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Look Who Made the Injury List {{Open}} « Thread Started on Jul 8, 2007, 1:22am »
{{June 23rd, evening.
Basically, this thread is for anyone who wants to join that got injured or has spent the past couple of days in the hospital wing. Open for pretty much anyone, really, not just those who want to see Tati. Though she does love visitors. ^_^}}
She didn’t remember much from the past few days. Tatiana vaguely recalled waking up once or twice in torturous pain, shrieking through a weak voice and struggling to breathe as someone ran over to put her under again. Coughing up blood and drifting infrequently in and out of consciousness as she was left in a dreamless, induced comatose-like state.
This kind of pain was better left without the freedom of dreams.
Finally Tatiana awoke again, completely confused as she opened her eyes. Trying to sit up, she was immediately denied that privilege- her head swam and searing pain shot through several parts of her body. It couldn’t be possible to feel all this at once, and she spent a long moment trying to recover from the shock of the physical suffering she was going through.
Why couldn’t she breathe? Each intake she took felt like a stab in the chest; each time her ribs rose and fell only garnered more pain. Slowly rotating her dizzied head to the side, Tati noticed her surroundings as her blurred vision began to clear. This was the Medical Emergencies wing. And Tati was in one of the beds.
“No…” Her voice came out only in a feeble murmur. The attack and all the memories she had of it returned to her in a violent tsunami. She whimpered, beginning to cry but only finding that the movement it required caused her even more misery. The motion stopped and she just lay in place, unable to move and look anywhere besides her immediate field of vision.
What had happened to her? Pieces of the puzzle came back together in jumbled order. Someone had gotten her in the stomach with a curse, but she’d sort of healed that. Then her legs gave out from under her as somebody sent a crushing blow to her legs. This had all happened as the first Death Eaters breached the barricade.
Then all Tatiana could remember as she’d been unable to move was darkness and screams as the thick stone wall fell.
It had fallen. On her. And that’s all Tatiana remembered. What she didn’t know is that she’d endured the remainder of the attack and several hours afterwards missing, unconscious and nearly crushed to death beneath a collapsed wall. Someone had obviously come searching for bodies afterwards and found her still alive, but badly hurt and in poor condition.
Most of her broken bones had been repaired quickly by the Healer, but several of her injuries were extremely serious and needed more time and attention…like the head trauma, cracked vertebrae, and internal bleeding she’d been left with when broken ribs had punctured a lung and injured her diaphragm. Not forgetting the lacerations and bruises she was left with after getting chummy with a barricade she’d helped create and solidify.
Then Tatiana was hit with the sudden realization that she was taken down, but not in a blaze of glory by a vengeful Death Eater. She was squished à la Super Mario Bros. by a wall because she couldn’t get out of the way fast enough. She didn’t know the full extent of her injuries, but Tati definitely felt the full extent of the hell that was her pain.
Being on assisted ventilation was also apparently a toughie to go cold turkey on- especially since it hurt to simply take the little motions she needed to survive. Somebody just needed to come over to her- now- and explain all of this. Nobody magically arrived- they couldn’t read her thoughts, obviously- so Tatiana was forced to speak.
“Please…somebody. What happened?” she managed to get out as loudly as she could with plenty of exertion. The school was safe? How’d it happen? Who survived? Who didn’t? What was the cause of all of this? Tatiana wanted answers, and she wanted them now, before she went crazy with the unknown.
Re: Look Who Made the Injury List {{Open}} « Reply #1 on Jul 10, 2007, 8:09pm »
The Russian had lost track of time. Sincero and other aids bustled about, but Anastasia had never bothered to ask them how long she had been under. It didn't matter, anyway. She'd been concious for several hours now, and found herself unable to slip back into that dreamless world she was now craving.
It was as though she wasn't really there at all-- that seemed the best way to describe how she was feeling. Everything before her was a little fuzzy, and she felt as though she was watching this from somewhere else, like she wasn't in this bed, like her tattered clothes weren't bloodstained, like every inch of her body didn't ache.
