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Post by Jacob Pierce on Feb 8, 2016 17:46:54 GMT 2
----- Too Much Worry -----  --- And Lots of Blood ---
As soon as Jacob entered the emergency room’s hallways, there was a flurry of movement from the nurses. A stretcher was brought to them, and Jacob was instructed to place the bleeding cop on it. The problem was, he didn’t want to. He knew he had to, he knew Max needed medical care as soon as possible, he knew he was being stupid and irrational, and yet, it was needed three different nurses and a doctor to convince Jacob let go of Max. The only consolation was that Max seemed to want to be separated from Jacob as much as the mercenary, and one of the nurses had to pry the cop’s hand open so he would let go of Jacob’s shirt.
He watched his friend be pushed away in a hurry, he even tried to follow, but for some stupid reason he wasn’t allowed to. Someone asked him if he was fine, probably because of all the blood covering his clothes, but the question was ignored as Jacob paced back forth, unsure what else he could do. The feeling of uselessness intensifying the longer he had to wait to see Max.
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Post by Max Madden on Feb 8, 2016 19:47:24 GMT 2
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Worry and Blood
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Sorry for the scare
[attr="class","petit"] [break] [attr="class","petitcontent"] [attr="class","petitcontentstyle"] [attr="class","petitfirstletter"]T he sight of blood is enough to get a lot of the staff working faster. Urgency was on the plate, but sadly urgency was what left the two friends behind the doors where it all happened. Max's hand had to be torn away from Jacob's shirt, but he will never know that detail even happened. He was long gone, and currently dwelling with things that no one truly understands. The lack of blood forbid his mind to even dream or throw thoughts. It was like a blank space of emptiness, waiting to get blood and mind back, or sink into darkness for good. [break][break] He was brought through the many doors needed to access the emergency room, set on the operating table without delay, front down to get a better access to his back. The back, the leg, the face, all of those wounds that needed to be tended to in this order. Hands flew, running across his flesh, needles and staples joining back the ripped flesh. Taking care of internal bleeding, opening his blood shot eyes to make sure they didn't need care as well. In total, it must have taken two hours of hard work for the doctors to get everything clear. There was a blood bag slowly fueling the man's veins again, but his mind still wasn't set to work again. When his wounds were cleaned, and he regained some of his colors, he was led into a room, carefully brought there, sunk into the sheets on his back, drowning in painkillers so his back could give him a break. His leg will take a while to heal, but no bones were touched. His back will retain scars, but his face should get fixed the fastest with no traces left. His breathing was regular again, his chest lifting at a slow but healthy pace. His heart rate was still a little slow if you believed the monitor, but apart from that, he was stable. [break][break] One of the nurses in charge of Max's case walked along the hallways to find Ruby and Jacob if they were still waiting, offering them some cleaner clothes. Simple white shirts they give to the staff. They may change in the bathroom, discretion advised to avoid scaring anyone around. She then asked them if they were his family or friends. Normally, given the situation, they weren't supposed to stay very long with the man in a white bed, however she allowed them a longer time. They may have to answer some questions to the police, but there will be no officers coming before Madden gets out of his blackout. [break][break] [newclass=".petitheader"]background-image:url('http://i67.tinypic.com/10ye81y.jpg');width:520px;height:250px;background-position:right;[/newclass] [newclass=".petitfirstletter"]float:left;background-color:transparent;border:1px solid #324956; padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;padding-left:15px;padding-right:15px;text-align:center;color:#324956;width:5px;font-family:'source sans pro';font-size:13px;margin-right:4px;[/newclass] [newclass=".petit"]width:420px;background-position:center;padding:50px;background-color:#f7f7f7;[/newclass] [newclass=".petittitle"]font-family:'quicksand';color:#fff;letter-spacing:2px;font-size:30px;text-align:center;text-transform:uppercase;padding-top:70px;[/newclass] [newclass=".petitsub"]font-family:'source sans pro';color:#fff;font-style:normal;font-size:12px;text-align:center;width:210px;padding:5px;border:1px solid #fff;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:2px;[/newclass] [newclass=".petitcontent"]width:360px;background-color:#fff;float:center;text-align:justify;margin-top:-120px;padding:30px;border-bottom:1px solid #324956;[/newclass] [newclass=".petitcontentstyle"]font-family:'roboto';font-size:11px;color:#222;height:300px;overflow:auto;padding:3px;[/newclass] [newclass=".petitcontentstyle::-webkit-scrollbar"]width:1px;[/newclass][newclass=".petitcontentstyle::-webkit-scrollbar-track"]background-color:#eee;[/newclass][newclass=".petitcontentstyle::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb"]background-color:#324956;[/newclass] [newclass=".petitnotes"]font-family:'quicksand';letter-spacing:1px;color:#324956;font-size:11px;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass]
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Post by Ruby Blackwood on Feb 9, 2016 13:35:21 GMT 2
[googlefont="Montserrat|Oswald"] [attr="class","bgfs"] [attr="class","somenights"]red tears
[attr="class","iii"]Is it sick of me
To need control of you
To want you crawling on your knees
To want you biting down on me
[attr="class","naen"]The sound of the medical staff shouting, running towards the bloody trio, the metalic sound of the stretcher being hurried down the hall of the ER, all that and the worry brewing constantly in the woman's chest - it was simply overwhelming. I a bad way, and the sense of a deja vu was not making anything better. She had felt like this before, when Jacob got injected with that horrible drug, by the same damn Jack White. That guy..Ruby understood why someone wanted him dead now. They all shared the feeling.
