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 Posted: Sat Jul 12, 2008 9:44 pm
Adrian started to run when he was let go, but froze when Jimi said he'd not get a chance to say good-bye to Carlos. The rat knew what Jimi meant - no more Carlos, period. He couldn't live without the younger anthro. He had had a hard enough time being away from Carlos for that one year. "Fine, I'll hear you out."
Adrian looked down at his chest. "I guess I really did get carried away. I didn't even feel that." He starting walking out the door, when he realized that he didn't know where he was headed and stopped.
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Posted: Sat Jul 12, 2008 10:21 pm
"Oh, good for you," the unicorn muttered sarcastically. His grin was almost a grimace behind the glow of his cigarette as he lead the rat down the hall.
The room was carved into stone and otherwise looked a lot like an infirmary. "There's a sink," Jimi said, motioning to a large stainless steel sink with industrial soap dispensers and a deep bowl. What went in there was anyone's guess, and probably right. Meanwhile Jimi went for supplies in another part of the room. He was tempted to just dump whiskey on the rat's injuries. That would both hurt like hell and leave the ugly scars he deserved. It would seem Adrian needed a solid reminder to keep him from flying into a blind rage.
Jimi brought back bandages and ointment. He was not sadistic, just pissed.
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vampire werewolf fangirl2
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Posted: Sun Jul 13, 2008 1:55 pm
Adrian followed Jimi down the hall to the bathroom, not saying anything, figuring that would be the best course of action. He washed his cuts out and put the ointment and bandages on when Jimi brougt them out. The rat didn't say anything during the whole time he was fixing himself off, in fact he didn't know what to say period. He had a feeling if he opened his mouth it would only make things worse than they already are.
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2008 2:58 am
Jimi was not sure what to make of the rat's silence, but at least he was not trying to make excuses. So he simply leaned back against a sink across the room from Adrian and watched him try to bandage himself, which with his piercing expression and lack of pupils was probably pretty scary. "I'm not an expert or anything but some of those are probably going to need stitches. We have someone here who can do that." That was as noncommittal as he got, but the offer was there.
He finished off his cigarette trying to figure out what to say, flicking the ash in the sink before finally dousing it. It was a whole helluva lot easier for Adrian than him at this point, which was really unfair. Who should have to worry about whether their son is safe with his boyfriend or not? Adrian should be protecting him from danger, not putting him into it! Carlos deserved so much better than that. How to say all that without sounding like the stuffy overprotective father?
He lit another cig (Chain smoker much? Ugh, what a day... ) and broke the general silence that had come between them. He felt no embarrassing awkwardness. Instead he felt like he was walking a tightrope. If he made it across his son would be safe and Adrian might make him happy. But if he fell... Carlos could die. There was a lot Adrian would have to do to change that feeling.
"So I'm thinking you have two choices here. There's really only two. Forget about me and everything else for a minute and think really hard about one thing: how much does Carlos mean to you?" He took a long drag and let it out, watching the cloud of smoke gather around the light fixtures. Asalind would kill him for smoking in here.
He eyed Adrian again. "If he's your little plaything..." he waved a hand, "a doll that you put on a shelf or something... yeah, I see this kind of thing happening again and again." He jabbed a finger at Adrian. "And you know what else I see happening? I see him laying dead somewhere with a broken neck or a bashed-in skull because you lost your temper over something stupid. If he means anything to you, you will change yourself. I don't think you have any idea how much he's changed for you. He's the same old Carlos but I can't get him to shut up about you. Adrian this, Adrian that. Moping around for a whole year because he couldn't see you. His car is in such pristine condition because he wasn't good for anything else! It's amazing how much he loves you. You," he spat out. At this point, how could Adrian possibly deserve that?
Jimi finally dropped his gaze and finished the cigarette. "So. You've got two choices. Learn to control your temper... or get the ******** out of his life. Otherwise I will have to kill you... because I don't see this ending well if you don't." Jimi's eyes widened: Amazing. Because that's all there is to it, pal.