Surreal. Ah, there was the word. So she was a little out of it. Can you blame her? Blame the trauma. Blame the drugs. If they had her on any, that is. Whatever she was getting wasn't doing its job in killing the pain, so she had to wonder. Maybe there was some kind of shortage.
In any case, she figured she had only lost conciousness for a few hours, tops. Maybe they had done it on purpose. She didn't know. But she could clearly remember the whole attack, lying in that crevice between the stone and the ground, bleeding to death, knowing the school was under attack and that there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it.
Feeling useless sucked.
In any case, some nameless face had eventually stumbled across her in utter horror (weak stomach; nearly fainted at the site of the blood pool). She called for help, and-- oh, that's right. Ana blacked out right about then.
Basically, she wished she had stayed under. With all the physical pain, it hurt to be concious. And some careless people had run in screaming and crying about the casualties. So not crying right now was a tall order for Miss Zheronika. Ariea, the Millers, God only knows who else.
Dark eyes fixed on the ceiling overhead, searching for patterns, trying to calm herself and shut out the chaos. A familiar voice sounded to her left, though, and she looked over at Tati, who was only just now waking up.
Forcing a weak smile, Ana turned her head and glanced over at her friend and roomie. "Hey, girl. Enjoy your beauty sleep?" A feeble attempt at a joke. But she wasn't going to be the one to tell her about the blood and the death and... just no.
Besides, saying it aloud would make it true. It would make it all real. And she was hoping to avoid that for awhile yet.
Re: Look Who Made the Injury List {{Open}} « Reply #2 on Jul 11, 2007, 1:34pm »
(OOC: *pokes head in* Well, this seems like a good place to start. Oh, and I did write this post before, by my internet got mad and went out and now I gotta write it all again! *whines*)
She was crying; she was hiding; she wanted to dissapear. She was floating, just a little, and hoping but not hoping that someone noticed her. She blended quite well in the background and the lighting made her even more translosited. Right now, she could fly as high as the sky, even higher. Or she could sink to the core of the earth, if she wanted to see it. But, why would you wish to...
...if you were dead?
And don't ghost have to stay close to the area they died, or an object the haughted or something? So they could simpled dissapear after that. Which, in it's own way, was a sicker kind of death. A more finale one.
Once upon a time, Daniela was alive. Once upon a time, she was just walking around the school, enjoying the outside of Anima Eterna. It would be her second year there, and she could not wait to both leave and come back to start her third year.
It took a little convincing: Her Nanna and Papi were never that supportive on her leaving the safetying of home and going to the magical school. She had to conivince then to let her go back another year. And she was glad: She learned so many things that none of the kids she knew growing up ever did. And she started to pick up other languates. That was educational, right? In a few more days, she would no longer be a second year.
While she was walking around, she never even realised that attack on the school. Danny thought she might have heard some shouting and spell casting somewhere else, but it could have been some event that she did not recall. It could have been some other students having fun or even a team getting mad at one another. She did not even noticed when someone or someones got her with a spell or spells and ended her. All she remembered was falling and everything going black.
Sometime laters, she got up again. She was confused at what happened, who she was, and where she was. She just...filtered around the school. She spotted damage, but hardly anyone noticed her. If they did, they just stared for a few seconds, but made no comment. It was weird being noticed.
Evetually, she got to her room. And sat there and thought. It took many hours of thinking to start realising what happened. She was dead and a ghost. It would take another many hours for that thought to finally sink in. Around that time, it was too much on Danny. She wanted to be cured, she wanted to get better. Why couldn't she get better?
So, she was now hiding in the hospital of the school, waiting, but not waiting, for some way to reverse this.
(...it was better when I first wrote it...and longer...)
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Re: Look Who Made the Injury List {{Open}} « Reply #3 on Jul 12, 2007, 6:10pm »
The wickedness of the dark drove in at all his senses and Alessandro Zorion found himself sightless before he tasted the sweetness of that deathlike sleep. He could only imagine that was death, but there was pain, as well. The Spirito was not totally knocked out, nor did he present the blankness of memory that most people who pass out comment on.
