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Post by Jules on Oct 26, 2008 17:05:48 GMT -5
Marie heaved a sigh at him. There was absolutely no pain, she couldn't imagine there ever would be. She plopped onto the bed to pull on her shoes.
"Let's go, we can go get your bike." She looked around and pulled open a few drawers of the medical trolley. She found a long pair of sharp looking scissors and worked one of the blades under her cast, beginning to slowly hack away at it.
"Eet's not needed. My arm feels perfect."
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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 26, 2008 17:12:58 GMT -5
Muttering an oath, Alexander crossed to her bed in one stride, yanking the scissors out of her hands. "Stop it," he commanded, growing more irritated. He leaned one arm on the bed and brought their faces dangerously close. "Listen, Madame Deficit. I'm taking you home, and you're going to stay there, and you're not going to argue with me. Understand?" He straightened and held out a hand to help her up. "Now come on."
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Post by Jules on Oct 26, 2008 17:22:48 GMT -5
Marie fixed him with a stony glare. She didn't want to go home. There was nothing fun to do there with no one but her ancient maid/cook who took twenty minutes to get from one room to another.
"I feel fine!" She protested, ignoring his hand and jumping off the bed with a flourish. "We need to pick up your bike." It wasn't fair for him to risk leaving it in the Real World. He could easily buy another one, probably several times over, but she knew he loved that bike.
"C'mon!" She hurried away from Alexander before he could stop her again. She was just lucky she didn't run into Camilla before she got out into the parking lot and located her Aqua bike. Hopping on like she'd never been violently flung from it.
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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 26, 2008 17:29:43 GMT -5
Ooh.
His eyes narrowed as she ran from the door. He couldn't remember the last time a girl had so openly brushed off one of his more threatening glares, and it more than annoyed him. He grabbed a few bindings (usually used to hold casts in place) and other supplies, and followed after her.
When he got to the bike she so eagerly sat on, he picked her up with one hand around her waist and deposited her back on the ground. He bound her hands and legs together and then stuck a nice, big piece of medical tape over her mouth. "I tried to ask nice," he said faux-apologetically, and patted her head.
He got on the bike and situated her on his lap again like how they'd rode in the first time. "Be nice," he warned, "Or I'll make you ride on your stomach."
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Post by Jules on Oct 26, 2008 17:36:09 GMT -5
Marie screamed, or, well, tried too. She squirmed around, pulling at the bindings and yelling angrily the entire time, although it came out too muffled to be coherent. Did he think no one would find this suspicious? She lived in a good part of town. He was going to get the L.O.S called on him. That image made her smile.
He was going to pay for this. This was humiliating! She was fine. If her ribs were broken wouldn't it hurt?
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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 26, 2008 17:45:02 GMT -5
It was a miracle they made it back to her house without crashing. And admittedly, they did received a few odd looks, but Alexander was a fairly recognizable public figure, and no action was taken. Or at least, it didn't seem so. If the L.O.S. showed up on the doorstep in ten minutes, well then.... it would just be one more thing to deal with.
He hoisted her over his shoulder after he'd parked her bike. Probably not the best position for her ribs, but she'd done more damage to herself just trying to get away.
"You're such a pain in the ass," he complained, kicking open her front door. "The painkillers are going to wear off-- try and get that through your thick, disconnected head."
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Post by Jules on Oct 26, 2008 18:38:53 GMT -5
She just muttered more, slamming her bound fists into his back as hard as she could. With the cast as a weapon, it was pretty hard. Marie still couldn't believe he was doing this to her, or her door, what if her neighbors saw? What would they think? '
And then coherent thought left her, as had the painkilling disease. A wordless cry, muffled by the tape, ripped at her throat until she felt like it was going to bleed and she was going to pass out for want of air. Marie started to cry once again, and soon enough her nose became stuffed and she stopped being able to breath. She squirmed frantically, even though it made spots dance in front of her eyes as pain exuded from her chest, her arm, and every other part of her. Panic had seized her and rendered her senseless.
