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 Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2005 3:31 am
info This flashback is private and only open to certain people, see the list below: Kimaria - Quinn Seeno Evil - Eva Setting - Quarantine ward Time - 21st (after the interview with Catherine)
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2005 3:50 am
The reporter was dead.
The interview had been terrible. Lies, lies and more lies. Who was he trying to protect? Himself?
Hands trembled from where Quinn sat in the corner of the ward, shoulders hunched forwards and eyes darting from side to side. He looked quite mad, as if he too had lost his mind to the fever that had been infecting and killing his patients. So many...so many dead. Why was it he remained alive when all around him people were losing the battle for life?
After a moment he consulted the list:
2 survivors, 58 dead and 36 more still fighting for life in their beds. More and more were being submitted to the ward each day, many of them already too ill to be saved. But how were they to know they'd caught the disease?! He'd told everyone it was contained in quarantine.
He was a liar.
He was no doctor.
He shook his head, fingers tightening around the paper, creasing it in his sweaty palm. It was that reporter's fault! He had set the disease amongst the others and contaminated outsiders...no...no, NO! He was the one at fault, Quinn himself.
He was the one in charge, he should have said no to the reporter, forced him away and kept everyone completely contamination free. Now because of him and his reckless behaviour the city would be in grave danger. The Quarantine would have to be moved to a bigger scale! They had no more choice left.
"Uh...doctor?"
Quinn's head snapped up, steely eyes focusing upon the voice at the door...Marc? "You shouldn't be here. You could become infected." He stood up, and motioned the trainee doctor away with a hand. "Have you been to check on Eva?"
"Yes sir...she seems to be fine, her vital signs are improving."
"Good, that's good." If he could get just one person to survive this illness then it would be a step closer to solving the puzzle. "Now, get out of here and don't come back. Tell the receptionist we...have more bodies to send to the morgue." He sighed and ushered Marc out once more. He'd make a grand doctor someday...if he lived that long.
The smell of death weighed heavy in the air as he moved into the corridor where cots had been set up for people to lie in the corridor whilst they waited for a bed. Since there had been so many deaths recently however, many had now been moved to wards if they hadn't died first.
The moans and groans of the sick rattled through his mind as he headed down to the far side of the corridor. He wanted to see Eva before continuing with his plans.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2005 11:22 am
A picture-perfect scene of happiness embolded itself within her thoughts, dreams. Corruption and insanity lingered amongst the darkness, but this happiness dominated all. And Eva didn't like it. How this dream was all but too happy, how this dream was so perfect. A normal person would have admired the pleasantness of the sleep. But how Eva HATED it, her angst showed, and really in time, all she wanted was but to wake up from this happiness, and be accepted back into the world of nightmares which were just starting to envelope and take affect.
Oh boy, how she loved corruption. Living on the brink, edge of insanity - which in turn was considered her every day, normal lifestyle. But how she loved this new found situation, this pandemic of a situation. It was filled to the brink of corruption, of hate, of death. She could smell death which had began to take its toll on the wards. And did she all but love it. She LUSTED after it, this stench, this foul odour brought about - in turn - more than death for her. It brought about meaning to carry on, and meaning of seeing the corruption which was bound to take fold on earth, and devour her race in its single gulp.
Oh how she lived for that moment, oh how she wanted to see death in its plenty once more, how she lingered on for just that. . . .
Gasping! Eva flew up in her bed, sweat trickling down from her forehead to her lips, which oddly, and disgustingly she accepted gratefully in its gulp, the bitter taste bringing her back to the normality and reality which was the hospital room she was situated in. Ill as ever, stiff as ever, achey as ever. Yes, she was entirely ill still. But to her, she cared but little.
The temptation which had tickled previously was bound and soon to become reality. Now all she needed was her cig's and her magazines.
Her screams echoed the corrider, hoping for an ounce of attention.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2005 11:36 am
He swung into the room, pausing in the doorway to stare at her, leaning against the frame to catch a gaze at her frightful figure sitting in the bed. She did look terrible, but that was only to be expected. By rights she should have been dead by now, but she had survived, she had been blessed with a miracle.
