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 Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2013 3:43 pm
"Shhh shhh." He whispered, placing his hand on the back of her head, stroking gently. He let his shoulders drop finally, the tension removing itself from his shoulders. He had been expecting a fight from Christof, not his direct following of the orders.
"I hate to break it to you sweetheart...but no, your not okay." He mumbled softly, ears pinned backwards as his attention returned to her. He continued to run his fingers through her hair, a feeble attempt at comfort. "But you will be." You better be. "You just need... a lot of rest." And to stop moving. Gently he took his free hand and pulled her hands free of his shirt, putting them back at her sides. "And to rest, you need to be in your bed." He was worried about the bleeding of her wounds... the stain was larger than when he left, from her continuous need to move he figured.
"Cam you move enough to get back to bed without... straining too much?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2013 4:10 pm
He was right. She wasn't okay. She was far from okay: she had yelled at Christof and used someone else to drive him away. Why did she do that? That was...so mean! She could only imagine the hurt on his --- but wait, why was she even wasting her thoughts on this? He had hurt her deeper than the wound she sported. In the end she wasn't sure what to think; she felt bad, but he deserved it...maybe not to that degree, but he deserved something, and that was without the pain spreading very quickly to wake up the spots on her body that had settled into a very dull throb.
"Thank you...I'm sorry." She whimpered, still slouched over on the edge of her bed, her arms not at her side. "Y-yeah...I can...I...I think..." The ghoul, though she agreed, didn't move. In fact she was crying again, however softly, for confusion, for pain, for frustration, for loss...and for a plethora of other jumbled feelings she couldn't quite place. Time slipped away from her and she wasn't sure how long she sat there to mourn what had just happened and to take probably the most inopportune time to let out all the frustrated tears she had denied herself over the last long while.
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