Doctors and nurses came running towards Jacob, grabbing Max and struggling to part the two, to put the cop onto the stretcher. Blackwood felt like this was once again a sequence of a terrifying movie, where everything moved in slow motion. She felt like everyone moved too fast out of the sudden (which was good for Madden) and feared that she will lose both Pierce and the French. Get left behind. "We need to be with him!" Her stubborn tone did nothing to actually earn the two a spot in the waiting room of the ER. Medical staff blocked the two criminals' way , telling them to wait here and all that shit. Red couldnt possibly picture losing Max today. No, if he died, more people had to die. White, the medical staff who couldnt save him, everyone. Madden died, they died too.
Nurses offered the two basic attires, to change from their bloody clothes, and pointed towards the lockers used by the patients to change when they got set here. Ruby stared down at her crimson hands staining the white shirt. Why did she ruin everything? Her blue gaze, not yet filled with tears, was set on Pierce now. "Lets go change.. Max wouldnt want to see us all bloody." Her voice was more of a whisper, preventing itself from becoming shaky. Since when was she so damn weak? Even though some doctor came to question the two about their health, but with no legit responses, he kind of gave up. Her frustration towards Jacob seemed to have also faded away, he had his reasons to be so possesive. And she had her own. [attr="class","mswtas"]  [attr="class","ndsf"]The secret side of me
I never let you see
I keep it caged
But I can't control it
So stay away from me
The beast is ugly
I feel the rage
It's scratching on the walls
In the closet, in the halls
It comes awake
And I can't control it
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Post by Jacob Pierce on Feb 9, 2016 14:41:05 GMT 2
----- Too Much Worry ----- --- And Lots of Blood ---
Wait, that was all they could do; Wait for the doctors do their job, wait to see if max would make it, wait until this nightmare was over. But the more time passed, more doubts Jacob felt. What if he didn’t make it? What if this was the end for Max? No, that wasn’t… that couldn’t happen… Max was going to be fine… Right? He felt all this was his fault somehow, but he also couldn’t wait until he got his hands on Jack White, to feel that disgusting excuse of man at his mercy, to drive his knife deep into him, watch as life left his eyes. He wanted to kill Jack White and everyone who had ever been associated with that man.
A nurse approached him and Ruby, offering clean clothes and a space in the bathroom for them to change. Jacob stared stupidly at the white cloth, he had forgotten he was looking like some sort of gore fest. But who would care about blood on their clothes in a situation like this? Ruby’s words made sense, however, Max would hate to see them like this, a reminder of what they were capable of. Jacob nodded at the woman “Right… let’s.” he had been silent since the car ride, when he spoke his voice was low, subdued and a bit shaky. He was glad that at least Ruby didn’t seem to be angry at him anymore. He walked towards where the nurse had indicated, and motioned for Ruby to go first.
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Post by Ruby Blackwood on Feb 9, 2016 20:25:21 GMT 2
[googlefont="Montserrat|Oswald"] [attr="class","bgfs"] [attr="class","somenights"]red tears
[attr="class","iii"]Is it sick of me
To need control of you
To want you crawling on your knees
To want you biting down on me
[attr="class","naen"]A mess. This was all a mess. She felt like a mess. Anger, sorrow, worry, even physical pain, those were all crashing down on the woman, making her want to just..collapse. Her heart was going crazy, and she was sure that Jacob could hear the thumping in her chest. A miracle happened when Jacob woke up from the poisoning, amd Ruby needed another miracle right now.