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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 26, 2008 20:03:45 GMT -5
Alexander didn't notice the return of the pain, figuring her cries were just more attempts to get him to set her loose, and so, setting her down on the sofa in her sitting room, the pain etched in her eyes startled him.
He quickly removed the tape over her mouth, and cupped her cheek in one hand. "Marie," he said, willing her to look at him. "Can you hear me--- how's the pain?"
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Post by Jules on Oct 26, 2008 20:14:31 GMT -5
She was blue in the face by the time he ripped off the tape. The deep, gasping breaths she needed made her ribs scrape even more painfully and she felt like they'd turned into some wild cat let loose on her insides. Her breath was wheezy as she stared at him, tears falling in streams down her face.
"I'm...' wheeze '....fine" wheeze. She was so far from fine, but she didn't want to have him here anymore. Marie had tried to apologize and ended up being even more indebted to him than when she'd started out. And more attached, when all he was thinking of was getting back to Nellie.
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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 26, 2008 20:25:28 GMT -5
"Obviously," he said dryly. He blew out a slow breath, and looked around the room. Everything looked pristine and neat, very fashionable. It had nothing that would be of use.
"I think we better wait before trying to get you up to your room. I can get you what you need, but you'll have to tell me where it is."
Aha! He caught sight of doilies carefully arranged on the tabletop. Decoration or not, he grabbed one and held it out to her, wiggling by her nose with a small grin. "Blow."
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Post by Jules on Oct 26, 2008 20:40:07 GMT -5
She continued to stare at him as her wheezing finally came to a halt and the pain of her cracked ribs went from claws ripping her apart inside out into maybe just playfully playing pinata with her innards. Marie took the doily---it wasn't like it mattered all that much to her, and blew her nose noisily, not caring. She sniffed and clutched it in her fist. The tears calmed themselves. She could suck it up. She'd worn corsets that had threatened to make her pass out, she was almost constantly hungry for Fear, barbs were always digging into her neck.
She could grit her teeth and manage. Standing slowly, she felt so bruised that she half expected the stir of air to press painfully against her tender flesh. She was sniffling, but she looked more composed than before. "If you 'elp me upstairs, you can go."
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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 26, 2008 20:56:26 GMT -5
He wrapped an arm around her middle, helping her limp along. "Yeah, well." He tossed a chunk of hair out of his eyes. "Much as we'd both like that, I'm under orders." As they hobbled to her room, he said, "Were you just trying to be funny?"
He meant the night of the Day of the Dead, when she'd given him the "love" potion, not really realizing he'd thrown the question out of the blue, and she'd probably have no idea what he was talking about.
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Post by Jules on Oct 26, 2008 21:07:21 GMT -5
There was pain every single step, but leaning against him and an expert at being light on her feet did help. Every breath scraped, and his question had her breathing pick up pace just a little. She shut her eyes for a moment and didn't answer until they came to the stairs. This was probably going to hurt.
Although she wasn't sure if she meant the ascent or what she was about to say.
"Twiggy wasn't zupposed to be ze one to kiss you."
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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 26, 2008 21:13:40 GMT -5
He grimaced at the sight of the stairs. This wouldn't be pretty. "This will be fastest," he said, and picked her up to carry her. It would still jolt her, but it would be easier than walking.
At first he thought she said Zizzy wasn't supposed to kiss him, and heigh-ho, big misunderstanding, but then he realized she said she wasn't the one supposed to kiss him.
"Oh?" He raised an eyebrow, Not Amused. "So who was? And if you say Mikhail, I'll drop you."
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Post by Jules on Oct 26, 2008 21:21:29 GMT -5
"Me." She whispered and looked away, up the stairs. Every time still hurt but it was faster. Although she wasn't sure he'd prefer her answer to Mikhail. Marie couldn't recall why she was being honest after she'd gotten a look at his expression, but maybe he'd storm off once he dumped her in her bed.
Or maybe he'd dump her right here. She still probably deserved it. "Are zings okay wiz you and your brothair?"
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