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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 26, 2008 2:57:17 GMT -5
Alexander felt frozen. He didn't know how to handle female hysterics. Even hysterics that were entirely justified. One tenative finger brushed the jagged skin lining her neck.
"Oh, Marie." His mouth twisted as he tried to decide what to do. With one hand around her lower back, he braced her against him. "Come on. Let's get you home."
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Post by Jules on Oct 26, 2008 3:03:27 GMT -5
Her uninjured arm came up and deftly fixed the choker, wincing slightly as the barbs cut into the ripped skin. It was better to get it in while the wounds were fresh though. The hold was stronger if her skin healed around the barbs. She shook her head and tried to get him to let her go by wriggling around a lot and then dashing out of his hold. Even though every single inch of her felt bruised, her arm was broken and her head throbbed, she couldn't bear the idea of leaving her bike.
"Non! I will drive, I am fine." She said through tears and a contorted expression.
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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 26, 2008 3:13:46 GMT -5
"Shut up," he said, firm, but calm. He sounded like Armand (well, if Armand would ever use such a juvenile phrase like shut up). "I'm stronger than you, so stop fighting me."
He hooked one arm under her lower back and the other under her knees, lifting her with little effort. He knew why she wanted to drive, it was the same reason he wanted her to drive too. He walked over to his bike and shifted Marie so he had a free hand, and then flourished his arm, commanding a wave of fire that erupted the ground and sent a pile of dirt over his bike.
If one human even laid a finger on that spot, so help their dreams for the rest of their lives.
He found her bike and propped it up, mostly with his foot, since he was still balancing her in his arms, grumbling a little. He didn't know when he had gotten so self-sacrificing. It was probably Nellie's fault. After checking for serious damages, he placed himself on the seat of her admittedly girly bike, Marie in his lap, and started the engine.
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Post by Jules on Oct 26, 2008 3:26:28 GMT -5
It wasn't....he wasn't....she blinked, unable to really believe he was going to drive her bike home for her. She twisted in her seat to stare at his face, only about an inch from hers. It dawned on her that she didn't deserve this. That her 'joke' had been quite painful for him, and he would've been justified in leaving her there. She aimed to kiss him on the cheek---honestly, but caught the corner of his mouth instead. Although in her pain-hazed state, she didn't really notice and took right back to blubbering as she leaned against him.
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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 26, 2008 3:36:29 GMT -5
Even if she didn't notice, he certainly did. It was hard to miss a pair of soft lips pressing unexpectedly on the corner of your mouth. His grip tightened a little on the handlebars, but other than that, he didn't react. At least not outwardly. For the first time, he paid attention to the fact that they were sitting kind of close. What, exactly, was going on here?
He grimaced at the distance they were covering. He was going to have to come back and walk all of this later to get his bike. And this, after making him look like an idiot at the party. He deserved a little affection.
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Post by Jules on Oct 26, 2008 3:43:31 GMT -5
Each little bump sent her whimpering again. Some of it was her just being a baby. Most of it was genuine pain. By the time they reached Morpheus again, she was curled up as much as possible on the bike, cradling her arm in her lap. She'd stopped crying, probably dehydrated from all the water she'd shed.
Although she was still making little noises of discomfort. Marie was past caring about her appearance, or being annoying. Her hair was therefore a rat's nest, her face pale under the dirt and a smattering of scratches and bruises.
"Ow much farthair?" She asked, sounding pathetic.
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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 26, 2008 3:57:15 GMT -5
"Not much," he murmured, eyes on the road. They sped through Chimera and into Dreamland, where they received no small amount of dirty looks.
He pulled her bike into the emergency parking lot at the hospital and carefully set her bike and climbed off, Marie still cradled in his arms.
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Post by Jules on Oct 26, 2008 4:10:11 GMT -5
Marie was a touch incoherent by this point, and she only nodded, slumped against him. Inside the hospital, the waiting room was empty and Camilla was the one at the front desk. She looked up as soon as Alexander came in the door, and her eyes fell immediately to the broken looking girl in his arms. She gasped and went to them, ushering the Prince into the emergency wing, having him lay the girl down on a soft gurney.
"What happened?" She demanded, even as she infected Marie with the pain killer and began her work. She paid no attention to Alexander being there as she whisked away Marie's jacket and shirt. The girl's chest was badly bruised, but was concerned her more was internal bleeding.