Two hours full of distress were yet to fly by, as the two finally got moving towards the locker, which were connected to a bathroom by a door. Pierce somehow managed to always be a gentleman, how though, Red wasnt sure. It was definitely a deep burried nature of his, which he perhaps hoped to hide under the bodies of his victims. "Yeah." Words werent needed, but it somehow felt that if they didnt speak to each other at all, one of them might get the impression the other was mad at them. Ruby's glare was on the ground constantly, images of the bloody sight haunting her in these moments. She entered the changing place, dumping the spare clothes on a near bench and going to wash off the blood from her hands, arms and face, not bothering with the two crimson stripes of hair she seemed to have achieved on the side of her head. She felt gross at this point. The cold water didnt wake her up from this..state she was in, either.
Pain - a sort of pain, weird, not entirely psychical, but physical too, nested into the blonde's chest, seeming to advance towards all extremes of her body. Taking over, was the feeling of insecurity, not knowing if Max will be fine, what if scenarios flooding her mind just like that day when Jacob was out on the hospital bed. But this time it was..different. She couldnt say how, she didnt know. Ruby found herself staring in her own eyes, in the mirror, lost in thoughts. The feeling was fairly normal when you feared for one's life. But what accentuated it, was regret.
Jacob was waiting outside. She must have been in for 5 minutes now and accomplished nothing out of the changing clothes task. Ruby ripped some paper towels and dried her skin off, tossing them in the bin and hurrying to change into the clean clothes. With that over, she walked back towards the door, lowering her head again to hide her tears away from any prying eyes. [attr="class","mswtas"]  [attr="class","ndsf"]The secret side of me
I never let you see
I keep it caged
But I can't control it
So stay away from me
The beast is ugly
I feel the rage
It's scratching on the walls
In the closet, in the halls
It comes awake
And I can't control it
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Post by Jacob Pierce on Feb 9, 2016 21:32:30 GMT 2
----- Too Much Worry ----- --- And Lots of Blood ---
How long until any news would come? Was this some kind of punishment? This waiting that had no end, the doubt if their friend would survive, not being able to do anything to make things better, trust some strangers that they would do their jobs properly. The worst thing was, by his nature, Jacob didn’t trust stranger to do their jobs properly. He felt exhausted, ready to collapse, but he knew that if he tried to rest right now, he wouldn’t be able to, his mind kept conjuring hundreds of outcomes to this night, from happy and hopeful ones, to terrible ones that made him want to start screaming.
Ruby took his offer to use the changing room first, and Jacob stayed just outside the door, looking at all the people waiting to see a doctor. People could be so overdramatic, it wasn’t like any of them were dying, he couldn’t see a single person who was bleeding, and yet, they all wasted time in this place, wasted the doctor’s precious time.
He waited for quite a few minutes for Ruby, so much he started to worry that something had happened. As unlikely as that would be, he was just too worked up because of Max, his worry bleeding over the woman as well, he didn’t know if he would be able to deal if something happened to Ruby as well. Jacob was about to knock on the door and call for her, but as soon as he lifted his hand, the door opened and Ruby came out, looking a little more clean, her head low. He wanted to ask if she was okay, but that was a stupid question, okay was the last thing either of them were at that moment, so he silently entered the changing room after shooting Ruby a worried look.
He looked at himself on the mirror, having his first glimpse on how terrible he looked. It felt like he hadn’t slept in a week, the blood had congealed and was encrusted on his skin. He felt dirty and gross, his clothes a disgusting rust color. He quickly took it off, going to the sink to try to scrub at least some of the blood from his face and arms. Jacob felt only marginally better after putting on the clean clothes, but at least now people would stop sending him scared looks, and more importantly, he wouldn’t worry Max too much when the cop sees him. He exited the bathroom, his eyes immediately seeking Ruby out. “You okay?” He asked her softly, even if it was a stupid question. All this time, not once he had checked how she was holding up.
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Post by Ruby Blackwood on Feb 11, 2016 10:14:54 GMT 2
[googlefont="Montserrat|Oswald"] [attr="class","bgfs"] [attr="class","somenights"]red tears
[attr="class","iii"]Is it sick of me
To need control of you
To want you crawling on your knees
To want you biting down on me
[attr="class","naen"]How long has it been? Months, for certain. A couple of good months, maybe more than a couple though. Months since they all befriended each other. Looking back at it, they had never actually been "frienemies" in fact. It was just a stupid title they gave each other, because they didnt know what else to do, they were scared deep down not to make a mistake. Much like, the exclusive label. What a stupid thing this was, when you looked back at it. Ruby realised where these regretful feelings had their roots. She had no unsure feelings towards today's carnage -no. That was well reasoned, and besides, Max was uncouncious, he saw nothing of what they did. Right? That wouldnt change anything between the three, they killed all those guys to protect Max, not to do worse! Wouldnt he have done the same?
