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Post by haydn kristóff nobel on Jan 27, 2012 20:43:04 GMT -5
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Cracking an eye open Haydn cringed at the excess of light attacking his brain. Groaning slightly he tried to move only to realize he couldn’t; not because of some type of strain, but because of the pain in his every limb. What had happened? His mind was still foggy at best but he forced himself to remember just like he compelled his eyes to open again, taking in the mild light that came from a nearby window. “W—“ he tried to speak, only to find his voice raspy and painful. Coughing slightly he felt as if his chest was being stabbed with every movement and calmed down only when someone moved the bed he was lying on to a half sitting position.
“Don’t move Mr. Nobel, you’re still a little delicate~” The sweet yet energetic voice of a woman echoed in his brain, adding to the headache he started feeling with those sneaky rays of light. “W—“ he tried to speak again but with equal luck. As soon as he started choking with the dryness in his throat Haydn felt a thin straw being pressed against his lips. “Drink please.” The same voice said, and Haydn didn’t find the strength to fight back the order and swallowed the water that was being offered. The liquid had a nice soothing effect that Haydn felt thankful for. Once he was done with the few droplets that he could actually swallow without choking again he finally took in the situation that surrounded him.
He was dressed with a very embarrassing looking hospital gown that reached barely above his knees. He knew it, because he could feel the cold white sheets against his legs. There was also an iv hooked to his arm and it wasn’t until he tried to move his hand that he noticed how uncomfortable it felt. He was aching all over but that wasn’t exactly what was important in his head right now. “W—“ Third time was the charm right? No. Haydn found himself coughing again, albeit softer and less painfully than before. “What is it Mr. Nobel?” The nurse asked absentmindedly as she moved around his bed, checking the IV and making sure the bed was in the right position. “Do you want to know what happened? That’s what they all ask when waking up.” She chuckled, her laughter as pleasant as her voice but it just made Haydn frown. “No.” He said, trying with a different word and succeeding. “Where is James?” He managed to ask, now that his voice had gotten used to the strain.
The nurse stopped her chores to look at him with a curious blinking look. A knowing smile reached her features soon after and a little nod added at last to show Haydn that she understood his request. “Mr. Jefferson is right here~” She chanted again, moving to the side of Haydn’s bed and pulling a nearby curtain open, revealing James’ form. The relieved sigh that came out of Haydn’s lips provoked a chuckle from the nurse who amusedly patted Haydn’s leg and started walking out. “James?” He asked, still with a weak voice, hoping the other was awake.
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Post by james matthew jefferson on Jan 27, 2012 22:13:02 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;]hi » LOVE ME. when the school had gone under attack, james had been in the hallway, because he hadn't had a class at that time. the first and last thought that had ran through his mind was haydn and having to get to him to keep safe. in the midst of making his way to haydn's classroom, a small bomb had gone off and sent james flying, and landing unconscious. when he awoke, he was on his way to the emergency room and a bunch of people were telling him he was going to be okay. that there was nothing to worry about. "no i-" james had went to say, but his body couldn't take the pain anymore and he had drifted back into the dark sleep.
it was quite a while later that james woke up in a hospital room that smelled a lot like... "old people." james croaked, barely audible to even himself. he started to sit up until a nurse rushed toward him and said "mr. jefferson, you must lay back down. you're body is not going to be able to handle you moving right now." but there was a will in james that he had never experienced. he wanted to see haydn. that's all that he could think about. "fuck... my body." james spat, again tearing at his throat. he turned to look at the nurse, who was now grabbing at his wrist, and yanked away his hand, almost sending himself to the floor. "i didn't mean literally." he said to her, implying to what he had said before. before he could even comprehend that there were large people in front of him, he was sedated and back into the black shadow.
james didn't know what it was that caught his attention to wake him up, but he jerked to life, his eyes snapping open. he winced slightly at the pain in his side, but turned to his right and realized that he had been moved to a different room. he turned to see haydn looking at him, and a smile crossed his face. "now mr. jefferson, this is on special permission. don't get up and we won't have a problem." |
[/i] james nodded his head, never taking his eyes off of haydn. "haydn.." he said out loud, his voice scratchy, but he didn't care. he was finally here with him. "i love you." and he meant it. there wasn't a part of him that would object to him being with haydn. james turned just slightly so that he could see haydn better, and then he smiled again. smiled because he was happy he was here with haydn, smiled because he wouldn't want to be anywhere else, smiled because he knew that haydn loved it when he did. his side twinged just slightly when he breathed, but he didn't let it show. he was going to be strong no matter what. he'd be there for the both of them.[/div] words, outfit, whatever you want
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Post by haydn kristóff nobel on Jan 31, 2012 13:34:44 GMT -5
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James was there, and he was alright. In Haydn’s foggy mind that was all that mattered for now. The fact that he tried to lift his head again in a vain attempt to take a better look at him and hissed in pain didn’t matter much. It also didn’t matter that he couldn’t feel his toes from how cold the room was, or that the IV pumping meds into his veins felt horribly uncomfortable. None of that mattered, because James was alright.
Haydn still couldn’t remember clearly what had happened during the attack. He remembered the lights going off and hearing a gunshot. He had been caught in a short break between classes and so Haydn felt the urge of leaving the teacher’s lounge in search for James and Lynette; one for obvious reasons and the other because she was his dear friend. Haydn did find one of them, James, walking down the hallways probably heading to a classroom when he saw it… some sort of explosive device going off and sending him flying backwards. The only thing Haydn could do was run to him, try to help him but he didn’t make it far. He remembered hearing another gunshot and then everything was black.
“Hey…” Haydn offered a very soft yet relieved greeting. Lowering his gaze he felt a heavy weight on his heart, as if he had done something wrong. “Sorry I couldn’t help you…” He said in that apologetic way he was so used to speak in. He should’ve been more careful, or at least not rush towards James the way he did. He could’ve avoided getting hurt if that happened but well… it happened and there wasn’t really a way to change it.
Haydn’s train of thought was interrupted by James’ words. Lifting his blue eyes he posed them on the man next to him, a faint blush appearing in his face as he stared at him for a few moments before shifting his gaze again, slightly embarrassed. “I love you too.” He said, barely audible and shifting on the bed, ignoring the pain on his chest every time he did so. “Umh, are you ok? Does it hurt too much?” He asked, quickly trying to change the topic to something that wouldn’t have him blushing like a teenage girl. “Do you know what happened?” Oh yeah, now that he knew James was alright he could very well ask about the less important things like what happened, or why James encountered a bomb, or why he was shot on the back…
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