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 Posted: Sat Feb 20, 2010 4:35 pm
Zac had at last come around, that was the word that could be garnered from listening to his Family as they made their way in and out, ignoring those 'bothersome students' that wanted to visit, all suspect to be co-conspiritors with "That Room mate"
His Father when he had at last appeared was, almost ridiculously tall compared to Zac and his Mother. Not just tall either, but almost square through the shoulders.
You could make out in the shape of his face the relation, but you could also see that he had little desire to be there, no love for the woman he was barely patiently following, or more often being followed by. He made no effort to hide the phone calls to someone refereed to as sweetie, and honey. Never once using these words for his wife.
Most ironically perhaps it was him whom was the best source for nearly unguarded information. He who distractedly confirmed that Zac was in fact increasingly aware of where he was, though he could not recall -exactly- what happened.
At the same time it was him whom, looking surprisingly irate, brought the word, accompanied by a doctor and a Wife whom followed him snarling through clenched teeth to the effect of "HOW COULD YOU!! HOW COULD YOU DO THAT", he, that finally said in a voice like a roll of distant thunder.
"He'd like to see you." , turned to his wife and snarled "SHUT...UP"
And marched for the doors, her following hotly and utterly ignoring the command slinging profanities and curses through barely closeted -rage-.
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Posted: Sat Feb 20, 2010 5:12 pm
The past few days had been rather rough on one Demetri Wright. Hours not spent wandering the hospital halls aimlessly had been spent both at school and very alone back in the dorms. It was horrible really, not having his little buddy to ramble on and on to. And it was rather hard to get information when your friend's mother thought you were the devil himself.
Today had been like the others, a few hours spent walking the hospital halls before finally taking up position in a chair just down the hall from Z's door. Any attempts to move closer had been met with rather mean glares and less than nice words from a certain woman involved. The poor kid looked miserable, curled up in his chair and trying desperately to get a bit of sleep but being unable to due to worrying about his roomie.
Honestly, he wasn't looking all that good either. The broken ribs were anything but 'comfortable', and other injuries involved a few pulled muscles and bruises here and there. He had the look of someone who hadn't slept in days (rather, spending said days bawling his eyes out), and knowing Demy's usual sugar binges it was possible he had slept barely at all since Z's accident.
The sudden statement nearly startled the blonde out of his seat, and once he had regained his composure (or what little of it was left), Demy moved to follow a somewhat grumpy doctor into the room he had been banned from ever since this whole ordeal started.
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Posted: Sat Feb 20, 2010 5:22 pm
"I said it's -fine..." Z's voice could be heard in the hall way as you approached. Perhaps a little hoarse, and irritable, weary but -speaking-.
"I can not -believe- he" the voice of a young man nattered back. "Just let me look, your farrr too excited after that, you should really..."
"It's -fine- I'm -not- excited, and trust me... it's better this way, I just want to see..." he broke off as the door opened and you saw a male nurse hovering at one side of the bed looking surprised for a moment and then almost coy as he glanced between you and Zac.
"Fine.." he male nurse said with a smirk "But I'll be -back- that sounded like a -real- ouchie..."
"You did -not- just say ouchie...." Z sounded drained but looked so relieved to see you.
The nurse patted you on the shoulder as he made his way out and beckoned the grumpy looking doctor with him after whispering in his ear.
"... well don't just stand there..." Z said after a moment with a tired smile and the most curious expression on his face.
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Posted: Sat Feb 20, 2010 5:34 pm
Demy stood there in complete silence while the nurse bustled around and eventually left. Silent still until a few moments after Z had spoken to him and he could no longer contain himself.
"Z! Y-you're....you're okay!"
Tears welled up for perhaps the fiftieth time that day, though for once they were tears of joy and not heart-wrenching sorrow. He took a moment to wipe them away before moving forward, though noticeably slower than he usually moved.
"I've been SO worried man and it's been so hard getting anything out of your um...you know..."
Ugh, that woman. How he'd like to give her a piece of his mind again, but she wouldn't listen to anything he said anyway.
"And...are you okay man? Please tell me you are, please Z man, I wouldn't know what to do with---"
He choked back a sob, rubbing at his eyes furiously for a moment. No, no no NO he would not think of that again. Z wasn't leaving him, everything would be -fine-.
Once close enough the exhausted blonde sunk to his knees right beside Z's bed and rested his chin on the mattress.
"I've missed you...."
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Posted: Sat Feb 20, 2010 5:41 pm
"Missed you too..." He replied quietly and slid his hand over to brush at your damp cheeks.
"Chill with the crying... theirs... a chair you know..."
He ruffled your hair and had to clear his throat, and when you glanced up again he too was crying.
"If you get the chair I'll fill you in... at least what I know...kay?... And uh... peachy, just.. -awesome- I think I'll take up tap dancing..." he said with almost normal sardonic cheer and glanced for a moment at the cast around his leg.
The bruises over his nose and under his eyes looked -livid- in the lighting even with the time that had already passed.
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Posted: Sat Feb 20, 2010 5:47 pm
"...Z?"
He had to admit that the hair ruffling was comforting, nice even, but wet green eyes were filled with worry as he eyed the other boy crying. Z...didn't cry often, or hell -ever- that Demy knew of.
...Must be the pain right? Had to be, Z was pretty jacked up. It couldn't be anything like his mother going through with the promise to take him away forever right. Right?!
