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Post by Taylor on May 12, 2010 0:22:02 GMT -6
Adrian tensed when John patted his shoulder, but at least it was a little more subdued than before. When John returned to Adrian with his torn shirt turned wet cloth, he couldn’t help but feel a spark of amusement... he had a clean towel around here somewhere... probably. John shouldn’t have had to ruin his shirt. Adrian had liked that shirt for all that it was a shirt, while shirts didn’t often get much scrutiny from Adrian... anything of Johns tended to get a little more attention.
As Adrian’s thoughts turned all the specific things he wanted to pay attention to in an effort to distract himself from the pain, the feel of the cold cloth on his forehead shocked him. He had been expecting it... but that wasn’t the same as being prepared for it. The shock was accompanied by a wave of pain, though he hid it more so than before... he didn’t want John to think he had caused it.
He started to lay down as he gritted his teeth, ”I’m fine” he muttered, knowing that it didn’t sound all that convincing. He brought his arms up over his chest, feeling more exposed than ever. What he really wanted to do was turn over on his side and curl up into the fetile position, but he didn’t because well... John had told him to lie on his back.
The pain once again rolled through him and he stifled what would have been a scream, biting down on his knuckle as if it would help with the pain that washed over his being.
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Post by Alice Tudor on May 12, 2010 20:34:20 GMT -6
John sighed as he heard Adrian mutter and grit his teeth. That was not a sign of I'm fine. Taking the cloth from Adrian's head, John looked down at Adrian with a somewhat... upset but firm look in his eyes. Like he was scolding Adrian. "I told you to tell me if it didn't get better. It looks like it made it worse. Did it? Tell the truth."
John wanted a straight answer, though he.. was pretty sure he might not get a straight answer. This was becoming quite the situation he got himself into. Not only did he help in getting Adrian hurt as badly as he was now, he also made the pain worse with the cold clothe. He could have sworn that helped him with his pain... maybe he was just really weird. He couldn't die, after all, so maybe his pain sensors were different? Nah, he still felt pain just like anyone else. Maybe the weird part really did apply to him, though..
Shaking his head a bit, he spoke once more. "I want you to be comfortable. Don't just listen to what I say, if something doesn't feel right or you want to lay in a different position or something than do it. Make yourself feel better."
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Post by Taylor on May 12, 2010 20:57:54 GMT -6
Adrian was shaking a little as the pain momentarily subsided, ”I am fairly sure it was just coincidental... though I couldn’t tell you whether the cloth is helping or not... I don’t exactly have a headache.” He grinned a bit and shrugged, not changing his position... it wasn’t really all that much of an inconvenience. ”I’m comfortable... it’s just. It hurts.” The pain hadn’t gone away, and the constant feel of it was getting to be more than he could really handle.
Adrian turned away from John as the pain climaxed once more, it was like being torn and crushed and burned and stabbed all at once. He wished he had a stronger pain tolerance... to some degree his pain and pleasure centers were mixed... but this, any part he might have enjoyed was blocked out by the pain. He tensed up and bit into the blanket, refusing to scream. This time when the pain lulled there were tears lurking in his eyes and his body heaved as he panted.
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Post by Alice Tudor on May 12, 2010 21:12:48 GMT -6
....Damnit!! Why wasn't there anything he could do?! The one thing he really wanted right now was to help his friend, and he couldn't do it. This was absolutely tearing John apart. Why on earth couldn't he think of anything to ease the pain? Sure, he cold get pain pills, but from what he heard from the woman that was water... it hurt Adrian too much and pain pills probably would not even effect the pain he was feeling. He clenched his fist at his side, not caring that his own hand which he made bleed from clenching it before, and made it bleed slightly more.
"I'm.. so sorry... that I can't do anything to help Adrian.. " He reached his hand forward, slowly wiping the tears from the corner of Adrian's eyes. He knew his friend was crying, and that he was in pain, but he had no clue what to do. He wasn't sure he could even try to call back the undine or.. any of the creatures that were here before to help Adrian. He really wanted to have them help, but he wasn't even sure they could. They helped heal him, but now he was in horrible pain... aren't those things supposed to protect him? Couldn't... couldn't this be less painful?!
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Post by Taylor on May 15, 2010 22:36:57 GMT -6
Adrian panted, he couldn’t tell whether it was getting harder to breathe... or he had just been holding his breath. ”It’s ok, you are... I mean, just don’t leave me. I don’t want to be alone.” He reached out to grab John’s hand, not even noticing the blood in his own pain induced stupor. ”I don’t want to be alone, it hurts... and if I was here... in the dark, without you, it would be so much worse.” He pulled Johns hand closer, turning into him. He was trying so hard not to cry, not scream in pain.
The pain was intensifying, it was building up in his extremities, spreading like wild fire. It wasn’t really changing, just getting worse. The pain wasn’t physically possible to experience without the creatures to use their saliva. And yet it was dampened by the Undine who had removed it, his mind was in-tact, his senses still with him. Without her assistance, Adrian probably would have broken long before. As the pain grew he squeezed Johns hand, ”please don’t leave me”
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Post by Alice Tudor on May 16, 2010 10:50:03 GMT -6
John squeezed Adrian's hand, forcing a smile onto his lips. He was good at that, trying to fake such things. He had a lot of practice. He did not want him to be in any pain, and he did not want Adrian to know that he, too, was in pain from seeing his friend like this. So he put on his happy face. What he was to say next was something he meant from his heart. Something that he hardly ever told anyone, something that he felt was true no matter what.
"I won't leave you. I promise."
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Post by Taylor on May 16, 2010 20:07:22 GMT -6
The emotion in what John said made Adrian smile, made him feel safe, protected. If John couldn’t stop the pain... at least he could be there. ”Thanks.” He couldn’t really manage to say much more, the pain was making him a little less than coherent. He pulled at John’s hand, clenching it tightly, the pain was building up. He turned his face into the pillow to hide the tears he couldn’t hold back. He couldn’t describe how he was feeling; all he could do was whimper.
He buried his face in his pillow and did something he had been wanting to do since the pain started. He screamed. Screamed until he ran out of breath only to inhale once more. He screamed as if it would make the pain go away, as if it would fix thing. He screamed because he could. By the time he stopped his throat was raw, though he didn’t notice it when compared to what he was feeling. Then, to add the finishing blow, the pain magnified and peaked.
Adrian blacked out, fell into oblivion while his body attempted to repair the damage done by the creatures saliva. He was, for now... ignorant of the pain, safe and sound, locked inside the depths of a blissful state of unconsciousness.
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Post by Alice Tudor on May 17, 2010 8:43:16 GMT -6
John smiled ever so slightly as Adrian gripped his hand, but his smile quickly disappeared as his friend began screaming into his pillow. John had closed his eyes, trying to block out the sound of him screaming. Oh how it reminded him of home... when he lost his family ... everyone screaming. He felt as if his heart was being ripped apart, and all he could do was sit there as his friend screamed. Slowly opening his eyes halfway, he just gripped Adrian's hand tighter, to comfort him. He would stay, he would be there. He would watch over his friend as he screamed, and do whatever he could to help and at the moment that was... just being there holding his hand.
As soon as Adrian had blacked out, John let out a sigh. At least now he was oblivious to his pain and hopefully when he woke up, he wouldn't feel as bad. At least, that was what John was hoping.
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