"You should be thanking your lucky stars." He muttered dully, "you should be dead." He said this with little emotion, eyes dark as he strode over to her, pausing to take the glass of water from the side and extending it towards her.
"You'll probably be wanting something stronger than water but in your condition I wouldn't advise it." That wry smile touched at his lips again, and he suddenly look a decade older than he actually was. He himself was suffering despite his health, looking thinner in the face, his skin pale and eyes weary. Dark shadows were visible beneath his eyes, and he found himself craving for a bath and a nice warm bed. His muscles ached with each small movement and legs trembled under the effort of walking.
He slumped down on the chair beside her, elbows resting on the side of the bed so that he could bury his face briefly in his hands. If he closed his eyes now then he might fall asleep...he had patients to care for...so many of them.
"Death...so much death. Eva...this illness is going to kill everyone!" He raised his head up, gazing at her with raw emotion in his face.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2005 11:50 am
Eva waved her - what almost seemed like - straw hair away back from her face, and secured it in a ponytail behind her, by use of one of the bobbles about in her top pocket, just aside a pencil. "Oh? Just give us a ciggy Quinn, man. I'm gagging. I've been out of it for a while and I don't deserve?" Hackles of anger rose amongst her bony back, yet she held back the temptation of going further with her uproar, and decided against letting it get too out of hand.
"To be honest, I'm not wanting to miss all of this for the world." Her words were stone cold. "To see a pandemic this large, this great, its overwhelmingly mind boggling, hell, I want to see this." Her lips propped, as if a cig was visible about her lips. "Its about time those bloody scientists came to terms with the fact that the humans aren't going to last quite as long as they had predicted. Something greater has taken hold." And with a final tilt of her head, complete darkness was cast over her frail face, proving cynical features in bright light white contrast.
"And... we're all going to die..." She could only but laugh at the insanity of the situation they were surrounded in, a mean cackle, and mean eyes which soon trailed over the Doctor insecurely. Eva devoured him to pieces with her eyes, cruelly. And she would never be the same again after this. The conversation, the dream.
Hell, she was going to love this hell-on-earth. And she told him frank, that she would love this crisis more than anything. Her ordinary yet-slighty-odd lifestyle beforehand, was going to take a radical turn of insanity, of complete desperation.
And all she could do was but laugh her head off.
"And we're all going to die."
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2005 12:04 pm
He stared at her. Just...stared.
Her insane blabbering floated about his head as he tried to determine what exactly she was trying to say. She wanted to die? She wanted others to die? That wasn't like Eva at all, she was a survivor who put up with anything, that was why he had admired her despite all her obvious faults.
"That may be true Eva." He said, his voice merely a whisper as he leaned over and opened the small draw by her bedside. His hand delved inside, fumbling blindly for a moment before fingers brushed against what he had been looking for. The small box with its flip lid settled into his palm as he raised it, opened it and took out one of the little white sticks he despised.
A cigarette.
His nose wrinkled at the sight of it, but he wasn't going to deny her something she enjoyed, it might be her last one after all. She might have improved but she was still sick, and in a hospital that was completely full to the brink with contamination.
He handed one to her, then sought the lighter he had kept with it, hands trembling as he raised that also.
"We may all die, all of us...but I'm not going to sit back and let it happen Eva. I can't do that." He gritted his teeth and drew in a hissing breath. "Out of all the patients here, only you and one other have shown signs of improvement. Take this as a sign that you were meant to live in order to aid the people of this city. Stand by my side to fight against this."
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2005 12:21 pm
"This is not my battle, nor my place, nor my purpose. Nor is it my war!" Eva screeched on that note, lighting up her cigarette with haste and taking long and smooth drags from the delicate luxury which made her ooze and squirm in pleasure. "The Government may do whatever they want in this time of crisis, but the fact is there, and it is bold. We all WILL die whether we like it or not." Long puffs of smoke floated idly toward the roof.
"Why should I fight other peoples battles for them? This is a time of desperation, its every man for himself. Dog eat dog. And thats just tough luck. Too bad a man like you cannot see that far off yet. But you will be alone in this hospital in the end. And you will die. You will see darkness you've never seen before. And you will be alone, alone in your ill health. And forever more cast into darkness. Its a bitter future." Her drags were moreso calm now.