Instead, he saw nothing--a curse of some sort, probably--and felt things only vaguely. Pain was the most acute sense of it all. He knew himself to be quite alive and consciousness when Sincero's voice came to him as if from far away. Inflammations... bruises everywhere... cuts both deep and shallow, a couple already infested... some blood-loss... three ribs and the right femur broken... and blindness. Hopefully temporary. Hopefully.
Then he was taken by the implacable sleep of enchantments, that was neither a bad sign of declining health, nor a sign at all. He knew the Healer would do everything she could to heal him, restore his eyesight. But then again, after what he'd seen in the attack, so many more must need this sort of attention than him. Before he was put under, and he surrendered to sleep, he hoped that... that...
Consciousness came back in small measured increments. As if, one by one, layers were being peeled off from his sensory organs and brain, allowing them to perceive once again. But there was no sight. A bandage covered it, and Aless' nose informed him there was a tincture underneath as well. Hopefully healing. Hopefully.
He could feel the pressure of the cast on his leg, and various other parts of his body that had been worked on and were now covered and left to heal. No doubt various accelerated healing spells had been placed on his wounds. But he considered himself a low priority. He was nothing but a Spirito sixth year... Or was he technically a seventh year now? How long had it been, anyway?
Aless dared not speak, lest he find that his tongue was missing somehow too. For though he laid on his bed quite still and quiet, being a good patient, he was consumed by fear. There was so much to fear...
Off to his right--and for some reason, he noticed, his right ear could hear better than the left--he heard a girl speak, asking what had happened. How he'd like to know. For though he'd fought for what had seemed like an eternity, he'd managed to be struck down on the Fourth Floor.
He filled himself up with daring, unknowingly shutting his eyes tighter, "Ow crap! Burns..." So he could talk. Wonderful. "I think it is safe to assume we won, girl." He didn't say it with any attitude, or anything. He simply could not recall ever having talked to her, from the sound of her voice. "You should rest, you sound pretty fucked up."
((Hiiii ya'll! Hopefully you don't mind me buttin' in like this...))
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Re: Look Who Made the Injury List {{Open}} « Reply #4 on Jul 14, 2007, 8:14pm »
{{Of course I don't mind! I'm glad you joined.}}
Tatiana couldn't sit up. All she could really do was look around for the moment, and give a grateful smile as she heard the voice of one of her best friends to her right. Her happiness at Ana being there was countered by the thought that Ana must have been injured, too. But wait- if there were people as seriously injured as she was, just from a stupid accident...that had to mean the worst had happened. Who was dead? Alive? Dominic, Alec, Ariea, Zach, Todd....? Both at the same time, Tatiana wanted to know and didn't. She was afraid of what the result might be.
"Ah, Ana, it's good to see you...I look that awful, do I?" she joked in return, her lips curling up as fi she'd like to laugh. "Do you know what day it is, by any chance? Or are you just as clueless as I am?"
Tatiana was interrupted in her
"You know, if I wanted someone to state the obvious I would have asked you if I looked injured," replied Tatiana impatiently. "Thanks for the advice, though. And I can't rest now. There's too much to know."
Then, Tati tilted her neck to the side- a move she regretted, since it was painful- and noticed the bandages covering his eyes. Suddenly, her comment appeared quite insensitive in light of his current situation. She turned her head back and closed her eyes after darting them towards Ana for a moment.
If he was courageous enough to have gone down fighting, Tati rused, he wouldn't have wanted any pity- or empathy, considering that she was in the same or probably worse shape than he was. "My bad. Talk about your inappropriate timing, eh?" She would have felt more guilty if she'd really cared at this point whose feelings were hurt. There were more important matters at hand, anyhow.