Whimpering, Demy dragged himself back off the ground and went to retrieve the chair. It looked like it was taking quite a lot out of him even to do something so simple, but eventually he did manage to drag it over beside Z's bed and once there he quickly slid into it.
"Tap-dancing huh? Doesn't seem your thing man, not at all."
He smiled for just a moment, but it quickly faded as he got a real good look at Z's face. Sighing heavily he reached out a hand to gently brush away the other's tears.
"...I failed you man, I'm so sorry..."
It was said quietly, almost mysteriously. Failed...?
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Posted: Sat Feb 20, 2010 5:54 pm
"...the hell did you fail me?" he arched an eyebrow and shook his head very slightly and then crinkled his nose. "mm... don't do that... the head shaking I mean, god... yeah..."
He closed his eyes for a moment and had that 'I'm composing my thoughts ' expression on his face in a sort of 'I'm a bit loopy' kind of way.
"Um... My... mother told me what she wanted to do with the school."
He glanced back at you and looked like he was choosing his next words very carefully.
"mmm... It's not happening... I mean, um, I'm not leaving. I'm sorry she uh... I'm sorry she... "
He stopped for a moment looking VERY much like there was more but he wasn't sure what to say. He looked even, a little scared maybe.
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Posted: Sat Feb 20, 2010 5:59 pm
"I promised I'd protect you, and....clearly I didn't do a good job."
Not...that -he- had promised it. In fact someone else had. But Demy was far too out of it to even care at this point.
Z's next words seem to lift at least some of the weight off Demy's shoulders. Hell, the blonde even managed to smile again.
"You...you r-really mean it? You're not leaving? And I won't have to find a new roommate or buddy or.....yeah. But..really?! That freaked me out so much when she said that man...she doesn't like me, huh? I didn't even do anything, she started screaming at me the moment I showed up at the hospital and just..."
A whimper, and a pause as he tried desperately to hold his tears back again.
"I've been here Z, I promise, she just...wouldn't let me in, ya know..."
Head tilted at that scared look, and Demy reached out to cover Z's hand with his own.
"...you're...okay right? You just look a little...I d-dunno..."
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Posted: Sat Feb 20, 2010 6:03 pm
"You.. did?" he looked for a moment confused again, grasping at the threads that just didn't want to tie themselves together.
"It... I um... " he looked worried again. "I'm not leaving but...I uh..."
"... Dem I just... forbid her from coming back... and I didn't do much better with my Father, not that, he cared anyhow he's... just going to be the one paying for my school now...."
He stared at you with furrowed anxious gaze.
"...I just kicked my family out... I just... Dem I just told them I L...that I... wouldn't leave you. "
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Posted: Sat Feb 20, 2010 6:30 pm
"You...w-what?"
Demy stared at his friend in absolute shock. Z....had thrown out his own -family- for him? Had...forbid his mom from coming back? W-what?!
"Z...Z z z, you...you s-shouldn't have done that man! She's not exactly that n-nice but she's your mom and I'm n-not worth throwing out your family over and just...w-w-what?!"
He looked panicked, to the point of fidgeting nervously in his chair. No no no...Z couldn't ruin his life for him. He was awesome, but not -that- awesome. Demy wanted the best for Z...even if that meant giving him up so his life was 'better'.
No matter how much that'd hurt.
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Posted: Sat Feb 20, 2010 7:09 pm
"Don't... Don't say that!!"
He looked somewhere between terrified, lost and angry.
"She's not... BLAMING you for this. They'll get over it... HE doesn't care, he didn't even want to be here. She just... she can't -change- who I like, or why I like them, or how much."
"... I told her she can come back when she apologizes to you... He gets to come back when he stops pretending I'm not his god damned son... for starters..." He looked away flushed.
"f--kingtired...." he muttered half under his breath.
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Posted: Sat Feb 20, 2010 7:17 pm
"Z...."
His tone said he wanted to scold the other boy. Tell him he was just -loopy- and he better go call his parents back right this instant and apologize to them before this got worse.
But none of that was said, and instead his lips formed a tired little smile.
"You're not gonna throw me out right? Cause that hallway's starting to get real boring. Worried about you man...you shouldn't have done that. They're your parents..."
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Posted: Sat Feb 20, 2010 7:29 pm
"No..." he said flatly..
"And I'm -not- loopy... I'm tired of... she just called him so she could -see- him. Their still -married- you know. She won't give him a divorce and he doesn't care. And... besides... She was ..m...mad I said I was...
Dating you..."
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Posted: Sat Feb 20, 2010 7:37 pm
"....You told them that?"
Demy had to stop for a moment, wiping yet more fresh tears from his face.
"Z..you...you actually told them? You...w-want to actually claim me? I just...I....I d-dunno what to say..."
There was a smile though, a smile that said everything for him. Sure he was worried about his buddy and the potential future fights with his parents.
But Z wanted him and was willing to send his own -parents- away to keep him.
"I...l-love you man, I know you don't like that word but I dunno what else to call it and I just...god I'd hug you right now if it wouldn't about kill us both!"
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Posted: Sat Feb 20, 2010 7:41 pm
"I....iiifff you hugged me right now I think I'd have to smother you with a pillow... " He said and gave a short laugh.
"...W...wait why would It kill you...what did you do?" He scowled at you.
"... what -did- you do..."
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