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Post by Diane McLain on Feb 3, 2010 7:40:11 GMT
Diane nodded to herself, feeling her eyelids drooping, hearing Brendan calling something... it sounded like a name. A name of someone who he cared about. That was nice, he would have someone who cared about him when Diane died, her fever induced logic deducted. Get well soon... she continued to hear, noticing that another needle was going into her arm with disinterest. They were muttering something about lowering her heart-rate in hurried tones.
She knew how they would do that. They were going to kill her. They'd already tried before, already almost managed, but she would fight. They had done nothing but make her worse. She would run, she would run away and get away from the murderous nurses... just after... nap...
It faded to black.
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Her eyes opened slowly. The first thing she noticed was that she had a tube in her mouth, which was extremely uncomfortable. One of the nurses nearby, however, seeing her eyes opening slid out the intubator. She gasped and coughed, though now her coughing had a second pain. Her chest was blotched with a yellow bruise, she noticed looking down and could feel every time her chest rose and fell with breathing.
Her eyes scanned around the white room, piecing together memories and thoughts. Suddenly, she turned her head, looking around the room, her heart beating uncomfortably in her chest. "He's right there." one of the nurses said, knowing exactly what she meant and knowing that Diane's heart rate shouldn't get fast again. She pointed to the bed next to Diane's. He was still asleep from his operation.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Feb 3, 2010 7:50:10 GMT
Brendan opened his eyes, only to find the doctors hovered over him, his chest bleeding as their instruments cut into his skin. He watched in horror, realizing he should be asleep. Why wasnt he asleep? He opened his mouth and screamed, the shrill sound was ear piercing. The nurses quickly rushed to him, covering his eyes as they stuck another needle in his arm. He slipped into sleep again, his dreams filled with nightmares.-- Brendan stirred in his bed, hearing a voice. It didnt sound like Diane to him, didnt sound like the girl he loved. He turned his head to the side, opening his eyes only to find a nurse. He looked around groggily, signing to the nurse with his hands for a drink, and hoping she knew sign language. His throat was sore, felt like it was raw. He cringed, not wanting to breathe from his mouth because it hurt too badly. He looked over beside the nurse and saw Diane, wondering vaugely if she was alive.
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Post by Diane McLain on Feb 3, 2010 7:59:20 GMT
Diane rolled her head to the side, looking at Brendan. Her own throat hurt as well, as she wished desperately now that she could have a drink. It was the first time that she'd ever felt dehydrated since coming to the hospital. She noticed for once she didn't have something in her arm, though there was an IV tied to beside of her. She also noticed there was the cup of water beside her bed. She frowned; if they thought they could make her desperate enough to drink that, they had another thing coming.
She turned back to Brendan, trying to catch his attention with her eyes. She curled her thumb and forefinger into a circle and spread out her other fingers, the international sign for 'OK', with a questioning look on her face.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Feb 3, 2010 8:08:09 GMT
Brendan wanted to curse at the woman, tell her he wanted a drink and she better give it to him or he would tear off every single one of her fingers and feed them to starving chickens. But he just didnt have the energy. He had that same heavy feeling on his chest as he had after every surgery. But he was just grateful it was the last. Waking up in the middle of it didnt help any either.
'I love you.' He mouthed to Diane, then smiled, missing her warmth. But at least she was alive. And even if she wasnt right there with him, in his arms, he knew she would be. One day. He blew her a kiss, a childish gesture, he knew. But he felt it was the only way he could put a smile on her face. He loved seeing her smile, seeing her happy. It made his day. Even if he himself wasnt happy, he was willing to pretend he was. For her.
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Post by Diane McLain on Feb 3, 2010 8:17:09 GMT
Diane smiled, a small hint at a laugh escaping her lips as she pretended to catch the kiss, putting it to her lips and firing another one back at him, mouthing 'I love you too' to him. She smiled, feeling things were much better. Her fever was fading, and she felt like she was simply recovering from the damage the illness gave her, rather than the illness itself. She still felt weak and tired, but it was more relaxing now.
