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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 31, 2010 4:09:36 GMT
She looked at the drink, and looked back at Brendan. She didn't want to leave him alone in the hospital. "Can I... can't I just stay here another night?" she asked the nurse, looking at Brendan with a sorrowful look, and back to the nurse.
She seemed reluctant, but she nodded shortly. "I think another night won't matter, if you're away by the morning." she told her with a shrug, before walking out of the room, no doubt to get more nurses for Brendan.
Diane smiled at Brendan, though it was hollow as she saw his pain, "See? I-I get to stay another night with you." she told him in a shaking voice, hoping that he would appreciate it as much as she did.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 31, 2010 4:20:56 GMT
Brendan nodded, forcing a smile at her as a team of nurses came in to fuss over him. He glanced at Diane, his teeth bared down into his lip as one of the nurses shoved a needle in his arm. He cringed, clawing for it as another nurse sat on his chest, pinning his arms down. He arched his back, trying to get the woman off of him, but she wouldnt budge.
"Get off of me, you wench! Get off!" He barked, the other nurse pulling the needle from his arm and shoving another in, as if she didnt care whether she hurt him or not. He grew dizzy, drowsy as he looked over at Diane. The nurse climbed off of him, pushing him away as the first pulled back her needle.
"Diane.." He murmured as he drifted into sleep.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 31, 2010 4:27:30 GMT
Diane looked over to him, feeling his pain running through her as if it was her own. "It's OK, Brendan...." she said softly. "I'll be right here when you wake up...." she told him, trusting the doctors and nurses, even if Brendan didn't. Doctors cured people, brought them back to her when she really needed them. They would save Brendan, take away his pain.
She looked up to one of the nurses, asking softly, "Does he really need another operation so soon?" It seemed unnatural for her to see him taken away so quickly when he seemed to be so well compared to when they had first brought him in.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 31, 2010 4:32:06 GMT
The nurse nodded, handing Diane the shake the last nurse had left.
"Theyre going to cut him open again and make sure hes healing well. If hes not, theyll fix him. If he is, he'll be stitched right back up and wheeled back in. Theyll do that one more time before he goes home. And then, he'll be right back to normal. Except he wont be able to eat food. And dont mind that other nurse. Shes jelous of people in love." The nurse leaned close to Diane, whispering. "She hasnt had a date in years. And seeing you two, so in love, it just eats her right up!"
She laughed a bit, clapping her hands together for emphasis. "Ill make sure they keep a bed in here for you. Just in case you want to come back. Want me to stay in here and keep you company? He shouldnt be long." She patted her hand, smiling down at her.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 31, 2010 4:43:54 GMT
Diane took the shake in her hands, not really wanting to drink it. She nodded to herself at what the nurse was saying. It seemed to somewhat make sense, but she still wished there was some sort of alternative. Why couldn't they just scan? Why did they have to cut into her Brendan, why did they have to hurt him? Why couldn't they see he was healthy and happy, and that nothing bad would happen. Nothing bad could happen; Diane was already past the 'whats the worst that could happen' stage, and she had reached that point long ago. Now, it was just beginning to get stupid; she was almost bored of chaos.
"Thank you," she said to the nurse, meaning it deeply. "Thank you for everything you've done to help us." she said with a blush, realising how easy it would have been for them to separate the lovers, for them to treat them worse and get away with so much pain in the name of healing. "I'd appreciate someone here," she said, realising that she had no way of contacting anyone that she knew. She couldn't even remember the country code to call her father or Sharon.
She took a drink slowly, before feeling it burning down her throat. She stopped and doubled over, coughing and choking as her throat stung desperately. She coughed and breathed hoarsely, realising fully why she'd been told no solid food. No wonder it hurt to talk sometimes. She put the drink on the table away from her, not wanting to go back to it again, even though she knew without it she would be too weak to leave. Good, she thought, Let me be too weak to leave Brendan, just until he is out of here....
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 31, 2010 4:52:30 GMT
The nurse reached for Diane, patting her back gently as she coughed.
"Doctors orders, young lady. No leaving until you can down that." She said, pointing at the drink, then helping Diane into a sitting position, where the drink would go down a little better. "But I can always get you something a little thinner. And it tastes better. Much better. Because that tastes like chalk. What do you prefer? Chocolate or strawberry?"
She smiled at Diane as the nurse wheeled a sleeping Brendan back in, his hand clutching at his bandages as if he was in pain. "Oh dear." She mumbled, walking to him, then walking out. She returned a few seconds later, scribbing something on Brendans chart before wheeling in an IV, poking the needle into his arm and setting it to a slow drip to ease the pain. She then turned back to Diane.
"So about that drink.." She smiled, plucking the malt from the table as she waited for Dianes answer.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 31, 2010 4:59:34 GMT
Diane looked at Brendan, completely ignoring the drink and hoping that the nurse was going to take the hint. She wasn't going to drink that stuff; yes, it would have helped if it was slightly thinner, but she actually surprisingly enjoyed the taste when it didn't taste of her own throat being ripped in half. She remembered stealing Melville's protein drinks occasionally, though she didn't do it too much since it made her gain weight. But she wasn't going to drink the stuff while it hurt so much. She wasn't going to drink it when finishing it would tear her away from Brendan.
She looked at the nurse. She'd never heard a nurse saying 'oh no', and it immediately filled her with fear. "W-what's wrong? Why is he back so quickly?" she asked, keeping her voice quiet in case he woke when he should have been resting.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 31, 2010 5:07:32 GMT
"I told you they were just going to take a quick look-see. You mustve lost track of time. Its been nearly twenty minutes.." She said, looking down at her watch, then at Brendans clipboard, and then nodding. "Yep. Twenty minutes. Hes just in pain, is all. The seditive will knock you out, but it sure dont take the pain away." She said, walking out of the room with the shake, saying something to the nurse in charge, and then returning with a much thinner drink.