"My name's Tatiana Ionescu. Estremo, eighteen years old. And...I've got dark brown hair and blue eyes. I don't think there's a part of me that isn't injured, since I hurt all over. ."
"What about you?" she inquired. The physical description had really just been to give him some kind of visual; having his face wrapped in banages couldn't have done much to give him an impression of her- besides that she was a female with a thick Romanian accent.
Re: Look Who Made the Injury List {{Open}} « Reply #5 on Jul 15, 2007, 2:52am »
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh, oh, oh... no.
People had died. He hadn't helped in the slightest. His friend, Tatiana - she'd been brought in really messed up. Well, her, and so many other people. They were nameless faces, though. Didn't stop him from caring in the slightest.
He’d held onto his naïve hopes that, maybe, he could avoid having people die on his watch. It wasn’t hard to figure out that everybody had their own time, of course. He just liked to believe none were coming that soon. Especially not in… not in a school. Schools with kids. Kids, as in people who hadn’t even gotten the chance to live yet.
But really, if some of them counted as a kid, why shouldn’t he? Maybe he was too close to their own age. Perhaps that was why he felt so strongly about them. Or maybe he just cared in general. Whatever it was, he couldn’t stand knowing they were dead, dying, hurt, emotionally distraught.
The entire school reeked of depression, and he was joining them in it.
Checking the Jameson girl’s temperature in passing (still knocked out, though he didn’t blame Clio for it in the slightest – she’d been totally panicked), the dark-haired male sighed. This wasn’t at all how it was supposed to be. Kids like this weren't supposed to die before their parents. It just... it wasn't the natural order of things.
Murder never left much room for natural order though. He would've felt anger towards those Death Eaters, had he not been too broken up about it. He had friends amongst the injured now. That was... that was extra bad.
Speaking of which, he'd brought her flowers. Devi would yell if she saw them, but as of that moment, he was technically off the clock. There wasn't too much she could've done besides be angry, and since he shared his living quarters with her, the Norwegian felt it safe to assume he could pretty much take whatever she dished out nowadays.
Mind you, the Sincero was still almighty frightening.
He heard then the familiar voice, and curiously edged away, prepared to look happy and sunny just so that she could do the same. People in hospital beds didn't need to be brought down by anything. And, whilst he waited patiently for her talk with a nearby girl to end, Finn stared at the few roses he'd brought her, thinking about how he'd need to scrounge up a vase pretty much as soon as he gave them to her.
Thinking she might've been done, he bounded over towads Tatiana, smile feeling a bit forced as he held out the bouquet and greeted her back to planet Earth in the only way he knew how. Yes. Awkwardly.
"Erm... h-hi Tatiana! Glad to see that y-you're, ah... awake now. Here! I-I, um, I got these for you. I hope you're not, er, allergic or a-anything." Now he seemed to take note of each of her bed mates, and carefully pried an extra flower for each of them as well, giving the first to Ana with a small nod of his head, terse grin still there, before carefully putting another on the table beside Alessandro's bed.
Flowers made everybody happy, right? Besides, he'd grown those ones. He'd chopped up his poor plants (hopefully, they could forgive him) to leave presents. And now he was going to be in such doo-doo if Devi caught him. Ah well, such is life.
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Re: Look Who Made the Injury List {{Open}} « Reply #6 on Jul 16, 2007, 5:04am »
Now here was the gamble. He would go in there again, and it just might be an act of frivolity. The price would be that seeing it all would get him worked up again. Over thinking about the same things as before.
But oh, to hell with it. He owed it to her. His private mentalities could just suck it up.
Carefully sneaking up to the door of the medical emergencies, Dominic peered inside, being careful to assure that he wouldn't be seen unless he wanted to be. Was she awake yet? It had been days already. Something made it so that he didn't want to be seen showing up so frequently. Why? Oh, because it would probably betray how anxious he actually was.
He had been in the medical wing himself for a while after the attack, but none of his injuries had been enough to keep him in there for so long. He was quite resilient to this sort of thing, after all. It came from being really, really used to it. Somehow he had managed to avoid getting completely destroyed in that battle.
