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 Posted: Thu Feb 03, 2011 6:13 pm
Greg's eyes opened, sand still sitting on his eyelids. His jacket was on the chair beside him, and he shivered slightly from the cold air. "I did it again..." he mumbled through a dry throat. He coughed once that echoed in the semi-silent room. There were others around him, all obviously from the battle...who won?...
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Posted: Thu Feb 03, 2011 6:21 pm
Myra awoke from her light slumber, in the chair next to Greg's cot. "We won." She said, out of know where, seeming to read his mind. She had not yet been healed, because of the hundreds of Bluecoat soldiers flocking the infirmary. Myra had hastily wrapped her bullet wound with gauze at the battle field. Her face was caked with dry blood, most of which was not her own. A stab wound in her leg still had the knife in it. If she took it out, a major artery would cause her to die from blood loss.
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Posted: Thu Feb 03, 2011 6:43 pm
Greg looked at Myra and saw her sister as well. He gingerly touched the scar in his shoulder that the knife went through and he winced slightly at the pain. "what's the amount of damage done?" he croaked in a dry voice, not at all concerned at his own well-being, but of the rest of the army.
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Posted: Thu Feb 03, 2011 8:41 pm
((sorry Akuro, I didn't reply to help you with Greg! Let's just assume Phoenix did sweatdrop ))
Phoenix was helping around the infirmary as much as she could, which unfortunately wasn't much. The nurses had given up on trying to get her to sit down and rest a half hour ago, but they kept an eye on her in case the girl collapsed from the stress her wound was giving her. She walked over to Myra and gave a weary salute.
"Do you need any help commander?" She asked, standing by Myra's cot.
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Posted: Thu Feb 03, 2011 10:00 pm
(mii i spilt a pot of boiling water all over my leg. we have a koi pond that froze over they die without a hole. thus i go out everyday with the water. i slipt on the ice and bam im crispy lol. <.<)
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 8:07 am
[Oooh. Musta hurt >.<]
Myra glanced at Phoenix. "Would you stop saluting? And I'm fine. Take care of the others."She said stiffly. Myra shifted her weight to see Greg better. "The red army's casualties are over 600. Ours is at least 500." Myra croaked. She grabbed a nearby water bottle that must have been there the whole time. Myra opened it with ease and drizzle some water on her leg wound, with the knife still in it. Her leg tensed as the cool water seemed into the stab wound.
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 8:29 am
"500...."Greg muttered quietly. He turned his head and stared at the ceiling.....we're losing more people than we should..these battles...nobody will be left eventually.....He sat up, nausia overwhelming him immedietly. When his body calmed back down he scanned the room. "What can I do to help?" he asked.
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 8:50 am
Myra sighed " Invite members so I can add another side in the war. Heal." She said quietly. "Greg... don't lie to me. You want no part in this war." Myra said gripping the knife in her leg tightly.
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 11:44 am
"You're right..I don't. But I have no choice do I?" he asked coldly. "I have no family or friends to go back to Commander." he stood up and looked at the knife in Myra's leg. "I'm not going to lie, this will hurt..." He took a hold of the hilt with one hand, and he rested his palm on the vein closest to the blade. "prohibere (stop)" he muttered. The flow of blood to her leg stopped long enough for him to pull out the knife and quickly cover the open wound. "Keep pressure on that." he muttered, tossing the knife to the ground and walking away.
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 12:02 pm
Myra slammed her hand into the wound in anger and it healed completely. "Greg. Don't." She said watching him leave. Myra slumped into the chair she was sitting on her out her face into her hands. Soon she left, heading to her room.
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 7:19 pm
Phoenix nodded at Myra, then went off to see where the infirmary needed her the most. She used some of her own magic to partly heal her wounds so they wouldn't hinder her as much, she couldn't heal them completely, the general was still exhausted from the fight.
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2011 12:22 am
The light subsided and Yume found herself in a new bed located in the Blue Coat Base's Infirmary along with all the other patients and staff. The nurse who had been with her when the spell activated now released Yume and began to walk away. "Stay in bed. You're wounds are far too serious for you to be up and about." "But, what about Greg-" Yume began again, only to be cut off by the nurse again. "If you mean the boy who was with you, he is probably fine. I don't know much about him but if his leg is any indication, he must have great magical strength. And if his actions are any indication, he'll probably come to see you soon as well." she said, returning to Yume. "Wh-What do you mean "his actions?" I don't-" Yume was stopped by the nurse once more. "It doesn't matter. Just get some rest." she said with a small smile, before walking away from Yume once more.
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2011 9:33 am
Greg came into the infermery, not knowing why for sure, but he did anyways. He stopped at the sink, and took a pain-killer. They really had no effect on him, but the thought of them being of some use usually made the pain subside quicker. He took a glass of water in his mouth, and used it to get the remaining blood in his mouth out in a single spit. "I need to be more careful..." he muttered. Greg figured that the remaining soldiers that were in the medic tent had been transported there, so he opened the door that led to the patient quarters. A quick glance around and he took account of all who were injured. "32 total...it was fairly bad this time.." he walked down one of the long asiles of the room, stopping before the area Yume was in. He pulled aside one of the thin privacy sheets and looked in. Yume was laying on the bed before him, still in a weakend state. "Hi there" he said softly.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 12:57 am
((Forgive me for being melodramatic. I'm not really trying to be, but this is how I think Yume would react in such a situation. Plus I really wanted her to freak out over something. ^_^))
Yume snapped her head around at the sound of her name, to see Greg standing there reasonably whole and healthy. She had been worried that he had gone back to rescue his comrades despite his injuries. She had been so afraid and been able to do nothing. Yume had never felt so helpless in her life, and now the man who had caused her so much grief stood before her acting like nothing was wrong. "You...You IDIOT!" Yume yelled, seizing the nearest object off the nightstand and throwing it as hard as she could at Greg's head. Tears of anger and relief stung her eyes and slipped down her cheeks, but she paid them no mind. "How the hell do you have the gall to walk in here like nothing's wrong, after you just disappeared on me?! Do you even realize how worried I was?! I thought...I thought...!" Yume trailed off, before burying her face in her hands, unable to stop the full force of her tears any longer. "Y-You stupid...idiot..." she sobbed her small body shaking uncontrollably. "I...was so scared...."
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 4:52 pm
((wow...one of my best posts in a long time. biggrin I might be getting my swing back))
Greg took the blow to his face without even a flinch. It hit him directly in the mouth, splitting his lip. He stood there untill she had stopped talking before he walked beside her bed and sat in the chair. He took her hand in his silently and kissed it softly, leaving a small spot of blood from his lips. "Yume, as long as it's in my power, i will never leave you alone.." he whispered dispite her sobbing. He pulled her into his arms and allowed any emotion she had to flow freely. He remained silent, knowing all she needed was a few, "I'm here's " and "It's okay's" . It took her a bit to calm down to the point where he felt it was right to speak, but it didn't matter to him. "Yume, what I do and how I act around people is who I am...my emotions don't run freely...otherwise people get hurt...." he closed his eyes and envisioned(sp) the condition of Lana after she had killed Anna before his eyes. The rage he felt. The suffering he held...that along with the suffering he put onto the red commander. He reopened his eyes and looked softly into Yume's eyes. " I want this to end as quickly as possible with as few casualties possible...thats why I push myself to fight. I fight to stop it. Thats why I always end up here after a battle...from using my energy to protect my comrads....as well with the red's sometimes. We're all human Yume. Why're we fighting ourselves?"
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