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 Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 5:37 pm
Tony opened his eyes slowly, grimacing as a dull light met his eyes and he deemed it too bright regardless of the shades that screened the window. He didn't bother looking around yet, feeling a bed beneath him and assuming that the ambulance crew had arrived and taken him off, once again, to the hospital.
He really just needed to get a name plaque and buy a room at that place. Or at least keep a set of clothes and a coffee mug there, for all the time he seemed to be spending building up hospital bills.
His chest hurt. His shoulders and neck and everything above the waist, pretty much, was aching and he could easily imagine himself as one big bruise. His face particularly, and he knew his eye was swollen. Had he been bleeding? He couldn't remember much right away, though it drifted back to him. He had been beaten by that Negaverser, with the wooden sticks. The police sirens had scared him off... wait.
He opened his eyes as a vague memory hit him. Had someone been... carrying him on their back?
Looking around now, he realized he was not hooked up to any kind of IV or monitor, and the room lacked that sterile scent. The furniture looked like that of a hotel room or something similar. It occurred to him that he was not in the hospital at all, and certainly not at home. He had no idea where he was.
Panic rising, he sat up slowly, his head spinning a bit with the action. Holding his hand to his head, grimacing, he took a moment before finally turning his head and spotting a girl sitting next to him, watching him. He didn't recognize her at first, instead jumping right to freaking out and scooting away from her.
Which resulted in him falling out of the bed and landing on his back, staring up at the ceiling and breathing hard.
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 12:30 am
It was hard work carrying Mr. Darrow, but Zan had managed it. From there it was easy, call Clyde and get picked up, stop at an ATM and get cash, and then rent out an apartment cash under a fake name. She was dipping deep into her reserves for the month, but she knew her parents wouldn't care, or even mind. They were too busy working and going to social affairs. If her Grandmother had any access to the accounts she'd probably ask questions, but luckily she didn't.
The apartment had come furnished so after she had Clyde put Mr. Darrow into bed she sent him for her laptop and some medical supplies. She wasn't exactly sure how to patch the Librarian up without help, so WebMD would be her nurse.
When Clyde came back she took the laptop and supplies and sent him away. Locking the door behind him she powered up again, she didn't want Mr. Darrow to know who she actually was, not yet. Stepping into the bedroom she set up the laptop on an end table and put the supplies down next to it.
She knew senshi would be able to sense her energy and just in case any showed up she summoned her antlers and leaned them against the chair she had pulled up next to the bed. She'd be ready in case any of them showed up.
For a moment she just stood thinking of anything else she should do. She didn't want to start patching him up until he woke up, just in case something was broken and she couldn't tell. So, instead she sat in the chair and watched the older man sleep. He looked so peaceful, even battered and bruised as he was.
And then he was awake. She smiled watching him observe his surroundings, he was probably confused which was understandable, but he'd figure it out when he saw her, right? Apparently not. The next moment he had fallen out of the bed. "Mr. Darrow!" Rushing around to the other side of the bed Zanazziite picked him up, and with a bit of effort got the larger man back into bed. The bluenette pulled the covers up and over him so he wouldn't get cold and then went to sit back in the chair, smiling at Mr. Darrow. "I rescued you! Now I can tend to your wounds." aka I kidnapped you and am forcibly keeping you here under the pretense of helping you.
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Posted: Fri Sep 17, 2010 1:06 pm
Tony was surprised when he was helped back to the bed, mostly carried without his own work. She was... surprisingly strong for a young woman, wasn't she? He didn't dwindle on that, though, because it seemed to sink in that he actually recognized this young woman. He shook his head, surprised.
"Oh! Abigail! W-what...?"
She tucked him into the bed and he blinked dumbly, not protesting and just letting her pull up the blankets and baby him simply because he had no idea how to react to this. It was so far from his concept of normal, and he had no idea how to physically and mentally process it. Were those antlers over there? Why was he in this room? How had she gotten him here? Now she could tend to his wounds? How long had he been out, and why hadn't she done so then?
Why was she trying to tend to his wounds at all? Shouldn't he be at a hospital, or a clinic, or something?
"I... you... what? Where are we?" He took a deep breath, sitting up and watching her. He touched his head gingerly, remembering the beating he had taken and trying not to jostle his brain around any more than it had been. He felt tired and dizzy, but attributed that not only to being hit in the head, but falling out of the bed and being startled.
"Th-thank you for helping me," he said, not wanting to sound ungrateful. "Though, I was sure I heard the ambulance coming... or maybe that was just my head ringing. Uh..."