Though for a while there, he had been pretty sure that he was about to.
Holy crap, Tatiana was awake now.
He saw her over across the room, and though she still looked very much under the weather she was talking. Cue flood of relief. Now he had a couple options here. He could walk away, knowing that she was okay, or he could suck it up and walk in there. Who was he kidding, he owed her.
Coming into the room, he walked over in her direction, pace increasing as he noticed that she was at least somewhat energetic. (Relative to being unconscious anyway.) Aaaaand it seemed like she already had a visitor. Iverson, that student healer. A touch deterred by this, he forced himself ahead regardless, coming up to her bed but keeping back a bit, to give Finn some room presumably.
"Hey," he said, giving her a small smile before letting the other male just go at it. He would just hang back and, uh...wait his turn?
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Re: Look Who Made the Injury List {{Open}} « Reply #7 on Jul 18, 2007, 12:26am »
All this interaction was good- very good, in fact. It certainly distracted her from sitting around and thinking of nothing but the pain. Sure, she was constantly reminded of the attack due to her obvious physical limitations (almost complete stiffness, anyone?), but having friendly faces around made the time spent much more bearable. Besides that, Tati had no clue how much longer she was in here- or even what the extent of her injuries was. At least having somebody to talk to kept her from the bitterness coming with the way she'd been hurt.
Those questions could be asked later, though. For now she was alive and- HEY, she had a visitor! One more person she could cross off her list of folks to worry about came with the entrance of Finn.
"Finn, you rock my world," Tati greeted him in her quiet voice, still raspy and coarse but obviously excited. She ignored that and instead gave him a happy little smile. Not her usual one, but it sure felt great to get flowers. Honestly, she hadn't expected such kindness, especially since Finn was so busy doing triple duty. The hospital wing couldn't have been roomy after the attack.
Taking the flowers (her arms felt okay), Tati brought them to her face and sniffed, closing her eyes happily. Like therapy, it was. "Thank you so much, Finn. It makes me feel good to know that you took time out of everything you're doing to get me flowers. Once I'm up I'm baking you a cake or something," she said determinedly.
"Tell me something, though, Finn- what day is it? I don't know how long I've been like this...." Hopefully it was just the next day, so Tatiana could get up soon and start fixing things. Whether those things were walls, messed up classrooms, people to talk to- anything beat being useless and lame in a hospital bed. But by the way she felt, the prospects didn't look good.
Then out of the corner of her eye, another friend of hers walked up- oh, thank Merlin, Dominic was okay. She immediately realized the situation she must have put Dominic in, calling for his help in the middle of the battlefield. With that thought Tatiana felt incredibly guilty, and a frown passed her face and into her eyes.
Then, realizing that Dominic might take that as being unhappy at the visit, Tati kicked herself (not literally) and turned to him, offering a small smile back. She could apologize later. Still, Tati didn't even know of the efforts Dominic had gone through to help her, not even being aware of anything from the past three days after she'd gone out.
"Hey. I'm glad you're okay. How are you holding up? "
Whoops. Wasn't that the question Dominic was supposed to ask her? Still, emotional effects of tragedy were just as strong as physical ones- and possibly more painful, since the effects lasted much longer. Tatiana just hadn't had time in her waking moments to think of her emotions yet.
Re: Look Who Made the Injury List {{Open}} « Reply #8 on Aug 6, 2007, 11:30pm »
Spying Dominic on his way, the Healer in Training moved slightly to one side, not wanting to steal away any of the visitors Tatiana might've been about to have. Besides, he'd need to sleep sometime, right? Pulling shifts like his right about then left quite a bit of rest to be desired.
Still, seeing her face light up like that over flowers was amazing. "I can, um... f-find a vase or two..." he started, glancing around in an attempt to find one lying about, or something to transfigure into the desired object. He really should've thought this through a little better. Maybe Devi was right for yelling at him all those times. It was possible that he was pretty hard to deal with and quite absent-minded. Amongst other things.