"Why not - go out? Enjoy life whilst its there? Enjoy this situation we're in somewhat - yet to an certain extent. Others will flap around at this time, and the last thing you want is for things to rage so far out of control. Do what I would do - and do plan on doing. Walk away. Walk far away, and never look back. . . And watch the earth itself, evaporate, cast into darkness and death. And suddenly, one day in the future, just dissapear... Alone... And all by itself..." Tears rolled innocently.
"Its very harsh being alone at such a desperate time." Her puffs and drags NOW became desperate, and worked up in a rage, a frenzy, tears still rolled, mascara smudged, but was barely visible beneath her thick black rimmed specs. "Its very harsh, and very scary. Its very alone, its very dark. Knowing the inevitable. That hurts, so much." Streams, floods of tears fell about, and she began to sob.
Her covers absorbed them all up about her, and she clung onto them tightly.
And we're all going to die...
Eva sobbed.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2005 12:32 pm
He was a doctor, she was a nurse.
Her way of thinking seemed terribly wrong. Their lives had been given to protect the lives of others, to care for those who were in need. Was she suffering from fever? She was still ill, so perhaps this nonsense she was babbling was due to that? He didn't want to see the best damn nurse he'd ever seen become some crazy fool!
His fists tightened, still trembling with fatigue as he tried to rid himself of exhaustion so he could concentrate.
"Dammit Eva! I probably WILL die! I probably WILL suffer tremendously, God knows I deserve it." His face was being pressed into his palms once more as he tried to fight off a headache. Perhaps he was coming down with the illness too? No...probably just stress. "BUT I WILL NOT LEAVE THIS CITY TO PERISH!" He looked up then, body trembling as the emotion was released. What was the point at shouting at her? She was a stubborn woman and wouldn't listen to him, especially in the state she was in.
Her tears were proof of this. He had never seen her cry before, never, and the sight of it pulled painfully at his heart strings. He shifted, the springs of the bed creaking under the weight as he moved to sit upon it's edge, reaching out to wrap his arms around her shoulders, inhaling the smoke from the cigarette and not caring if it tainted his lungs or not.
"I understand, but there's no need to fear the dark if light remains. I need to be that light for people, I can be that light for you too." His voice was a whisper now and his ears automatically blocked out the piercing sound that meant another patient was close to death.
He hated that sound.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2005 12:41 pm
"Then you will die for what you stand, you will die, and you will fall greatly with your city, your city will perish. And life itself will never be mentioned again. Never. Ever." Tears rolled in their plenty, and the cig secured itself tightly between her lips, and she drew and dragged from it with extreme force, taking out this immense angst, this cruelity, this sadness on the single drags in which she took, the harshness of it sending smoke down her nostrils.
"I love you. My friend. I love you. May what little light remaining, watch over you, watch over you damn good. But in turn, the little light will die too. And you WILL stand alone Quinn, YOU WILL. And you need to face the reality of our situation. Please!" She begged him, still, free tears coming about.
"I both respect and love you too much for that - Doctor." Eva hugged her legs loosely. "No-one will cast dirty eye on you if you abandon post, their dirty eyes WILL perish, their foolish actions will die, and in turn, they too will die for sticking to their post. You need to get out, and find a way out, and do some damn good. Please, I beg just that much of you." Her head shook lightly, and the brown strands distinguished theirselves freely from jet black.
"There is no light, nor is there hope for the people in this ward. They will die. Now, why ever I didn't die, and the other patient, remains a mystery. But I say its fate. Its down to the fact that we are wanted by grace of God, God has a purpose, a task for us to carry out on this earth whilst their is no light. And the same applies for you, you have not caught this virus, you too are chosen by himself. And you have a damn ******** job to do, you need to get out there, AND DO IT! Don't trap yourself in this place forever, get out, and find the light for us all! PLEASE!" Her desperation worsened, and she launched herself at him at a pathetic cling, crying easily into his shoulder.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2005 12:54 pm
He listened and clung to every word, understanding how insane it was despite how truthful the words sounded. She wanted him to leave? Leave to where? He needed to stay, that was his purpose, but what use was he here, waiting in the wards of the dying? Was he truly wasting time here? Should he abandon his post to try and find the answer to all of this?
