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 Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 2:47 pm
When he pushed her back, the girl literally tripped over her own two feet, falling on her rump rather harshly. If she hadn't already been crying, she might have started crying then. In a panicked fashion, she pushed herself away from the boy, her body causing a slight squeaking sound against the tile. If Daddy had been here, he would have made certain he had never done anything nearly as mean to her.
Daddy wasn't there. He was at home, probably going crazy over his inability to move about like a normal person.
As she pushed herself away, backing up against the tile, she eventually felt her back push against something solid. The wall, no doubt. She still wanted to back up even more, but she couldn't now. And no matter how much she told herself to stop crying, the tears this time weren't stopping. There was just so much upsetting her now. This boy had managed to insult her flowers, her Mommy, her Mommy's friend, attempted to hurt Mommy's friend, and now was saying that she had no reason to apologize and that she had been insincere.
She had meant her apology, though her voice wouldn't be able to tell him that right now. Her voice had once again withered from her lips, making it so she couldn't explain. I'm sorry Mr. Darrow doesn't know you or the fact you are his son. Yvette had been lucky that she grew up in a loving family, even if times were very tough for them. If she had ever lost Mommy or Daddy, she would not have known what to do. Then again, she was thankful for what she had.
As the boy continued to press the issue of betting, she girl managed to blubber out something that resembled "I can't afford to gamble my money."
Fifty dollars was a lot of money to just throw away. Heck, five dollars was a lot to her these days.
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 3:00 pm
"Any body can get fifty bucks if they try hard enough. And what? Are you scared you'll lose? I thought you said he had to wake up. But I guess you're a liar, too, just like everyone else. You don't think he'll wake up, so you won't put any money on it. That's fine."
He growled at her, watching her as she scooted back to the wall. He noted that he had scared her pretty badly, and she looked like she was ready to bolt. He sighed, something in him telling him to cut that crap out, and he glanced at Tony on the bed. He looked uncomfortable now, his head turned awkwardly to the side, his shirt a mess and the blanket moved.
Maybe Nate needed to make this bet so he could lose it. Maybe he wanted Tony to live, to wake up, so they could finally meet. This was all so strange, spending days at the bedside of a man who didn't even know him, and spending his nights in that man's apartment without permission. He was living through this stranger, and if he died... Nate wasn't sure what the next step from there would be.
Nate moved to adjust Tony's position, resting him back on the pillow almost gently.
"Look, whatever. I don't care. Maybe you should run crying home. I'll bet against someone with some guts."
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 3:12 pm
The dark-haired girl didn't bother to wipe away the tears. Yet all she repeated was "I can't afford it..." You didn't bet money unless you could put money down. All of her money that she had been earning from her new job was going towards one purpose and one purpose only: the house. Mommy sometimes would pat her on the head and tell her it was okay to spend some money on herself at times, but Yvette would stubbornly refuse to allow herself such luxuries anymore. No. Until Daddy was able to work again, her work money went to the house. Money would remain tight and the girl would have to go without for a while longer.
Her eyes once more found their way to the floor, looking over her simple black shoes. She really was a hopeless girl. Absolutely scared out of her mind, and she couldn't muster up enough strength to stand herself up again. Instead, her face burrowed itself against her knees, almost trying to hide how red her face was from all the crying. Even though she had been crying up a storm, she was still far quieter than most other girls.
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 3:18 pm
Nate looked at her then, really looked at her, and saw her all curled up and crying. He hadn't realized she was crying that hard. Frowning, suddenly feeling a stab of guilt, he moved over to her and, with a profound sigh, knelt next to her.
"Stop crying," he ordered, grabbing a tissue from a box that had fallen off the table he had broken. He offered it to her listlessly. He would have apologized, but he didn't know how to. Not in the sense that he was so emotionally troubled that he just couldn't fathom how he could ever apologize for making her cry like this, but because he had never apologized for anything while growing up.
So he didn't know how to. He just knew they had to be sincere, and he wasn't just going to say the words and see how that went.
"I'll just assume we bet. I don't have the fifty on me, either. We'll just agree to see what happens in the future, if he wakes up or not." He offered her his hand and then grabbed it without waiting, 'helping' her up by all but picking her up and placing her on her feet.
"You're too soft to be hanging out in a place like this," he told her languidly.
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 3:31 pm
Just like a child, she allowed herself to be helped up to her feet, though most of the work was on this boy's part, not her own. She seemed to sway like a tree in the breeze when initially set upon her feet, but after a few moments, the dark-haired girl seemed to balance herself out. Only when she was on her feet did she take the tissue and smushed it up under her nose to catch any of the drippings that had escaped.
She was silent for a bit, her breathing a bit ragged, but steadily attempting to calm itself to a more normal pace. So her first few answers were simple nods, though she still didn't have the money, nor would she have the money for this boy. However, she had given up trying to explain it, because it just wouldn't work.
Eventually, in a slightly rougher version of her usual quiet tone, she offered "...the hospital has almost been my second home lately..." With her Dad's accident, Mr. Darrow's initial admittance to the hospital, and then now the city-wide epidemic, the hospital had really been seeing a lot of Yvette Weaver. Sure, she wasn't very good at holding back her tears, but there were plenty of people she cared about that she wanted to visit.
She was a bit disoriented after that whole rush of emotion, and it was leaving her a bit drained. The girl hadn't even noticed she had left her second bundle of flowers on the ground.
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 3:42 pm
Nathan looked at her, then sighed. He glanced down, spotting the flowers. Struck by the sight of them, he bent to recover them for her, putting them together in a bundle again and offering her the messy, though he had tried to put them in some kind of order, group of slightly mangled flowers.
"Don't forget these," he said, knowing they were the reason she had come here in the first place. She said she had someone else to visit, as well.
He didn't smile at her, didn't seem to want to say goodbye, though he certainly wasn't inviting her to stay. The company had broken up the day, and had given him a lot to think about. Unfortunately, now all he could think about was going out and raising some hell in the locked down city.
"So. Yeah." He said, as if that was enough to end the conversation and the interaction. He'd let her go without any more manhandling or rage, and hopefully she didn't come back with someone to beat the hell out of him for messing with her. He assumed he had someone like that looking out for her: how else could she have survived this long?
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 3:53 pm
The minute her flowers were handed to her, her fingers automatically began to touch up the flowers, perking them up and making them look less messy. Her eyes were still dripping, but the girl seemed to be calming down. She was able to speak again, which was a good sign.
"Um... th-thank you..." she uncertainly offered. Feeling as if she had just enough energy in her legs to make her way to the bathroom, she began to step towards the door. Even if her friend was asleep and unable to see the mess that her face was at the moment, Yvette had more pride than to see Tara with tears streaking her face.
With wobbly steps, the girl quietly left the boy alone, making sure she cleaned herself up. After all, it would be nice for Tara to wake up and see Yvette looking happy, not all sad and mopey. Tara deserved that much, to say the least.
[FIN]
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