She seemed excited, though, and at this fact he swelled with a bit of pride. He wasn't a total screw-up after all. In fact, he rocked her world. Finn liked that. "Aww... it wasn't, ah... anything much. I-I, um... I grow them," he admitted, cheeks reddening slightly. Knowing who he lived with, this was high praise! Really high praise, in fact! Ego boost. Slight ego boost, anyway.
But this wasn't about him feeling better, it was about making Tatiana smile, which he had. Mission accomplished? Not quite, since she apparently had a question for him. "Oh, it's... uh, well, it's the twenty-third," the Norwegian admitted quietly, bowing his head in apparent shame for admitting that. He wouldn't lie to her, though, or anybody else. They'd eventually find out, and then never trust him again.
Which was bad.
At least it was only three days later, right? He wanted to say something to make it sound less profound, but he knew that missing all of that time... it just couldn't have felt right. He knew for a fact he wouldn't have felt like having all these people around if he was in their position.
Thankfully, Tatiana didn't seem to mind much. That made things a bit better. Sort of. He still wasn't a fan of the fact that he'd just had to tell her she'd been out for a few days there. The Iverson just wasn't good at delivering bad news. "C-can I, ah... get you anything while I'm, er, h-here?"
Re: Look Who Made the Injury List {{Open}} « Reply #9 on Aug 9, 2007, 10:40pm »
He was going to do something very rare to him. Daniel was going to visit the injured.
In specific he was visiting the boy whose life he'd help save, Alessandro Zorion. He had not known the full name back then, since the heat of the attack and the hectic preparations of the defenses had left little room for the pleasantries and formalities of surnames and such. But afterwards he'd done some digging around, and well, found out what he wanted to--much to the annoyance of any random person he happened to ask and who had been preoccupied with useful labors such as picking up the mess that had been left behind. But that was the labor for those puny mortals. He was actually interested in this Alessandro. For more reasons than one...
Ah, there he lay. Clustered about him were several people that he'd only glimpsed in the madness of the attack, but whom he didn't really know. After all, living mostly in the shadows of the school, and only in the nighttime hours, to boot, didn't exactly lead to knowing people or a flourishing social life. But for a brief moment Daniel was actually worried they were there for Mr. Zorion, and became unsure of his choice of coming all the way here. He could always just turn around and walk the other way, as if he had forgotten something in his bedroom--which was blessedly untouched by the horrible damage that seemed to be everywhere.
No, not exactly there for him, the vampire noticed as he saw their attention virtually fixated on the girl next to Aless' bed. She must be one of those popular ones, you know. Even had flowers. But it made him smile slightly that they had been thoughtful enough to one single flower by the Spaniard's bed. Which promptly led to two divergent thoughts: Had Alessandro even noticed the small gesture, and he'd completely forgotten to bring anything for the injured. In the way that was natural to him, he quickly ignored his lack and decided that it was indeed a kind gesture of camaraderie, despite the fact that the cluster of people--he exaggerated here--was vastly ignoring the blind boy.
Oh yes, Daniel knew the injured boy was blind, and quite possibly for ever. A tragedy, really. But as he neared the bed and looked into those sightless eyes vacantly focused nowhere, he was relieved that the iris and pupils were not damaged in the least. Apparently, someone had removed the bandages already, or Aless had done so himself. The vampire was sure that despite healing spells, and the best of medicines that these witches and wizards could employ, a bandage was probably the best protection for now.
"Hey, Alessandro," Daniel said weakly, feeling rather awkward. "How are you feeling?"
Okay, so maybe that wasn't the smartest question that he could have come up with. Perhaps not the most tactful, either, in this room full of waylaid and injured students. Fuck. Really, just fuck. What was the good of living nearly one-and-a-half centuries if the best you could come up with was that.