"Strawberry. You dont look like you like chocolate much. Your skins much to clear. But this is much, much, thinner, dear. And it shouldnt hurt near as much going down. But if it does, well just hook you back up to the IV and try again tomorrow!" She smiled at her, the nurses loud voice making Brendan stirr, but not wake. She placed Brendans clipboard back on the end of his bed and grabbed Dianes, scribbling something on it.
"Well just try again tomorrow. Yep!" She said happily, watching to see if Diane could hold the drink down.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 31, 2010 5:18:21 GMT
Diane looked down at the new strawberry flavoured shake. It did seem a lot weaker, probably made with water rather than milk she realised. It would taste worse than the milk one, she remembered, but it would be thinner. She looked over to Brendan's bed, worried about him but glad that he wouldn't have to see this pain.
She looked back at the drink, taking the smallest sip possible. Even before she had it, she knew it would hurt, and she would focus on that pain. It slid down more easily, but where it hit her throat hurt just as much, and now she was trying hard to swallow it burned for twice as long. She gasped and put her hand to her mouth, her eyes watering as she pushed the cup away as fast as she could, trying to stop her tears of pain falling. She shook her head quickly, wrapping her arms around herself. She could stay attached to drips for as long as it took, remember the pain and fake it day after day, grow weaker until she had Brendan to make her strong.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 31, 2010 5:30:56 GMT
The nurse took the drink back from Diane, shaking her head. "You really mustve been sick.." She said, walking away and bringing in another IV, gently sliding the needle into her arm as she scribbled on her chart. She smiled at the girl, patting her shoulder as she walked out of the room, replacing her chart before exiting.
Brendan coughed, his body shaking with each rhaspy cough from his throat. He opened his eyes, his chest hurting and numb all at once. He looked up at the ceiling, knowing if he turned over, he would get hurt. Again. He squinted at the lights, raising his arm to cover his eyes only to realize there was an IV in it.
"Diane?" He mumbled, holding out his arm in question.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 31, 2010 5:37:31 GMT
Diane looked over to the other bed, making sure that they were alone in the room and quickly going to her arm, sliding the needle back out of her arm. She wasn't in the hospital to get better, not anymore. Now, she would try her best to stay exactly as she was; weak enough to stay with Brendan, strong enough to stay strong for him.
She climbed out of the bed quickly, her head spinning as she had to grasp the edge of the bed to stop herself from falling. She took in a couple of deep breaths, calming her dizzy head, before she finally slid off the bed, walking to Brendan's. She had intended to only stand, but her dizzy spell was refusing to go away as she sat on the side of his bed, careful not to let his IV fall out as she took his hand. "I'm here, Brendan. Just like I promised," she told him.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 31, 2010 5:47:11 GMT
Brendans breathing had grown heavier, his chest feeling as if it had a weight on it. But he had just assumed that was normal, and he would just have to work harder to get his air. He rubbed Dianes leg gently, his fingers intertwined with hers as he gazed up at her with his drowsy eyes.
"I-isnt that great? Y-you get to go home tomorrow morning.." He mumbled sleepily, wanting to go to sleep but afraid Diane would leave his side.
This is my last night with her.. He thought, looking up at her. And then shes going to go home -just like before- and turn evil -just like before- and try and hurt me again -just like before-. But I guess its okay. Its okay isnt it?
"Its okay, isnt it?" He mumbled aloud, not realizing he had actually spoken.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 31, 2010 5:54:40 GMT
Diane looked down at him. She smiled weakly, her eyes unfocussing as her head began to spin. She stopped herself, forcing herself to focus on his hand and his smiles. "Yeah...." she said, not at all believing what she was saying; she was lying about believing that she would go, and that she was happy about it. She looked down at him, leaning forwards and putting her hand against his cheek, running her fingers through his hair. "You know I'd do anything for you...." she breathed, mostly speaking to herself. She really wanted to tell him not to worry, that she wouldn't be leaving him for anything, and that her healing could be postponed until he was ready.
She put her arms around herself suddenly, feeling like a gust of wind had suddenly rushed through the ward. "Brendan..." she said, her skin covered in tiny goosepimples, though it was boiling to touch. "Could I climb under with you? It's cold..." she said, shivering in her warmth.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 31, 2010 6:04:57 GMT
Brendan nodded, pulling his blanket up for her to climb under. He had the arm with the IV in it under the pillow -beneath her head- as he turned on his side, facing her. He rested his head on her shoulder, his dark hair falling into his eyes as he kissed her neck. He slipped his other hand under the blanket, resting it on her upper stomach, afraid to go any lower, or even any higher, for that matter. He rubbed her stomach gently, absentmindedly as he closed his eyes, pulling her closer to him.
"Ill keep you here.. For tonight.." He whispered, beginning to rub her stomach again. His breath was hot against her skin, his lips occasionally brushing her neck as he talked. He balled his hand into a fist around her gown, burrying his face into her shoulder.
"If only for tonight.." He murmured quietly, fighting to stay awake, aware of Diane in his arms.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 31, 2010 6:23:17 GMT
Diane slipped under the covers, pressing as close to Brendan as she dared. She was still shivering, unable to stop herself as her body heat radiated through the covers. It was a wonder that Brendan could not feel the warmth. She rested her head against his shoulder; one of the few places she trusted, before she was finally too tired to shiver anymore. Her breathing grated against her throat, the few sips of the milkshake having opened barely healed scars in her throat. "I love you...." she murmured, her eyes closed as she wrapped her arms around him.
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