No, the regret came from within. Ruby's thoughts turned selfish, mirroring Jacob's attitude from earlier, but no possesivenes took over; she was just that, selfish. She imagined for a moment that they'd leave two, not three, even though that simple thought made the woman sick. Would this be all? The end of a journey? Ruby took a few steps away from the locker room's door, leaning against the wall and letting herself slide down against it. She brought her knees to her chest, a default pose for when she usually had a panic attack, yet hopefully not it wouldnt be the case. Her mind drifted back to her initial train of thought, just as tears started to run down her cheeks. What if Max died tonight? She couldnt think of the last fight they had-- no, she could. She remembered it now, it was exactly a few weeks ago, on the topic of that stupid kiss Jacob and Ruby shared. But from Max's goodnight from then, it might have meant he wasnt angry anymore. But who knows what he really feels today? Ruby didnt want that any sort of..end of the road to be paved with the fresh memory of a fight. She wouldnt stand herself.
And if that wasnt enough, it hit her how she developed feelings for these two idiots who should have just continued with their lives. Usually, 'idiots' , 'jerks', and anything else she might call them, were nothing but joking callings for the moment. They were nothing like that in reality. But how the hell do you fall for two peope, simultaneously? Ruby first acquired these strange..emotions, towards the French, which grew more and more significant with each interaction. And then Pierce messed up her shit, as if it wasnt already. True, the feelings were not alike, but had the same start. Blackwood put her arms on top of her knees, holding her forehead with a hand, not caring for some finicky little shits who stared at her crying.
What if I never get to tell him?...them?.. I cant live with that. Max might not even catch tomorrow, but he has to! Thoughts gone wild, desperate. Ruby felt the words, on the tip of her tongue, like a burden on her shoulders. Why was a sentence so short, so painful to form? She might never get another chance.
Ruby was well aware that the cop had went through another relationship, a serious one, he had told her once about it. He experienced the first taste of love and survived it, but he had no idea this was her first.
Jacob took less than she did, to freshen himself up or at least try. He exited the room, seemingly looking for her. Okay? Okay was indeed the last thing they could be right now. But would the woman be able to lie, through her probably shaky tone, tears and jumpy breathing? Not likely. "No. You?" The truth was the best, a "im fine" right now just wouldnt do. Red couldnt even raise her glare on him. [attr="class","mswtas"] [attr="class","ndsf"]The secret side of me
I never let you see
I keep it caged
But I can't control it
So stay away from me
The beast is ugly
I feel the rage
It's scratching on the walls
In the closet, in the halls
It comes awake
And I can't control it
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Post by Jacob Pierce on Feb 11, 2016 21:05:15 GMT 2
----- Too Much Worry ----- --- And Lots of Blood ---
Caring was not an advantage, Jacob knew that, had known for a long time, it gave opportunities to his enemies, a perfect place to strike in which would cause a lot of pain, and that was exactly what had happened to him and Ruby. Max got hurt and now they suffered. He had known there was very strong possibility of that happening, in this life this was a common occurrence. The thing was, even after all this, Jacob did not regret letting Max get close to him. It had been a long time since he had someone to call a friend, someone he could trust with his life and enjoyed to spend time with, someone who knew exactly who he was and still stuck around. He would go as far as say he had never felt so happy to be around someone like the time he spent with Max and Ruby. The thought of losing one of them was almost unbearable, and now he was faced with that possibility.
Often, Jacob compared what he had with Max and Ruby with the relationship he had with his crew, since it was the only frame of reference of people who accepted him for who he was. But what he felt for them was so different, it run deeper, those two meant so much to him, it was scary. He never felt this possessive over anyone, protective, yes, but the way he acted with Max was more than that, he didn’t want anyone else touching the cop, not even Ruby, and he knew if Ruby was the one dying instead, he’d be acting the same way with her, protecting her even from Max’s touch, as irrational as it was.
There was the undeniable attraction he felt for Ruby as well, he didn’t like to dwell on it, avoided thinking about that kiss that started all this mess. But if he was being honest with himself, he’d go as far as say he had a… crush on her (and gosh, he felt stupid even thinking the word). He had always thought himself incapable of attraction, but Ruby proved him wrong. In the end, it didn’t even matter, Max and Ruby had each other, and Jacob would be happy if they were happy, he didn’t need to be in the middle of their love, he was satisfied with being their friend.