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Posted: Fri Oct 08, 2010 4:23 pm
Zan heard his questions, but she didn't answer them, not at first. Instead she pulled a large red medical bag out from underneath the chair and opened up the laptop that was on the end table next to the bed. Clicking on to WebMD she looked over at him. "We're in a hotel. After that coma fiasco I don't trust the hospital. Anyways I can fix you up just as well!" She began to rummage in the bag as she spoke. "You're welcome! And there was an ambulance coming but I was faster." She smiled at him, adjusting her glasses with a gloved hand.
"Now, where does it hurt? I should probably disinfect all your cuts before I figure out if any of them need stitches." She seemed to be half talking to herself, a suture kit in one hand and a bottle of antiseptic in the other. A thought came to her and she lifted her head. "Oh! Did you want any water or anything? I'm not sure if you should eat, you got hit in the head pretty hard, but water should be okay."
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Posted: Sat Oct 09, 2010 10:18 am
Tony just stared at her, mouth hanging open. She had brought him to a hotel, to tend to his wounds because she didn't trust the hospital? True enough, he hadn't wanted to go back to one after only recently being free of the place, but after getting the living hell beaten out of him he imagined it might be a good idea to go and check that everything was still in place. And he was more inclined to lean to that idea when he saw who her nurse was going to be as she played doctor.
"Are you... using the internet to help you patch up my wounds? How... how were you faster than the ambulance? How did you get me here?"
He shook his head, offering her a warm, if not slightly uncomfortable, smile. "It's really okay. Really. I'm fine. I could probably just go home and take some Advil and put on an ice pack. Or seven."
Making to try to stand, he made sure not to upset his bruised and aching body too much with the effort. He knew he wasn't in terrible shape, though his head was spinning after all the excitement and he had a ringing in his ears.
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2010 12:15 am
"Yes! But never fear, WebMD never lies." She gave him a not-so-comforting smile, her eyes shifting to the side to check the laptop screen before they trained back on him, wide and excited behind her glasses. "Oh, I was walking home and saw you! I couldn't just leave you there." She avoided the question of how exactly she got him there. Explaining her strength would be troublesome.
"No! You can't leave" She frowned a panic look coming to her face. He wasn't supposed to try and leave! What was she supposed to do now? "I have to help you, Mr. Darrow. You're hurt." Putting a hand on his shoulder she tried to stop him from getting out of bed. "I know what I'm doing I promise."
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2010 1:29 pm
Her hand on his shoulder stopped him, and he winced when she found a bruise he hadn't known about. It wasn't surprising: that negaverse agent had landed so many hits, even Tony himself didn't know how many he had taken. He sat back, taking a moment.
Maybe staying until his headache receded wasn't a terrible idea...
Except he was still very on edge about her finding him and bringing him here. He looked at her, still wanting to question her about all of this. It just didn't make any sense to him.
"So, forgive me, but... I need to get this straight. We're at a hotel... which you managed to bring me to... after you found me on the street. What were you doing there? I still don't understand how you got me here... or why a hotel... or... ah.... uhm. Honestly, I feel like this is a great big bother on you and... and I should really just go..."
He watched her, a creeping sensation moving down the back of his neck. It was a familiar feeling. Recently he had been getting a lot of those sensations. Like he was being watched. Or when they happened after he got strange phone calls, or found these little gifts he had been left recently.
But he didn't put it together just yet.
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Posted: Mon Dec 13, 2010 11:40 pm
"I told you, I was walking home." She wrinkled her nose, looking at the floor. "And I guess the adrenaline helped me move you. I mean people lift cars when they're scared enough!" When he mentioned it being a bother her eyes bugged out and she jumped from the chair to the edge of the bed, a gloved hand resting on his arm. "It's no trouble at all! None, and you need to stay. That guy might be at your house waiting for you! And your house is so unsecure, too many windows." She shook her head, in her panic of trying to scare him into saying she didn't realize that she was probably saying too much about his home.
"Anyway, you're safe here. And I can take care of you." She smiled, absently patting his arm lightly. "Now tell me where it hurts."
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 11:31 am
Tony just stared at her, unsure how to digest everything, in a manner of speaking. His brain was stalling and going completely blank.
"I... I've heard that..." he managed to say. Mothers could move cars if their children were in trouble, he heard a few times. He imagined the idea could be applied to other people. Even a girl who looked as small as she did. He cleared his throat.
He looked at her hand on his arm, then up at her, doing his best not to look worried. He leaned back, nodding slowly. He stopped, though, when she mentioned his home.
"How do you know... how many windows my apartment has...?" he asked, knowing that he had never invited her to it, and they hadn't met anywhere near the building for her to see the windows. She had managed to scare him, but not in the way she was hoping. He stared at her like a bruised, battered deer in headlights, slowly realizing that she had been at his home before, but he hadn't known it.