He said not a word, only hugged her tighter when she clung to him, reaching up to stroke back the dark strands of hair from her face. He wanted to comfort her like he would a child, rock her in his arms till she slept, but what good would a fevered sleep do?
She was in shock perhaps but he didn't know that for sure.
Insane Eva seemed the most sane here.
"My friend..." He repeated softly, lips brushing against the top of her head, "if I leave then what of you? Will you leave too and find this path that God has laid?" He was not a religious man per se, but right now he desperately hoped some powerful, merciful being was watching so that he could use his powers to aid them.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2005 1:05 pm
The strokes, the delicate strokes which fell along her back brought masses of pleasure. Eva gasped as his hand trailed, burrowing her head just in against his neck, her dark hair disguising the goings on, but really, and honestly- she was leaving seductive kisses about his neck, in an odd manner. The desperation brought about a pleasurable, love light, and she soaked every moment of this new found feeling. She welcomed this 'act of desperation- bond' between them, and continued her plants and trails and lines of harsh kisses.
Just at a brief pause, she replied.
"I will follow my path as I must, and you should yours. Do not let obsticles get in your way..." Her kissing resumed, proving what she had just spoke of, was this just a mere test? Or was Eva honestly showing her admiration and affection for the man she respected. Did she love him? Or testing him?
"Go out there, and find our answers." She whispered carefully into his ear, clinging on as tightly as ever onto him.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2005 1:23 pm
Why was he doing this?
Professional Quinn who knew only of work and nothing of pleasure?
Who had been a serious boy who had taken no interest in 'relationships'.
He felt a shiver run down his spine, not of fear but of something else, and though part of his mind told him he was wrong for taking advantage of a sick woman he didn't seem to care. It didn't matter whether he caught the illness, didn't matter whether he died right there and then in the ward, it didn't matter if--
Then she spoke and he jolted from his tranced state to look down at her a little.
Their paths...would they take them to seperate destinations? Would they part to never set eyes on each other again? Well it didn't matter just yet. Whilst she remained bed-ridden he would stay. When she was able to move without her legs collapsing beneath her, then they would consider leaving the ward.
Another piercing note chirped up - the sound of death - but he paid it no heed as he felt her tighten her grip.
Was this just an aid of comfort?
A gesture between friends?
What was this flutter in his heart?
He let his hand fall from her hair, moving to tip up her face with a finger beneath the chin, then after a moment's pause, his lips brushed over hers. The touch was nothing more than a flutter, hardly a kiss at all, but it made his heart jolt all the same, and as quick as it began it ended and he pulled away.
"Get some rest, as soon as you're better we'll make plans to get out of here. Until then relax, smoke and be merry. I'll check in on you after I've done my rounds...and destroyed that bloody noisy machine." He headed for the door.
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2005 8:27 am
His irresistible touch as it trailed gracefully to her chin, her shivers as his soft fingers fell around her skin, and the eroticism of the moment was only something she'd ever encountered in literature - and in her wildest dreams of course... As their lips met, just touched for that brief moment, she was left breathless, hoping and wishing for a stronger, passionate kiss. But she was left on a cliffhanger, as soon, Quinn was out the room, in what seemed like a matter of seconds, the beautiful moment between them, had diminished - yet, had left it on its climax, and had left something much more beautiful for the afterward.
Eva flopped back as he left, and her eyes trailed the roof above her carefully, fingers reaching up for the cracks off light which contrasted off the fairly dark roofing. "Little light." She murmered to herself. "Everything will be cast into darkness, and all light will die." Her head circled her hand above her in an odd formation.
"All light will be compelled into the lunacy of the darkness, and all life will diminish..." Her fist clenched tightly, and its grip swung about.
"We're all going to die..."
"We're all going to die..."
....
"We're all going to die..."
"No." Her hand unclenched itself, and whirrled around, a light coloured moth revealing itself from her grip, and fluttering out furiously into the shadows, as if distraught. "Quinn will restore light... Because I believe in him."
Her hand dropped with a thud. And she was soon asleep.
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