It didn’t take him too long to find Ruby, she was curled up on a corner, looking like she was trying to hide tears. A lump formed at the back of his throat at the sight, a worried look crossing his face. As expected, Ruby was not okay, he was a bit surprised she didn’t give him the ‘I’m fine’ lie. Jacob let out a sigh, sitting beside her, so close their arms were touching and leaned against her. “Same” he answered, it would be pointless to lie, especially after she didn’t., they were worried, sad, scared, at that moment they had only each other, so it felt natural for him to wrap his arm around Ruby, bringing her closer in what he hoped was a comforting embrace.
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Post by Ruby Blackwood on Feb 11, 2016 23:23:15 GMT 2
[googlefont="Montserrat|Oswald"] [attr="class","bgfs"] [attr="class","somenights"]red tears
[attr="class","iii"]Is it sick of me
To need control of you
To want you crawling on your knees
To want you biting down on me
[attr="class","naen"]This is down right degrading, weak. Your cut breathing and silent sobbing is embarrassing, Blackwood. You're nothing, you're soft. They're nothing, and parasites to your emotional immunity. A deep, yet soft as a caress, voice sounded in the woman's mind, the voice of her father, spilling his 'supportive' words, always trying to test her loyalty, to lure her back, even when he wasnt physically present. Red had no idea why his ideals haunted her, and did not believe a word, but it was just so easy to have a moment of weakness..
Same. If Jacob hadnt already proven how much he cared, this simple word would have betrayed it all. The only consolation Ruby could feel at the moment, was that maybe she wasnt weak..alone. The man who clung to keep Madden out of danger, lowered himself at her level too, leaning against her frame. Oddly enough, his small hug attempt felt comforting, reasurring. Safe. The woman seemed to always feel protected in their company, but right now she wished Max could experience the same thing.
Warm, the feeling of security battled her uncertainties, yet victory was not in sight. She just couldnt feel any sort of peace until a doctor came and told them Max was fine. And yet, not even a nurse passed by. Was the staff doing this torture on purpose? Nevertheless, no one was going anywhere. And neither was she, nor Jacob. Ruby squeezed her eyes shut, her tears being forced down her pale skin while her chest still rose at an uneven pace just as she brushed her hand away from her forehead, onto her cheekbones to wipe away the marks of her emotions. "I shouldnt be crying. Shouldnt have done this when you were in there either. I'm sorry. I just.." Blackwood tried to explain her breakdown, unsure if Jacob even knew what happened with her in the break room, when he got poisoned. Somehow, she just tried to tell herself she was stronger, but with Pierce holding her close, her strength just..crumbled away. It felt like she didnt need it around him, or Max. "I dont want to lose you two." And that was the point, when she said fuck it.
Fuck this shit.
Fuck it all.
Ruby didnt care anymore of any consequences, anything. She wasnt going to wait until those two were on the verge of dying again to let them know they were loved, as much as they were. The blonde wrapped her arm around Jacob's middle too, behind him, while leaning her legs against the floor, sitting sideways and just hugging him.
Dependent.
Her hand grabbed his shirt gently, more to reasure herself that he wasnt leaving; exactly where Madden had earlier grasped the cloth and threatened to never let go again. Her face was burried into the crook of Pierce's neck, and with her eyes still closed, she forced herself to stop crying. [attr="class","mswtas"] [attr="class","ndsf"]The secret side of me
I never let you see
I keep it caged
But I can't control it
So stay away from me
The beast is ugly
I feel the rage
It's scratching on the walls
In the closet, in the halls
It comes awake
And I can't control it
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Post by Jacob Pierce on Feb 12, 2016 14:03:28 GMT 2
----- Too Much Worry ----- --- And Lots of Blood ---
Ruby was close to a breakdown, from the way she was curled up in a corner, to the tears rolling down her face, it was clear she was not taking well what happened to Max. Jacob never expected her to, he’d think it strange if she was calmer, Max meant as much to her as he meant to Jacob, or who knows, maybe the comparison was unfair, and the cop meant more to her than he could imagine. Jacob felt that he should be the one who had to stay strong for her, be the supportive friend, keep his wits with him and don’t let his worry and fear to cloud his judgement. Think about doing and actually doing it, however, were two very different things. He was stretched thin, barely keeping himself from panicking and storming inside that hospital to look for Max, as much as he should be the strong one, he didn’t want to, couldn’t bring himself to. He wanted to collapse and scream, grab his gun and start shooting anyone who stood on his way to see Max.
The hug he offered Ruby helped him a little, her presence grounding him, so warm and inviting. The embrace was meant to support her, but Jacob was weak, and he needed as much reassurance as Ruby, he wanted someone to say everything was going to be fine, but at the same time he didn’t want some meaningless empty lies. Ruby was crying, and for a brief moment he wished he was capable of doing the same, let go of his control and cry to his heart’s content. But he feared if he let himself go, he’d be hard pressed in regaining his control.
