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Posted: Wed May 12, 2010 9:21 pm
Uncomfortable silence filled the evening air as Tanzanite passed under the orange glow of streetlights, casting double shadows down the empty streets. Her arms cradled Linarite like a child, supporting her slender frame with strength beyond what her own thin body seemed capable of possessing. For a long time they walked, for an hour it seemed, with Tanzanite looking straight forward and Linarite's head resting against her shoulder. They walked until Tanzanite was ascending the stairs to her own apartment and shouldering open the door, careful not to bump Linarite's leg. It was swollen now, a worrisome shadee of purple blossoming at the surface near the broken bone.
Gently, Tanzanite set the bluenette upon the mattress on the floor that served as her bed, careless of the blood that oozed out onto the white sheets. Her expression was a complicated one, anger and worry and a hint of fear all found in the set of her brow and the curve of her lips. Jaw was clenched, lips pursed as she pulled out gauze and peroxide and a half dozen other things that she knew she would need from months of bandaging her own wounds. She remained silent right up until she was gripping Linarite's ankle with one hand and just below her knee with the other.
“You're so ******** stupid.”
Lina's eyes widened with shock, and in that brief moment there was a sharp crack and a horrible grinding as Tanzanite set the bone. It was followed by the worst scream Tanzanite had ever heard.
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Morning came slowly, with nothing to be done for Linarite's pain but a handful of Vicodin and a glass of tap water. The dawn came through a haze of pain killers and the dawning realization of where she was. Linarite's leg was splinted and wrapped, but even someone who got her a** kicked as much as Tanzanite wouldn't be able to fit it in a proper cast. Eventually, she would have to take her to the hospital. However, three AM and aNegaverse uniform brought questions that Charonite would not appreciate, and Tanzanite hadn't just saved Lina just to see her beaten for failure.
“You called me stupid,” Audrey groaned and rolled her brown eyes to the corner where her friend sat against the wall in a pair of sweat pants and an old t-shirt two sizes too big.
“You are stupid,” Aree responded dryly.
“Am not.”
“You fell off a building.”
“I was thrown off a building.”
“By Castor.”
“And?”
“Castor,” was all Aree said, and Linarite was out again.
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Getting into the hospital the next morning was easy enough. A little bit of panic and a rise to her voice and they believed the mugging story easily enough. Aree blamed the terrorist group and explained how she thought setting the leg might help her friend because their parents would have killed them if they knew they were out so late. They passed her off as another stupid girl who relied too much on Google and too little on doctors and explained Audrey away as yet another piece of collateral damage in the war between the terrorists with bows and the terrorists with really stupid weapons.
There were so many pieces of collateral damage, most of them in the morgue.
They called their parents anyways
“You called me stupid,” Audrey repeated as she awoke, her leg now encased in a cast such a familiar shade of orange that it looked as though it had been specially ordered to match Ursula's hair.
“You are stupid,” Aree repeated just as dryly as before. Her eyes didn't leave the muted episode of Danny Phantom on the small television, even when Audrey pushed herself up into a sitting position.
“Am n-”
“Don't ever do that again,” Aree interrupted, and suddenly she was staring at Audrey with a narrowed, angry gaze, “You could have died, Audrey. You would have died. If Castor had-” She paused, rethought her words, and continued, “Castor would have killed you.”
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Posted: Mon May 24, 2010 8:13 pm
She was stupid, completely and utterly stupid. It was a litany in her head, though out loud Audrey would deny it until her voice stopped working entirely. Even then, she would continue to retort in the best sign-language ever invented - the glorious middle finger. There was nothing that the bluenette abhorred more in her life than looking incompetent, unintelligent, or a failure. At the moment she was in pain, in the hospital, and feeling the heavy weight of all three debuffs on her morale. The searing shards of deathly pain the captain remembered feeling when the Arm had yanked her tibia back into place was duller now, aided by the delightful technology of modern medicine that was dripping slowly down a tube and into the vein at the crook of her elbow.
Amber eyes simply stared at the needle in her arm as fingers picked at the blanket, refusing to look up into the stormy gray of Aree's own as she spoke hesitantly. "You don't know that. He might have just left me, you saw he ran, but that might have been because of you. I might have neglected to tell him you weren't entirely dead." Now her eyes flicked up for just a second, and back down again as her bravado gave away and the teenager slumped into the hospital bed. "It doesn't matter anyway. Nothing matters anymore. You should have left me there, Aree." Drama was not something that Audrey ever gave into, so what was wrong that she would be so ungrateful and dire?
Indeed, her heartbeat was picking up in a steady increase on the monitor, a faster set of beeps as long fingers combed through unclean and rain-ratted hair. "Castor might have actually done me a ******** favor, killing me. Maybe you can kill me." Now Audrey looked her savior dead in the face, seriousness etched into every part of her body. "Just reach in and crush it Aree. Please. Spare me." The hospital gown that they'd shoved her in to tend her scrapes was easy to tug down, the space over the girl's heart as pale white and pristine as the rest of her skin - the mathematician didn't see the sun much.
A part of Audrey's mind was screaming at her that she was an absolute idiot, a fool, and a waste of space for doing this. Why stop fighting now? Couldn't anyone see that she'd tried? The rest of her was simply screaming back in fear that trying wasn't enough, the queen had imprinted the desire, the need for a life. A powerful life. She had failed to secure the surrogate, so it would now be her heart to be sacrificed on the altar of the Negaverse.
It was not precisely a pleasant thought.
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