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 Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2007 6:03 pm
Oh good, he was awake awake, Bree let out a breath and a small smile, releived... but with that came the strong urge to cry. Something she didn't often feel like doing, and never wanted to feel like doing. This lead her to wondering when Axel had crossed over the line of one-night-stand-buddy into something important... "s**t, Axel." She frowned at him, and his attempt to lighten the mood, but after a second or two she shook her head and went along with it. "I think you got them better." A weak and forced laugh followed that, lifting her one free, now slightly bloody hand to rub at one eye and pretend she never thought about crying in her life, let alone now.
"Right... Duct tape." She slowly drew her hand away, making sure he had a good hold before standing, and offering a small word to Nero "He'll be alright." wether it was true or not, she had no idea, but for now she had to run off to the kitchen to fetch said ducttape. It was a fairly easy process, yes, but slightly paniced. Her mind said hurry hurry the entire time, even if he was awake part of her feared that when she got back he'd have died off in those few seconds.
Duct tape in hand, she made it back to him in time to watch Nero leaving, she gave a puzzled expression before dipping back into the closet and next to Axel. The loud noise of ducttape being pulled echoed through the silent house as she got out a decent length, biting into the end and tearing it like that. Thank heaven for fangs. She held it there, assuming she'd be the one to put it on, but at the same time hoping for some sort of instruction on the matter. She didn't want to admit it, but it felt like most of what she was doing was just shots in the dark. She hadn't seen any sort of first aid in years...
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2007 6:39 pm
"Alright," Axel started as soon as she tore off some tape, "I need you to look at how big the wounds are, and for each one-" He went silent a moment. "s**t, we need some cellophane wrap, too... There should be some in here in one of those baskets." He pointed up towards a shelf above their head, filled with various knick-knacks. "Once you get that, cover each one with cellophane seperately...." He drawled off for a moment, quiet once again, and then he shook his head and went right back into it, "And then cover them with duct tape, but leave one corner open... Al... Alright?" He blinked at her once or twice. He was so tired. "Yeah, I don't like this at all. Remind me never to do this again." He let his eyes droop half-way closed, but didn't let himself fall back asleep.
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2007 8:11 pm
Bree listened carefully, vaugly wondering if he was too out of it to even instruct her, but there wasn't much choice now was there? So, she stuck an edge of the ducttape to the door frame, "Alright." reaching up to grab at a basket that looked like it might have said cellophane. "I already saw them, three, so I know how big they are..."
Bingo. Digging it out, she started trying to make sure she had all the right sizes. So there'd been blood messing up her view, and it was kinda dark... But what did give her a sure fire idea of how big they were was when she had her hand against it. "Yeah, sure." Another weak chuckle as she knelt with their homemade lung-fixxerupers.
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2007 7:00 am
"Alright..." The man had to pause in order to let out a series of rather disgusting sounding coughs, feeling blood rising up in the back of his throat. He swallowed it back down with some effort, and then turned his eyes back to Bree. "Now, patch them over... Make sure they're taped down really well... But leave that corner open." That was important. "These should keep my lungs from collapsing..." For awhile.. Until the dreaded ambulance or his brother arrived, whichever came first.
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2007 9:09 pm
Bree gave a rather useless nod in the darkness, far too focused on the task at hand to pay much attention to the fact it might not be seen. She knelt, carefully following the instructions... patch, leave corner open, make sure it's down well... She rubbed her fingers over the band of take to make sure it stuck, and to her great releif it held even through the slick of blood. With that task finished, her arms slumped, suddenlly shaking dramatically against her will. All that was left was the wait... Which seemed as though it would take forever, as she stayed knelt switching her gaze between Axel, if he should start to drift, and the patches, if they should start to come undone. She stayed queit, the noise of her brain overriding anything that could possibly leave her mouth.
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2007 9:57 pm
Axel regarded her with quiet eyes as she worked, lips pressed together into a thin line. This was why they weren't supposed to let people in close, wasn't it? Just in case things like these happened... His hand moved slowly as she finished, coming to rest lightly on her leg and just linger there in a sort of reassuring and affectionate manner. He laid there, just like that, saying nothing, simply gazing up at her in a thoughtful sort of way.
Moments later, they could hear the sirens and the sounds of many people. He inwardly cringed as Nero entered. "I-I c-called him.."
Axel looked away, "Well, it's too late now, I guess.."
His child appeared confused, but he made no effort to explain the meaning behind his words. He just watched as the paramedics entered and prepared to take him away... He gripped onto Bree tightly a moment, and then slowly began to release his hold on her, almost reluctantly. He would suddenly move forward, pressing his lips to hers in a raw manner, almost desperate with passion, as if this would be the last time he would ever get the chance. His hand went momentarily through her hair, over her cheekbone. And then he pulled back, and was being carted onto a stretcher. He touched Nero's cheek, "It's all gonna be okay, kid." He lied with a weak smile, and the boy looked down at his feet, touching the hand with his claw lightly. Then, they were taking his father away.
Nero had to struggle to keep from running after them, stuck completely still, eyes never leaving the stretcher until they were out of sight. And then he found out he had been holding his breath, and slowly began breathing again. His heart hurt. He slumped back against the wall slightly, staring at the bloodstained floor.
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