt choose this. You didnt want this to happen. It just did. And like everything else to come, I fought for you. With all I had. And I nearly lost my life. But it would have been well worth it if it saved you. So dont blame yourself for what you didnt do." He leaned down and kissed her forehead, squeezing her hand gently.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 28, 2010 5:27:23 GMT
Diane nodded, holding onto his hand as tightly as she could, which wasn't very tightly at all. She smiled up at him, her eyes watering as she pulled herself up, pressing against his chest lightly. "It wouldn't have been worth it..." She told him, pressing her lips against his neck softly, "Nothing would be worth living without you..." she said, pulling back so that she could watch him with her kind, brown eyes.
"We're going to fix you, Brendan," she said, taking his hand and pulling it to her lips. "We're going to get that thing out of you, and then it will just be you and me forever." She told him, smiling widely as her whole future seemed perfectly laid out before her. "I don't know how we can do it, but we'll find a way... there must be a way, any way!" she said.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 28, 2010 5:42:49 GMT
Brendan smiled, leaning down to kiss her lips gently. He pulled away quickly, looking down at her beautiful face. Had he been a small child, his eyes would have been wide with wonder at her beauty. He knew she wouldnt believe her, had he told her how simply gorgeous she was. But then again, he wouldnt be able to form the thoughts into words.
"Whatever it takes, Diane, Ill be with you until the day I die." He leaned down to kiss her again, his lips feeling cold against her warm ones. He ran his tounge across her bottom lip, nearly moaning at the contact. It had seemed like forever since he had touched her, held her, had his lips pressed to hers. And it was driving him crazy. He pulled back quickly, squeezing her hand gently.
"Whatever it takes."
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 28, 2010 5:53:57 GMT
Diane smiled, feeling like everything was perfect... or at least they would be, if she wasn't aware that there was more than two in the room. She sighed, running her fingers through Brendan's, thinking to herself as she floated on the peaceful moment, just to be with Brendan. She wished that their body's could meet again, that she didn't have to stop kissing, and that it wouldn't hurt them both to just embrace. Her side was still aching from the painful tattoo, her wrist still broken, and Brendan's wounds were healing too nicely to break.
She smiled at him, "And I promise to love you for as long as physically possible," she said with a childish smile. "Oh, and Brendan...? I know this is a little stupid to think of with all this pain and stuff but.... do you think I should get rid of the tattoos?" she asked, just thankful for something to talk about that wasn't painful. "Have you even seen them all properly?"
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 28, 2010 6:02:47 GMT
Brendan shook his head. No, he hadnt seen them all. And in all honesty, he didnt think he would want to. She may have some in personal places, and he didnt want to violate her.
"N-No. I havent seen them all. And yes, I think you should get them removed." He leaned down, cupping her cheek in his hand as he gazed into her beautiful eyes, thinking he would drown in her if he could. And he would be perfectly happy doing so.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 28, 2010 6:10:20 GMT
She pouted slightly, playfully as she looked at him. Did he not even want to see them, if only for the excuse of admiring her body? Her bandages and needles made her feel ugly. Still, she couldn't judge Brendan, as he probably just had a disliking of tattoos and it would be hypocrytical for her to argue with that since she disliked piercings with a passion. She nodded slightly, "Well, doctors said it would hurt twice as much if I tried to get rid of them while they're still healing. But when they're healed more then sure, if you don't like them, I'll get rid of them." she said, wondering if it would leave a scar. She wouldn't mind a scar in the places only Brendan would look, but she didn't particularly want the one on her face to scar.
"Brendan.... I'm really glad you're here," she said suddenly, feeling a wave of gratefulness hit her, just as the impact of everything that had happened struck. "I don't know.... I don't know what I'd do if you weren't here...."
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