Of course, none of the choices would be easy to make or adhere to. People don't just automatically change their temperament because they want to. And if Adrian left Carlos they would both be crushed. And the unicorn actually kind of liked Adrian... but he would do what he had to to protect Carlos.
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vampire werewolf fangirl2
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2008 2:25 pm
Adrian wiped around and glared at Jimi. "Do you think I wanted to hurt him? I didn't! I know that doesn't make it okay, but still, I didn't want to hurt him! And I feel bad enough about it without you rubbing it in! He's not my plaything, or doll! If he was, he would have been hurt a lot more, a lot sooner!" The rat looked away from Jimi. How could he tell his boyfriend's dad how much he felt about Carlos, when he's never even told the unicat how much he meant to him. He knew he had to answer the unicorn, or he'd never get a chance to fix things, but Adrian hasn't had a heart to heart with someone in years, making it difficult for him.
The rat took a deep breath and looked back at Jimi. "He means everything to me," he said in a whisper. "I haven't felt this way towards anyone in a long, long time and this time, I'm not the one at risk of getting hurt, he is and that scares me, knowing that I'm the one that can hurt him or protect him the most. That year when he was gone was the worst for me. I thought he abandoned me like everyone else in my life. I sunk lower then I ever have. When he came back, I didn't know how to react, so I lashed out at him. When he stuck around, I couldn't help but feel...happy. That's why I trusted him and followed him here to reinforce that fact that he was telling the truth. I've never had someone stick by me like that. But I blew it all in one go with what I just did. He would be crazy to stay with me after that," Adrian turned away again after bearing his soul to his boyfriend's dad. He was embarssed at what he just did. The rat was now wide open and vulnerable, at least, that's what he felt.
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2008 3:45 pm
Jimi smiled faintly; there was a lot behind that smile. "That's why they call it 'crazy in love.' Carlos isn't going to give up on you. I don't think he knows how. So work on it... don't give up on him. That's all I've gotta say." The unicorn stood up straight and grabbed the cigarette butts before depositing them in a trash can. Then he strode over to the door and looked down the hallway. He gestured to someone. A moment later he was talking quietly with that someone."It will be touch-and-go for a while. Someone's going to need to watch him for a while yet. He can't speak right now... that worries me, but we'll have to deal with that later when he's a little more stable and I can get a better look..."There was a pause, then: "He's in here."A naga followed Jimi into the room, a rattlesnake with almost glowing-green eyes and hair tied into a braid that almost reached the floor. He took note of his surroundings and the rat before looking back at the unicorn. "You've been smoking in here. But I'll forgive you..." The reptile wore almost no expression. He was good at carefully hiding what he was thinking and feeling, unless he expressed it aloud. "So this is Adrian..." he remarked quietly as he approached, inspecting the rat's bandages without touching. He looked Adrian in the eye with a small smile. "Carlos was worried about you..." He pointed. "May I have a look at those?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2008 8:19 pm
"I won't give up on him, not until he gives up on me." Adrian growled at the new anthro and Jimi. "You had someone standing outside this whole time?! You b*****d!" He turned to the naga. "What did you hear?! Yes, I'm Adrian and DON'T touch me!" The rat stepped back as far from the naga as possible.
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2008 8:41 pm
"No, he just got here," Jimi growled. "He's that guy I mentioned, that can do stitches. He's our resident paramedic," he glanced back at the naga and smirked.
"Well I don't know about that. But I know a little of this and that." He moved away from Adrian and tilted his head a little, keeping his hands in plain sight. "I am Asalind, and this is my infirmary. I just returned from treating the wounds of that coon..."
"His name's Horea..."
"Thank you, Jimi. I'm better with treatment than with names," he shrugged. "So if you would like, I can look at those slashes." He added after a pause, "I don't doubt your ability to do so, but some injuries are too deep to leave as they are..."
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2008 8:49 pm
Adrian continued glaring at Asalind. "I'm fine. I've had much worse and healed just fine." The rat has only had medical treatment a handful of times, prefering to heal on his own, no matter how bad his wounds were. He's always healed well, which comes in handy with how many fights he gets/used to get in.