"I... I really think I should go..." he said quietly.
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 10:58 pm
And with a few simple words her entire ruse was ruined. He'd never trust her again, never come to love her the way she loved him. Her eyes became sad and she shook her head. "You can't go!" She moved her hand to his chest, keeping him in bed. "I tried so hard to make you happy, Mr. Darrow. I left you presents, I kept you safe. I did everything I could!" She got up and began to pace in front of the bed, fingers twisting her double row of pearls.
"But you never even noticed me!" She stopped in front of the bed, whirling to face him. "Didn't you like my presents?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 11:31 pm
Tony stared at her, his eyes wide. His brain must have been rattled more than he had guessed. This couldn't really be... real, could it? Perhaps he was still asleep, and only dreaming this because she had saved him, but in a much more innocent way than his mind was taking it. It was stress. This was a stress dream.
But of course, he had already proven himself awake.
"Abigail..."
As she spoke his blood ran colder, and he shuddered as he realized she meant the strange little things he had been finding around his work place and inside his apartment. Inside his home! He imagined the phone calls had to be her. That creeping feeling like someone was watching... He had never imagined it could exist outside of movies, and yet now he knew it in retrospect.
He watched her, trying to stay calm. If he panicked, she might, and then they would both be in trouble.
"Y-you shouldn't have... have given me anything. If you wanted me to talk to you, y-you should have spoken to me! I... h-how did you get in my apartment...? I, no, that's not important. Uhhh..." he didn't know what to say. Should he play along with her? Placate her? Or tell her he was terrified? "You're scaring me, Abigail. I think we... we just need to talk, and figure... figure all this out."
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 12:19 am
When Mr. Darrow said her fake name it was like a slap in the face. He didn't even know who she really was. Looking up to the ceiling she shook her head. She didn't want to shatter the image of Abigail and replace it with that of a Negaverser, but she wanted Mr. Darrow to know her.
His words set her shaking her head again, moving back to his bedside to sit next to him. "I wanted to give you things! I wanted to make you happy, Mr. Darrow." She took his hand, squeezing it. She ignored the questioning about her entry into his home. He didn't have to know that she climbed through his window in the middle of the night and watched him sleep. He was so peaceful when he slept.
And then he said she was scaring him, and that deflated her, making her completely switch gears. "I'm sorry, I never wanted to scare you. I just love you so much, and wanted to prove it to you." She rubbed the back of his hand. Couldn't he see? She just wanted to make him happy.
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 12:49 am
Tony had no idea what to say. He had never exactly been kidnapped or stalked before so he wasn't sure how to respond to her telling him she loved him.
He took a breath and tried to stay calm, despite his voice being an octave higher than normal, and shaking with the constant threat of cracking.
"Now, Abigail, I know you... ah... might think you.... l-love me. But you're a young woman who is feeling things you don't quite understand. You're not in love with me, and all this? This is... is a bit much. I do appreciate what you've done for me, and what you intended by those... gifts... but, ah. You'll find this is just a passing infatuation."
He was trying to let her down easily, if he could, while at the same time worried she might try and hurt him if he freaked out on her. She had gone through all this trouble, though, and he was sure this would not turn into a scene from Misery.
He turned his hand in hers, patting the back of it reassuringly.
"You need to let me leave now."
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 1:15 am
She might think she loved him?! THINK?! She knew! It was a feeling that was deep inside her soul. Anthony Darrow was her soul mate, how could he just say that it was a passing infatuation? Her nostril's flared and she found herself suddenly angry. How could he just push her feelings to the side?
Ripping her hand out of his she stared at him the hurt evident in her eyes. "Fine! Leave, just kick me to the side like everybody else!" There were tears in her violet eyes now as she turned away from him, collecting her antlers. She couldn't stay in the same room as him any longer. He had smashed her heart into a thousand pieces without a second thought.
Fleeing from the room, she slammed the door behind her and immediately powered down. Luckily for her there wasn't anyone in the hallway to see her transformation. She ran down the hallway, going for the elevator. She just wanted to go home and cry her eyes out until she didn't have any tears left.
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 1:44 am
Tony reacted on instinct, trying to get up out of the bed as fast as he could to follow after her. Yes, she had kidnapped him and told him she was in love with him, admitting to stalking him, but he still felt bad for making her upset.
He stumbled, his head paining him, and he lost his balance before he could get too far.
Groaning, he rested on his knees, his eyes closed.
"Abigail!" he called, though he doubted she was within hearing now. He sighed, supposing it could have been worse. He could at least go home now, though he was going to have to take a long nap to be able to deal with this. He got to his feet again, moving slowly to the door to find his way out of this hotel and get home.
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