He was a bit confused because of Ruby’s words. Why shouldn’t she be crying? It was only natural, with their friend so close to death as he was, it was like Ruby thought herself weak for having feelings, and that couldn’t be farther from the truth. She was strong, stubborn, prideful, he had seen hurting and bleeding, he had seen her with her life being threatened, he had seen her angry and vengeful, he’d never think less of her just because she was crying for once. “It’s fine to cry” He informed her softly, squeezing her reassuringly “You don’t have to stay strong and unaffected all the time, Ruby… Feelings are a weakness we can’t help but have… Otherwise we’d be alone” Right here, right now, he wished she wouldn’t feel the need to hide how bad she felt, he wanted her to trust him and let that caring side of her to show.
When Jacob was the one fighting for his life, he didn’t know how Ruby and Max reacted while waiting, he hadn’t bothered to ask, thinking it an unimportant detail. But now he realized it must have been terribly nerve wrecking, and now she was suffering again, now for her other friend. He felt Ruby’s arms warp around his torso, his arms squeezing the woman more firmly, burying his nose in her hair, leaning against her in a comforting action for his sake as much as hers, clinging to the woman in an eerily similar manner to what he had done with Max. When was the doctors going to come and tell them something...? Anything…
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Post by Ruby Blackwood on Feb 12, 2016 23:48:42 GMT 2
[googlefont="Montserrat|Oswald"] [attr="class","bgfs"] [attr="class","somenights"]red tears
[attr="class","iii"]Is it sick of me
To need control of you
To want you crawling on your knees
To want you biting down on me
[attr="class","naen"]Why do emotions have to be so complicated? So..wrecking, in the true meaning of the word. How did normal people deal with this sort of stuff daily? Ruby's whole being was temporarily made out of pure worry, only kept together, preventing from shattering on the cold floor, by Jacob holding her tight. God, she was lucky to have him, and Max, as her friends. They were all one could ask for.
Luckily Pierce seemed to have taken her comment as related to the locker room, he didnt seem to want to laugh for knowing how the woman broke down for the time he was on the hospital bed too. And it was better for everyone if he didnt realise it. The man spoke about this golden weakness, and how lonely they'd be if emotionless. She didnt wish for that.
Soon, which actually was after some good time of being hanged by the neck by worry and regret and fear and all those shitty feelings - a nurse, in a white coat, approached the two criminals, eyeing them for a moment before speaking, informing them about Madden's currently stable state. She also said something along the lines of "only family can stay". But at that, Ruby (who previously slowly broke the embrace just to look at the nurse) couldnt keep it in anymore. " We're family. His family. We're with him, his." Afraid that they'd get sent home to respect some stupid visit hours, the blonde stuttered for a moment, still battling her shaky tone. The mentally exhausted Blackwood looked down at Jacob's hand, grabbing it with a twitch of her fingers, and looking at the nurse again, while waiting for the merc to sit up at the same time as she would. They had to see Max. Needed that. [attr="class","mswtas"] [attr="class","ndsf"]The secret side of me
I never let you see
I keep it caged
But I can't control it
So stay away from me
The beast is ugly
I feel the rage
It's scratching on the walls
In the closet, in the halls
It comes awake
And I can't control it
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Post by Jacob Pierce on Feb 13, 2016 2:53:17 GMT 2
----- Too Much Worry ----- --- And Lots of Blood ---
He wasn’t sure how much time had passed since Ruby and he had arrived with Max. On one hand, it felt like no time at all, the events of the night passing in a blur of worry and blood. But at the same time it felt like they were waiting for an eternity for one of the nurses to come to them and tell how Max was doing. If this was how Max and Ruby had felt when Jacob was poisoned, then he should apologize for it sometime, to make them suffer so much because of his own mistakes.
Ruby and Jacob stayed huddled together for some time, clinging to each other, trying to hug their worry away, or perhaps share what they were going through in an attempt to lessen the feeling of uselessness. Eventually though, one of the nurses approached where they were seated, Jacob didn’t much like the way she eyed them both, but as long as she came bearing news, he would endure any odd looks the staff may or may not throw at him. She did come to inform them of Max’s conditions, stable was the word she used, and he felt like crying in relief. He chose to cross his arms instead, both to hide his shaking hands, and to stop himself from attacking the nurse when she told them only family could stay.
