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 Posted: Sun Nov 04, 2012 11:36 am
Jerry stopped in his tracks as the soft voice reached his ears- Don't Leave-
She wasn't talkin' to you, slim. Just go while you still got dignity left, man.
But she could have been, might have been, he had to know for sure. Trembling, still weeping, he reached down to gather up the flowers he had dropped.
Quietly, he slipped back inside, careful not to bother Wash or make much noise as he found a Styrofoam cup to set the flowers in on a nearby table and concentrated on arranging them.
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Posted: Sun Nov 04, 2012 11:47 am
Wash simply glared and gave a warning rumble - more growl than clearing his throat.
He has lost his damn mind.
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Posted: Sun Nov 04, 2012 12:18 pm
Sasha giggled, lost in the hazy in between of sleep and consciousness, dusted with the magic of pain-killers. The sound was hoarse and rough, ending on a gentle wheeze of pain.
"I like it when you make that sound."
She mimicked Wash's grumble-growl.
"I like these drugs, too."
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Posted: Sun Nov 04, 2012 12:35 pm
Jerry's hands hesitated as he perfected the makeshift bouquet. The giggle was like a knife in his heart, twisting with a sound he hadn't heard in months.
He gently adjusted a bruised flower, shifting it until only the good petals showed before reaching into his pocket for a small folded piece of paper, and set it in front of the Styrofoam vase.
He didn't want t leave. He knew Wash wanted him to, looking out for his friend, he had been desperate, too desperate before but... but who could blame him? What was he supposed to do?
She wasn't dead.
She just woke up one morning and hated him.
"Take care of her," He whispered, finally glancing through the curtain of his hair as he backed toward the door meekly.
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Posted: Sun Nov 04, 2012 12:42 pm
The paper, the meek, almost obsessive way he'd arranged the flowers..."You jus' keep pushin'," Wash finally rumbled. He squeezed Sasha's hand again. "You jus' can't help yourself, can you? Jerry, you need help."
He shook his head. "I can't give it to you. Please go. You've done enough."
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Posted: Sun Nov 04, 2012 12:53 pm
Jerry's voice drifted in through the hazy clouds of Sasha's consciousness. She stilled, breath catching as a sudden clarity crept into her eyes. Her grip on Wash's hand tightened with superhuman strength, and she fell silent.
Silent and still - as if by doing so, she could disappear.
Her voice was low and desperate - if she'd been of able body and mind, she'd have vaulted from the bed and launched herself at him, all teeth and claws and rage.
"Please, no. Wash, make him go, I can't. I can't."
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Posted: Sun Nov 04, 2012 12:55 pm
His stomach twisted. A million things he could scream, could say, could defend, could explain, but he pursed his lips, fresh tears fogging his glasses, and he slipped out of the door without another word.
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Posted: Sun Nov 04, 2012 1:34 pm
Wash waited a few seconds, tense - but the other man did not return.
"He's gone." He sighed, slipping his hand from hers and using her drug induced delirium to steal a chance to muss her hair a bit. With this distraction, he used his other hand to grab the cup of flowers and toss them into the trash.
After a considering moment, the note followed. Biohazard, the bin read. Appropriate.
Nothing on that sheet could possibly be less than toxic.
"Now, where were we?" He said more kindly, retrieving the little volume and cracing it back open.
"It'll be no use their putting their heads down and saying "Come up again, dear!"" He read slowly, sliding his chair back up to her bedside so that he could offer her his hand again, if she wanted it. "I shall only look up and say "Who am I then? Tell me that first, and then, if I like being that person, I'll come up: if not, I'll stay down here till I'm somebody else.'"
Let him stay away, he prayed as he read. Let him stay down until he's somebody else, too.
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