She checked the girls pulse, the pallor of her skin was worrying, but it seemed no fatal damage had been done. She had to rebreak the arm, set it probably and conjure up a cast. Three ribs were cracked, but not in danger of puncturing her lungs. The pants came off next so she could clean the leg wound and bandage it.
Camilla had worked fast and when she was done, Marie had a hospital gown on and the covers pulled up to her chest. "Does she have a way of getting home? She's out cold, but she'll come to in a few minutes or so. She won't feel any pain for another hour, but after that it'll be quite bad. I can't risk giving her more though, pain is a symptom and she'll have to come back in if anything gets worse."
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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 26, 2008 4:13:27 GMT -5
Alexander glanced away as Marie's clothes were removed, leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets and his eyes glaring holes into the floor.
"She can go home?" he asked, a bit dumbly, before he collected himself. "Sure, yeah. I can take her home. You can't give her anything?"
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Post by Jules on Oct 26, 2008 4:17:21 GMT -5
Camilla sighed. "I'd like to keep her here. I can't keep an eye on her, we just don't have the man-power. She doesn't live alone, right? And she can take painkillers, but this is a little different, it completely removes the ability to have pain. If a rib starts poking something it shouldn't, she'll need to feel it."
She brushed the girl's knotted hair delicately out of her face, motherly. "I suppose if she lives alone we could manage. But you should stay with her...I assume you're friends. It's not fun waking up in a hospital alone."
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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 26, 2008 4:22:42 GMT -5
He would have to ask Marie when she woke up. He knew she had a big house, but he couldn't recall if anyone else lived there but herself.
He nodded and grabbed one of the chairs in the room, pulling it close to Marie's bed. "I don't know," he told Camilla honestly, sinking into the chair. "We're friends, but we're not... intimate friends. You'll have to ask her." He looked at Marie again. She looked incredibly fragile lying there.
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Post by Jules on Oct 26, 2008 4:29:16 GMT -5
Camilla shook her head, "I have papers to sign, fourteen other patients waiting on me and a waiting room to keep an eye on. I can't stick around. Press the little button by her bed when she wakes up and we'll see how she feels."
And with her implosion of glitter, Camilla was gone.
Marie had been awake for the last little part, but hadn't shown it. She couldn't feel any pain, which was a danger although no one seemed to really think about it. She popped out of bed, probably jostling her ribs, but she couldn't feel it, and bent under the bed, looking for her clothing.
Her chest did feel wierd, like her ribs were loose, but it wasn't painful so she ignored it. First it was the pants, which were tight, so it she stuck her feet in and had to jump around (probably not good for broken ribs either) and yanked them over her slight hips before smiling at Alexander.
"Zis place works miracles!"
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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 26, 2008 4:32:59 GMT -5
He nearly toppled out of his chair in surprise when Marie popped up like that. Clutching his chest, he gaped at her in horror before springing to his feet and grabbing her shoulders in an attempt to stop her from moving.
"What the hell are you doing?" he said. "Your ribs are broken!" He eased her back toward the bed. "Now you'll feel it even worse in about five minutes. Nice going, genius. The doctor has fixed you up the best she can, and now I have to take you home."
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Post by Jules on Oct 26, 2008 4:38:31 GMT -5
Marie rolled her eyes, her ribs weren't broken---she felt fine. Dancing away from him, she pulled off the hospital gown and grabbed her shirt off the floor, pulling it over her head. Her hands touched her hair and she almost cried out, digging finger-combs through the knots. She could feel the pulling, but not the pain. Once it was partially loose, it simply untangled itself and hung in it's customary length with a slight wave to it.
When she was done, she barreled into him, hugging him tightly, and this time well aware when she pressed her lips to his. "I will find a way to zank you." She murmured with a smile, obviously overly exuberant, basking in the lack of pain she'd endured on the ride over.
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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 26, 2008 16:55:08 GMT -5
She was going to turn him into a nervous wreck if she kept up like this; almost dying, crying, dancing around like a maniac, kissing him. It was all he could do to keep up.
"Uh-huh." He pressed a finger to her forehead, pushing her back slightly. "I think that was the painkillers acting. I'm so glad I'm going to be around when this all catches up with you." He sighed and his mouth twisted wryly. "I must like you more than I thought."
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