It would be very cruel of the hospital to stop them from seeing their friend just because they lacked any blood ties, Jacob would have stormed inside one way or another, he still had his knife, and he had ever felt any fear in using it. “Yes, we’re family, please... can we see Max?” His voice was pleadingly, a worried frown on his face as he squeezed Ruby’s hand, his thumb caressing her palm distractedly. The nurse squinted her eyes at them, as if looking for something in their expressions, before she gave them a kind smile and nodded, gesturing for them to follow her.
Jacob never let go of Ruby’s hand as he started to eagerly follow the nurse’s lead. Tugging the woman gently towards him. He still had the urge to embrace her, whisper that everything was going to be fine now that he knew it was true, but it wouldn’t be very appropriate right now. Soon they reached a door, and the nurse gave them some privacy after reminding them Max needed his rest. Jacob shot a look at Ruby, before grabbing the handle and softly opening the door.
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Post by Ruby Blackwood on Feb 15, 2016 18:48:37 GMT 2
[googlefont="Montserrat|Oswald"] [attr="class","bgfs"] [attr="class","somenights"]red tears
[attr="class","iii"]Is it sick of me
To need control of you
To want you crawling on your knees
To want you biting down on me
[attr="class","naen"]Thank god the nurse was understanding. What would have happened if she didnt allow the two to see Max, Ruby couldnt think of. She was not in the right state and shape right now to just threaten the nurse or get what she wanted by violence, and if anything needed negotiating, Ruby could only resort to begging right now.
As Jacob pleaded himself, the hospital staff member accepted to allow the two's visit now, and walked them towards the cop's room. Ruby put her free hand over the one linked with Pierce's , holding the man's hand there in a more relieved way. The nurse didnt bring any bad news, so that was the greatest silence today.
Arriving at the French's room, Ruby's fingers closed more around the mercenary's hand, somehow trying to gather her own strength to step into the room. She took a deep breath, feeling like she was about to take some sort of leap of faith. Jaacob pushed the door slowly, no haunting creek to wake up any souls, no voices from the other side, only the beeping of a heart monitor. On the spot, Red loved that sound. It was way too reasurring. But her eyes, settling on the patched up, tubbed and asleep Max, harbored less worried tears. He was out of danger, wasnt he? Never letting go of Jacob, a hand moved from his knuckles onto his arm, grabbing it gently. They shouldnt make too much noise, if any at all. But the sight was painful, knowing someone could be so hating of their friend...infuriating!
The blonde moved closer to one of the bed's sides, after slowly letting go of Jacob, and raised her shaking hand to caress Max's forehead softly, with a light touch. But what if there were consequences? Ruby quickly pulled her hand back, before her fingertips could reach his skin, scared that she might hurt him somehow. She looked at the curly haired man, an undefined feeling in her expression. Or at least, she couldnt name it.
Not bearing it anymore, the incapacity of making sure Madden was really there, not some hallucination, the woman found herself gently brushing her hand underneath Max's, on the sheets, surprisingly calming down some more. She held his palm in hers, slowly beginning to lower herself on her knees, just looking at the man's face for any trace of..anything while her arm rested on the edge of the bed with her chin on top of it. [attr="class","mswtas"] [attr="class","ndsf"]The secret side of me
I never let you see
I keep it caged
But I can't control it
So stay away from me
The beast is ugly
I feel the rage
It's scratching on the walls
In the closet, in the halls
It comes awake
And I can't control it
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Post by Jacob Pierce on Feb 15, 2016 20:05:33 GMT 2
----- Too Much Worry ----- --- And Lots of Blood ---
To anyone seeing Jacob and Ruby walking the hospital’s corridors, hands linked, matching sorrowful expressions, it would be easy to mistake them as a couple. Jacob barely noticed id there were any glances thrown at them, he kept his hand firmly holding Ruby’s, not caring about what anyone would think. They went all the way to Max’s room with their hands liked, silently offering support to each other.
He opened the door silently, the only noise coming from the room was the beeping from the heart monitor, usually, when it was Jacob strapped to it, the noise was annoying, but hearing it from Max only served to reassure him, it showed the cop was alive, his heart strong and hanging on bravely. He approached the bedside, eyeing Max intently, every scratch and every mark those bastards had given to his cop, Jacob wished he could give them double, but it was too late for that, most were already dead, he’d have to content himself to just torturing Jack White once he got his hands on the man.
Max looked so peaceful, like he was just asleep, if only there weren’t so many bandages. Jacob reached his hand at the same time as Ruby touched Max’s arm, still holding each other’s hand. He run his fingers lightly through Max’s hair in a gentle caress, avoiding touching any wounds on his face. Max was breathing, his heart was beating, it was enough to calm Jacob down for now, even if all the tubes and wires coming out of the cop were a bit disturbing.