She smiled at him, but it turned into a half-smile as she pointed to the heart-machine and drawing a long line across it, then pointing to the crash cart and defibrillator, and then finally put her hand on her chest with a painfilled, sorry look. She hoped he understood what she meant.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Feb 4, 2010 4:21:11 GMT
Brendan didnt quite know what Diane was talking about, but he had two ideas, one much more frightening than the other. She had either died and been revived or she wanted to get better, wanted to get out of here. And his money was on the first. Tears welled in his eyes as he realized how fragile life really was, how something could be taken from you so easily and you would never know it. Brendan raised a hand, wiping his tears from his cheeks, not wanting Diane to see how badly hurt he was.
The weight on his chest felt like it was lifting, as it always did awhile after he woke up. He wondered vaugley when he would be able to go home, wondered if he would have to be able to down the malt they had tried to give Diane before he was released. But he didnt want to go without her.
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Post by Diane McLain on Feb 4, 2010 17:21:02 GMT
Diane saw the tears in his eyes and nodded gravely, knowing that he was understanding what she meant. She looked down for a moment, trying to process this information herself. Life was fragile, and... she just couldn't think about that right now. So instead she looked at Brendan, a smile coming to her lips as she instructed him to do the same. All she wanted was smiles and to be with him.
A nurse came over with a glass of water, passing it to Brendan and making sure that he could get himself upright enough to drink. "Now, you both need to drink up," she said to them both, "Now I'm not going to lie, it'll probably hurt both of you... but if you do then I might be able to bend protocol one last time and push your beds together into one bed," she said.
Diane glared at the nurse. She realised just how kind an offer it was, and that she meant well, but she still felt bribed and emotionally blackmailed into doing something extremely painful. But she didn't want to let Brendan down. She looked at him, a little afraid.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Feb 4, 2010 18:34:14 GMT
Brendan looked down into the glass in his hands, a frown on his face. He realized how bad this was going to hurt, but also how badly he needed it. He watched as he swirrled it, making a little tornado in the cup. He pressed the glass to his lips, cringing as the liquid slipped down his throat, stinging as it made its way to his stomach. He choked it down, pressing the glass to his lips again as he finished it off, the pain almost welcomed. He was alive, that was for sure. And he intended on keeping it that way.
He choked it down, putting the cup in his lap as he looked down, concentration on the cup. He couldnt throw it up, he knew that much. It would make matters much worse. And it would hurt three times more than when it came down. His stomach didnt know what to think, finally having something inside of it for the first time in a month. He forced himself to keep it down, until the nausea passed.
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Post by Diane McLain on Feb 4, 2010 18:51:18 GMT
Diane looked between Brendan and the nurse, looking at her own cup and then back to the nurse. She wanted to reject, to insult her and throw the water in her face, tell her to shove a tube down her throat and then try and drink cold liquid, and then to try it after weeks of dehydration. But her mouth was dry, and she knew that she would have to drink something eventually.
She took the glass in her hand, refusing to look at Brendan, refusing to acknowledge that he would watch her in pain. It was bad enough that she could hear him struggle. She felt like crying, though she knew she didn't have any liquid to waste on tears. She took a deep breath, putting the rim of the glass to her dry, cracked lips. It washed through her mouth, the taste of sweet salvation, the most delicious water she had ever tasted in her life. But as it ran down it began to seep into the raw cracks of her throat.
She coughed and leaned forwards, trying to focus on keeping it down and swallow it again. Already in pain, and knowing that to prologue it would only cause more, she swallowed more, gasping in pain but still realising how wonderful it was. Even if it didn't seem worth it.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Feb 4, 2010 18:59:53 GMT
Brendan gagged just when he thought he had conquered the water. Didnt this woman know water was the worst thing in the world to drink when you were sick? You needed some lemon-lime drink, something noncaffinated and bubbly. To settle your upset stomach. He gagged again, forcing the water back down. He was determined that he was going to keep this down, even if he drowned in it.
He layed back, closing his eyes as he felt the water settle in his stomach. He thought it wasnt coming back up, but he wasnt willing to trust his judgement.
"This SUCKS." He groaned, his stomach starting to rumble with hunger. "Oh, youre not hungry."
He poked his stomach, talking to it playfully although he knew it would do no good. It started to cramp, wanting food, not drink. He rolled onto his size, thinking he had never been more hundry in his life.
