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Post by lucas 'luc' cooper pike on Mar 18, 2012 23:56:05 GMT -5
Luc helped him slowly to the apartment, unlocking the door quickly. He kicked it closed once they were inside, then slowly helped Dyson to the bed. He pushed the blankets back, then pulled them over him once he was in. "Just sleep, okay?" He kissed his forehead, walking over to draw the shades. He kicked off his shoes, then pulled his shirt over his head. He made his way to the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water. He drank it slowly, made sure the door was locked, then walked back to the bed. He pulled off his jeans, wincing at the pain in his legs, his jeans dried to the blood on his cut.
"Fuck this is gonna hurt.." He mumbled, yanking the jeans down. He bit his lip to keep from screaming, walking over to the bathroom as his leg began to pour blood.
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Post by dyson montgomary shylk on Mar 19, 2012 0:06:09 GMT -5
Dyson curled beneaththe blankets, peeking out and watching him quietly. He groaned, rolling over. "Imma get blood on your sheets.." He mumbled huskily, coughing. He rubbed at his throat, slipping a hand into the jogging pats to press up against some of the long gash again as he closed his ees.
He couldn't sleep though, tossing and turning. "You got painkillers..?" He huffed after Luc came back out finally.
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Post by lucas 'luc' cooper pike on Mar 19, 2012 0:16:59 GMT -5
"I'm going to get blood on my sheets too. That's why I wash them. Practically every day.. I have a germ thing, okay? I don't like germs." He finally got it to stop bleeding, and walked out. He raised an eyebrow at his question.
"I have.. Tylenol and Advil? Unless you mean like, illegal things, then I have a lot of that." He rubbed his nose, looking down at his feet. He rummaged through his medicine cabinet, pulling out a bottle. He tapped two pills into his palm, then walked to the kitchen to get him water. "Don't ask. Just take it. You'll be out cold in like, fifteen minutes." He climbed into the bed, laying down.
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Post by dyson montgomary shylk on Mar 19, 2012 0:25:44 GMT -5
Dyson hesitated, not sre he wanted to be drugged in his current state. Even so, he took them with a swallow of water, curling up again. When Luc climbed into the bed, he reached over and hugged him close.
"You shouldn't have to see me like this.." He mumbled. "I don't like being fucking weak.." He was aware of the few stray tears that rolled down his cheeks as he closed his eyes, face hidden against Luc's back.
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Post by lucas 'luc' cooper pike on Mar 19, 2012 0:31:26 GMT -5
"Well, as far as I'm concerned, I wear the skirt in this.. whatever this is. Relationship, affair, escapade. Whatever this is. That means I'm going to take care of you, no matter what. I'm sorry I have to see you like this too, okay? I fucking hate it. Because I can't do a damn thing to fix it. But as far as you feeling weak, you're doing it for your sister. And if you can sit there, and tell me that doing ANYTHING for a little girl you love makes you weak, then you have some fucking issues. That's what makes you strong. Not how big you are or how many guys you can fend off, or how strong you are. But if what you're doing is being done for a purpose." He yawned, turning over on his back. He ran his fingers up and down Dyson's arm, closing his eyes.
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Post by dyson montgomary shylk on Mar 19, 2012 7:15:51 GMT -5
Dyson listemed to him quietly, eyebrows furrowing some. He kept his eyes closed though, and only mumbled one thing when he was finished speaking. "Don't lie on your back..." He gemtly rolled him onto his side, hugging him closer.
He was aware that the pain was ebbing with the drugs, and minutes later he was asleep.
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Post by lucas 'luc' cooper pike on Mar 19, 2012 12:35:29 GMT -5
"Okay.." He mumbled, turning over on his side. He tucked his arm under his pillow, the other resting on Dyson's chest as he fell asleep.
He woke the next morning in terrible pain, his legs and back hurting him so bad it pained him to move. He had curled up against Dyson, clinging to the fabric across his waist. He didnt remember having a nightmare, but the sweat he was in, he thought he had. He rolled over onto his back, then pulled himself up, sitting up in bed.
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Post by dyson montgomary shylk on Mar 19, 2012 16:11:58 GMT -5
Dyson felt Lucas moving around and rolled over, groaning. "Mother fuck.." He slurred, sitting up slowly, wincing. He rubbed at his throbbing head, body aching, and pushed his tangled hair from his face. He felt like he had been hit by a truck, coughed softly and rubbed at his sore throat, raw from screaming on the inside, and from the rope on the outside.
He rubbed at his arm, gazing over at Lucas, not worried about himself despite the mess he was. "You okay..?"
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Post by lucas 'luc' cooper pike on Mar 19, 2012 18:47:30 GMT -5
Luc nodded, running his fingers through his hair. He forced a smile, slowly pulling himself out of bed. He realized he had dried blood down his legs, and wanted a shower so badly. He felt filthy, more like a whore than he ever had. He wanted to go chug all the pills in his pantry. He wasn't breaking his promise, right? But he couldn't put Dyson through that.
"I'm gonna go take a shower, okay? Uh.." He walked into the bathroom, grabbing a bottle of shampoo and body wash. He tossed them on the bed, then grabbed a couple towels. He picked them up, heading towards the door. "You can use mine. It gets hotter." He said, walking towards the guest bathroom.
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Post by dyson montgomary shylk on Mar 19, 2012 20:22:03 GMT -5
Dyson undressed carefully, showering and rinsing off the blood caked on his wrists and legs with a grimace.
He stared at the nasty gash on his lower body, wrapped a towel around himself and returned to the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed and waiting for Luc. "We're both a bloody hot mess, huh? Literally.." He mumbled. "You ah, got butterfly bandaids, or something?"
He lifted the towel slightly, wincing.
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