He watched Ruby hesitate to touch the man, throwing Jacob a look he couldn’t name. He made a gesture with his head towards Max, encouraging her to touch, feel how much their cop was still alive, before looking around the room as if looking for something, he soon spotted the only chair available, hospitals were so cheap, couldn’t they give the rooms more than one seat? He grabbed the chair and placed it beside Max’s bed, before seating and staring at Max, attentive to any change the cop may have. That was ow his place, and he’d listen to no one who would want him to move until he could speak with Max “C’mon Max, time to wake up” he whispered very softly, more to himself than anything, his hand seeking where Ruby had hers on top of the cop’s.
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Post by Max Madden on Feb 15, 2016 21:16:15 GMT 2
[googlefont="Roboto:700,400"][googlefont="Quicksand:700,400"][googlefont="Source Sans Pro:700,400"] [nospaces] [attr="class","petitheader"] [attr="class","petittitle"]
Worry and Blood
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Sorry for the scare
[attr="class","petit"] [break] [attr="class","petitcontent"] [attr="class","petitcontentstyle"] [attr="class","petitfirstletter"]B eeping. It's all he's been hearing in his head for the past two and a half hours. He couldn't see any image, no dreams, no thoughts. He couldn't hear the nurses or doctors, despite them talking close to his head sometimes. He couldn't feel their hands opening his eyes to flash a light in his pupils, touching his neck for a pulse. He couldn't feel the blood slowly getting back in his body, nor could he sense his heartbeat regaining a normal pace. He was laying in the bed, breathing tubes in his nose, a pulse sensor around his right index, a filled pack of blood hanging next to a second half empty one by the side of his bed. The bandages around his chest covered his scar, only showing the bottom of the R, while the J& was overlapped in white, hidden to everyone's prying eyes. His wounded leg was out of the sheets, wrapped in white as well. He looked so clean after the sight of him covered in blood at the Slaughterhouse. So much white embracing him, one holy person could make more than one stupid reference to an angel. Apart perhaps from the beat up face. The cuts had been taken care of, sown back together. But the bruises, the red and blue ones were engulfing his figure, swollen on his cheek bone and forehead. A black eye on one side, bloodshot but closed anyway. His hands had regained their natural color, though perhaps a bit paler than usual. However there was still the red traces around his wrists, where the tape had kept his two hands together for so long. He was lucky to have only exterior wounds on his head and no internal bleeding, or else things could have been much worse for him. [break][break] The beeping continues, but now the air actually matters. It feels warm, cozy. Right at this point, Max's brain can start to feel and only that. But feeling physically is not yet an option. He's closer to 'sensing'. But so far nothing mattered. He was in a bubble, feeling peaceful, slowly rising back up, but taking his time, since he didn't understand the meaning of rising or living. Time didn't exist, nothing else existed but presence. He existed, and that is all that meant anything. [break][break] Existing, until he was brought back. A jolt through his hair first. No one had touched him there since he was in the room, and it was the place with the shortest course to his brain. He grew aware because of that one touch, slowly starting to understand he needed to wake up, but he didn't know why. A second touch came in to pull him back to the surface, making him exit the comfort of the underworld, underwater where everything is muffled and only he, exists. Warmth around his hand, slowly the information climbed up his arm, his neck until finally reaching his brain. Electric. He didn't move at all, apart from his rising chest. That same hand had been unconsciously holding Jacob's shirt tightly before, and perhaps just as unconsciously he squeezed his hand around whatever was now in it. The squeeze was feeble, almost invisible, but it Max's mind he was having the hardest grip a man could have. Could have been anyone's hand, but fortunately it wasn't just anyone. He felt like turning his head, and open his eyes to see, but his mind was fighting him, disobeying his will. The reason for that was that all the muscles in his neck, if they moved or tensed, would tug on his back, and even drowning in painkillers like he was right now, charging like a dark horse would the pain come back. [break][break] Ruby and Jacob. The first images he was able to picture as he made the strong effort to get his mind working again, trying to focus on memories, doing his best to convince himself he was alive and not dead. He was seeing them sitting next to him, looking at him intently, but the image was blurry. He didn't understand it yet, but he had shifted his head slightly and opened his eyes slightly. Barely opened enough to let anyone see those blue eyes, he seemed to look into emptiness because of how static his eyes were, but looking long enough, you'll notice he blinks, proving he was very much there, with his thumb, touching Ruby's skin firmly. The only part of his hand that obeyed his will, and the only part of his body, that existed in reality. 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