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Post by Diane McLain on Feb 4, 2010 19:10:39 GMT
Diane passed the cup to the nurse once she was finished, almost dropping it since she was shivering so much, just trying to keep her breathing tempered against the pain. The nurse seemed to understand, nodding sympathetically and quickly moving to the side of Diane's bed, grabbing a few friends to help push the equipment and the beds close together, making sure that they were easy to roll away if something happened, but close enough for the lovers to be reunited.
She grabbed the pillows from the extra bed, putting them between the two beds to cover where the metal made it uncomforable. "We'll be bringing food around soon," she said with a smile and a small laugh to Brendan.
Diane smiled at Brendan, pulling herself up slowly and scooting her way across the bed so that she could lie beside him, finally able to rest his hand in hers. She smiled up at him warmly. She knew that the yellow bruises on her chest would be visible when they were so close, but she prayed he didn't notice. She just wanted to be beside him and happy.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Feb 4, 2010 19:40:20 GMT
Brendan pulled Diane closer, wrapping his arms around her waist. He kissed her neck gently, then her cheek before finally placing a kiss on her lips. He pulled away, gazing into her eyes. He wished vaugely that they hadnt made love that one night, that hed kept to himself. It would have made this month a whole lot easier. But then again, he didnt want to take it back, wouldnt take it back for the world. He wanted to groan, but knew she might take that as a sign that he didnt want her near him. He pulled her as close as possible, his chest pressed to hers as he burried his face in her shoulder, his breath caressing her skin. He hummed softly, a song he had on his CDs sticking in his head. He held her close, his hands pressed to the small of her back as he sung quietly: "And listen closely. Im lost without you." |
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Post by Diane McLain on Feb 4, 2010 22:01:34 GMT
Diane would have purred if she could. His voice was soft to her ears, his touch tickling her and covering her skin with goosebumps. She was afraid of her heart-rate, afraid that the incident from just before would repeat, but she tried clear her mind desperately, wrapping her arms around his arm, the only place where she dared to hold. She noticed with slight interest that the cast was off her arm; it had appeared that magic had at least done some work to speed her recovery. She still felt it tentatively, and not looked at it with shame as she remembered there had been another black swirling tattoo under her cast.
She curled into him, pressing her face up into her neck and nuzzling closely. She felt like a tiny kitten in his caring arms, desperate to appear cute for his appearance. She was in a 'cute' mood though, watching him with wide eyes. "I-I-" she began to say, the words hurting her, but she carried on, "I'm sorry I worried you. I'm sorry I didn't get just better. I'm sorry I didn't just take that stupid IV." she said, her eyes watering. She just wanted redemption, to know that the pain that she had put him through because of her stupidity was forgiven.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Feb 5, 2010 2:03:04 GMT
Brendan pulled her closer, her words huring him more than he expected. And he didnt quite know why. Something about her being so hurt, so scared made him wish he could kiss it all away.
"You have nothing to be sorry for, baby. You were scared. We all were.." He looked down at her, his eyes catching hers. He marveled at how beautiful she was, wanting to lean down and kiss her until they both couldnt breathe any longer. But he knew he couldnt. So he pushed the thought from his mind. He brushed her hair from her forehead, his fingers touching her skin gently. He got goosebumps at the touch, realizing he wasnt dreaming. Diane was really here.
"Have I been asleep this whole time? Are you really mine?" He asked, the last couple of months seeming more like a dream that anything else.
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Post by Diane McLain on Feb 5, 2010 2:16:03 GMT
Diane blushed and smiled, her eyes drying quickly as a smile came to her lips. She nodded, laughing lightly. It didn't hurt as much to laugh, she realised, and her skin was far cooler, though her cheeks kept their rosy tiny even when she wasn't blushing. "Yup, you were definitely dreaming. While you were asleep aliens took over the world and implanted you with bittersweet memories. But its OK, because dream world is like, a kagillion times faster than real world, so you'll be able to stay with me forever while you have a nap," she said with a wide grin. The more she spoke, the easier it got to speak more, and she loved her strange rambling anecdotes.
"Also, I'm dreaming, and our dreams sort of merged. But mine was more awesome than yours, because in mine I got you," she said, holding onto his hand and sqeazing lightly.
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