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2008 9:01 pm
Asalind watched him a moment longer, neither cowed nor taken aback by the other's forceful stubbornness. "All right, then," the snake replied, glancing at Jimi as he turned away. "If you change your mind I'll be here a little while longer." He had some work to do with Horea. His injuries were only to his neck, but so many things could go wrong. He had much research and preparation to do.
Jimi smirked at Adrian then headed back to the door. "Well that's that, then," he said. There was nothing else for them to discuss. Oh... he was going to mention something about ignoring Horea, but, he really did not need to now, did he? Horea wasn't talking to anybody. I should check on him... He almost left without saying anything else to Adrian but he changed his mind and turned back to look at him. "How about I have Carlos meet you in his room?" He wondered if Adrian would bother cleaning up the mess... the beer, the blood - if he had left any that is.
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vampire werewolf fangirl2
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2008 9:17 pm
Adrian was glad that they didn't make him get medical help, but he didn't show it of course. "Fine, if he'll even want to see me." The rat left the infirmary and walked down the hall to Carlos' room. He stood at the doorway and looked around the room. It was a mess to say the least. He sighed and figured he should probably clean it up a bit, so Carlos won't be too upset. The rat found some towels and started cleaning up the floor, which had a mixture of beer and his blood, yum.
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2008 9:47 pm
Jimi headed back to his place.
Horea was propped up with pillows, a short glass of ice water beside him and an ice pack around his neck. Every few minutes the coon lifted the ice to take several raspy but deep breaths. He sounded terrible.
Every time he did this, Carlos, who sat in a chair next to the bed, tensed and watched the coon worriedly. When it was apparent he was fine, he settled back but did not really relax.
Horea could only glare at him as if to say he was fine. Every time he tried to speak those words, his derision melted into a coughing fit and agonized squirming. So he stopped trying to talk.
Jimi squared his jaw and entered the room. "Hey guys." He watched the other two turn, Carlos grinning, Horea waving his claws. "Asalind will be back soon to check on you," he said to his friend, and to his son he nodded toward the door. "Hey. Adrian's in your room if you want to see him."
Carlos rose from his chair. "Yeah..." He glanced back at them. "I'll be back though."
"Don't hurry back. Horea thinks you smell," the unicorn smirked.
Horea looked down at the bed with a small frown before looking back up at Carlos and flashing a smile. If only he could say something...
The unicat smiled brightly at Horea. "When you feel better I'll get you a beer." That got a real grin out of the coon. He was glad. "See you later."
He hurried down the hall but hesitated before he got there, unsure. He did not know what to expect. What had they talked about? What would Adrian say? He was surprised that Adrian was still there, for one reason or another. But if his dad sent him back to speak with him, he knew it must be all right. Right?
He peeked around the corner, through the doorway. "Adrian?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2008 10:06 pm
Adrian looked up from where he was cleaning up one of the last spots and saw Carlos peeking into the room. "Hey," he said and went back to his cleaning. The rat didn't know what to say to Carlos, or even if Carlos wanted him to say anything, so he figured cleaning would be the safest route to take; he only had a little bit more to clean up anyways, so why stop now.
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2008 10:25 pm
Taken a little by surprise at the generally cold response, though it was not unlike Adrian... just... the lack of response was. Carlos made a soft mrring sound as he scratched his head lightly and came inside. Not wanting to get in the way, he perched on the foot of his bed, crouched and watching. He was not sure what to say, and his confusion was probably plain on his face and the way his ears stood on end at different angles...
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2008 10:31 pm
Adrian felt Carlos watching him; it unnerved him to say the least. "If you want me to leave, just say so," he said in a voice with a complete lack of fight, almost have if he had given up on everything. He stood up and tossed the last towel into the pile he had made out of the other used towels, in the corner of the room. He didn't look at Carlos at all, almost afraid of what he would see. He didn't know how bad he had hurt the unicat, but Jimi made it sound like the was badly injuried.
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