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Post by Princess Katie on Dec 15, 2008 1:59:36 GMT -5
Cherry had stayed up for a long while, changing the gauze and occasionally checking his temperature with her lips on his forehead, and adjusting his number of blankets accordingly. She had just dozed off herself when the sound of Cal’s voice brought her back to wakefulness.
“Don’t move!” She gasped, ignoring his thanks completely. “You are gonna start the blood flow up again! It finally stopped!”
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Post by Jules on Dec 15, 2008 22:41:42 GMT -5
Cal raised an eyebrow at her and than rested back on the couch, complying with her orders. "You sound like a doctor." He grunted, but it was cute, so he could tolerate it, even if he wasn't so found of Doctors.
"I'm starved. Is there any Chinese left over?"
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Post by Princess Katie on Dec 16, 2008 0:14:39 GMT -5
“I could not doctor ya, and we could see how all that goes for ya,” Cherry commented flippantly, tossing her blankets aside, and standing with a stretch and making her way to the kitchen. “There’s plenty left,” she said. Cherry was more of a drinker/smoker than an eater. Whenever she started to eat anything, she usually gave up four bites in and got a cigarette instead.
With a plate of cold lo mien in one hand and a refilled glass of water in the other, she offered Cal an apologetic smile. “No microwave.”
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Post by Jules on Dec 16, 2008 0:32:08 GMT -5
"How I am supposed to eat if I'm not allowed to move?" He asked, pushing himself into a sitting position, wincing visibly as he did so. "I'll be fit as a fiddle soon enough. If you'll just drive me home later."
He didn't really want to leave, but if Cherry insisted he stay, than it would be on her, and he couldn't be seen as imposing.
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Post by Princess Katie on Dec 16, 2008 1:10:33 GMT -5
She gave him a skeptical look, settling back onto the loveseat. “Try not to move too much at least. Little motions. I think, ideally, you should maybe have some stitches, but that is way outta my league. You’re lucky, Cal, that I live a criminal lifestyle. Otherwise, this might have been a less successful endeavor.” Of course she could not resist throwing that back in his face, since he made such a big deal about it the other night.
“I’ll take yas home when I think yer healthy enough ta move,” Cherry stated simply, crossing her legs and reclining. She liked this sense of authority.
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Post by Jules on Dec 16, 2008 1:16:06 GMT -5
He grinned at her and took the plate from her, resting it in his lap before digging in. He didn't care that it wasn't warm. "Don't need stitches." He gritted his teeth a second and the smell of singed skin tainted the air. "There, they're cauterized."
"Cherry, I really am sorry about that dinner." He ducked his head down in an excellent impression of sheepishness.
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Post by Princess Katie on Dec 16, 2008 2:16:09 GMT -5
“Ew. That’s gross,” Cherry complained at the sudden smell of burning flesh, “but handy, I guess. Still, I don’t want ya ta move around too much. Can’t be good for yas, anyways.”
Cherry watched him with keen interest. He did look really sorry. “Don’t worry about it. You were just tryin’ ta… well. I’m not so sure what ya were just tryin’ ta do. But don’t worry about it.”
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Post by Jules on Dec 17, 2008 1:18:48 GMT -5
Cal just grinned. If she thought that was gross, he'd have to be careful how much of his other side he let her see, if any at all. But what she said next wiped all traces of amusement from his face. She wasn't sure what he'd been trying to do?
"I was trying to convey I have feelings for you." He muttered gruffly, glaring at her from the corner of his eye.
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Post by Princess Katie on Dec 17, 2008 1:54:32 GMT -5
That’s what that was?
“Well, you were awful asshole-ish about it,” Cherry hissed back, though not completely irate. A heavy sigh escaped her lips, and she draped herself over the arm of the loveseat. A touch of tenderness wormed its way past her frown and quirked brow. Feelings? Feeling-Feelings? Feelings from the heart, or feelings from a less-than-romantic place? Cherry couldn’t say that she exactly reciprocated ‘feelings’, but she definitely could not say that she did not. So she kept her fat mouth shut.
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Post by Jules on Dec 18, 2008 0:09:08 GMT -5
"Well that's because I'm an asshole." He replied happily, polishing off the food in record time chasing it with the glass of water. "I noticed you fell off the bandwagon that night at my house." He said casually, considering whether or not it was worth it to lick his plate clean.
"You got anything else to eat?"
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Post by Princess Katie on Dec 18, 2008 0:48:57 GMT -5
“The bandwagon?” Cherry echoed, in obvious confusion as she took Cal’s plate into the kitchen, scrounging around for something else to eat. Cherry typically ordered carry-out, and she was definitely not much of a chef, so there was not much in her cupboards.
She returned with a bowl of cold cereal and the remainder of the Chinese food. “This is all I’ve got, chief. Sorry. I’m really more of a drinker than I am an eater.”
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Post by Jules on Dec 18, 2008 1:00:28 GMT -5
Cal rolled his eyes and thought maybe he should stop trying. Why was he bothering so much over this tiny little slip of a woman anyways? Cal wasn't like most men, he didn't enjoy the chase, he liked a little bit of a challenge, but he was beginning to feel that with Cherry, he was trying to climb Mount Everest without arms.
"Thanks." And finished that food off in a few winks of the eye. "I mean you started drinking again. But whatever, I guess it's not really my business."
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Post by Princess Katie on Dec 18, 2008 1:42:31 GMT -5
“No, you’re right. It’s not really any of your business,” Cherry spat, flicking her bangs out of her face, her tiny foot tapping in time with her irritation. “And besides, it’s not like I was really trying to stop. It hurt that fuckin’ gash in my lip to have anything stronger than water. That’s the only reason. If I wanted to stop, I could,” She said confidently, her gaze flicking briefly to the empty glasses littering the coffee table.
“I could,” she repeated, her voice a mere, squeaky whisper.
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Post by Jules on Dec 18, 2008 1:46:16 GMT -5
"Sure you could, toots. Why should I care if you drink yourself to death?" He closed his eyes, suddenly tired again and beginning to regret this whole thing. Had it really been worth it to attempt to patch things up with Cherry? She was making it abundantly clear she had no interest in him whatsoever. That prodded his pride uncomfortably, and he was unused to actually having to try.
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Post by Princess Katie on Dec 23, 2008 3:18:59 GMT -5
“I don’t know, why do you even care?” She questioned acerbically. Her tone softened, however. She could tell that she hurt Cal’s feelings, and that made her feel really bad for some reason. Guilt forced her to find something else to look at, so she resorted to picking at the beaded hem of her little satin nightie. “I’m not even a little close to drinkin’ myself ta death. I could probably cut back, yeah, but I’m healthy as a horse, babe,” Cherry paused, reluctantly starting up again, “And…Cal? I really like ya. I do, a lot. If circumstances were different, I would jump all over the opportunity to date ya. But circumstances, they aren’t different.”
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