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Re: Look Who Made the Injury List {{Open}} « Reply #10 on Aug 18, 2007, 3:48am »
Dominic shrugged to himself indecisively at her frown, hesitating slightly in his actions as he tried to process what that expression meant. No? Bad timing? Not that he felt bad for trying or anything, but still he had to wonder why she would look so perturbed by his presence.
However, after a moment her expression brightened and he felt more at ease. It assured him that whatever it was it had passed, or at least it wasn't any spontaneous resentment towards him. Hell, he'd been in the hospital wing enough to know how a person felt while lying around in there, especially after a battle like that.
He felt fairly miserable, and he hadn't even been wounded grievously. Not like her...that had been awful. Dominic didn't like seeing her like that. It seemed wrong for Tatiana Ionescu to be broken or defeated in such a way.
"Hey. I'm glad you're okay. How are you holding up?"
"Likewise, obviously," he replied, looking and feeling relieved. "I was really..." Internally he was desperately searching for the way to phrase this thought that didn't sound really lame. "I don't like seeing you in the hospital as anything other than a visitor. This is supposed to be my job, alright?"
He was kind of surprised to be asked how he was holding up. For some reason he hadn't been overly concerned with that. Up till this point no one had really asked him about it. In truth he had been rather depressed, for a variety of reasons. Nothing seemed safe anymore. He had a number of Death Eaters' blood on his hands. He always knew that if he became a murderer it would bother him relentlessly, and it was.
"I'm holding up fine," he said with a shrug. "My injuries were very minor. Just a gash on the shoulder. I think it was a case of friendly fire, actually, because it hardly had any venom in it at all. It makes it much more annoying but less painful." He avoided giving her the real answer by pretending to think that she meant purely physical injuries.
Not the best deception ever, but he really didn't want to unload any of his 'I feel dirty' remorse on her while she was like this. She would have enough to deal with when she got a better grasp on what had happened.
"It doesn't really matter. Nothing happened to me. How about you? Sore, I'd imagine."
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Re: Look Who Made the Injury List {{Open}} « Reply #11 on Aug 22, 2007, 11:33pm »
A vase might be nice, actually, so Tati might not actually squish his flowers over whatever amount of time she spent in this place. "Sure, whenever you're not busy or something, that'd be fine. But I had no clue you were a combination Healer and florist, Finn," she said with a bit of admiration. Her ability to keep plants alive was severely lacking, since unless they were right in front of her she could never remember to water them every day. "Does your talent know no bounds?"
And if Tatiana knew how mistreated he was by Miss Sincero she'd have showered him with even more praise- or extra chocolate frosting, for that matter. But for the moment it was just nice to be awake and to have people to talk with. There was so much she had to catch up on.
"What?" stammered Tatiana once she heard that she'd been konked out for two straight days. She'd heard what Finn said, but still. Clearing her throat, as it had become raspy in that last hoarse little exclamation, she said in frustration, "God, that's lame." Glancing around, she noticed that aside from herself, Ana, and the boy on her other side, there were few people left in the hospital wing- or, fewer than Tatiana had expected when she first awoke. That attack had been severe, so she'd been impressed at the skill level of the students here, if that was the case.
Too bad it wasn't. Unless you were seriously screwed up, most people had probably left the hospital wing yesterday or that morning. Tati seriously felt like dragging a Death Eater back to the school just so she could pound on him and make up for lost time.
Tati wouldn't mind kicking Dominic's girlfriend around, well, back when she had been a Death Eater, at least. Seeing the girl on their side had redeemed her a bit.
"Well, Finn, you've already gotten me more than enough. You can get some sleep for me, though," replied Tati. "I can handle Sincero for a few hours if it means that you get a break, poor thing." She gave him a gentle smile. If he wanted to stick around, though, Tatiana loved the company. She realized he had a job to do and other people to attend to. If the way she felt was any indicator, the two of them would be spending a lot of time over the next few days in quality bonding time.
Glancing back to Dominic, Tatiana was pleasantly surprised at the way he responded. It wasn't that she suspected him of not caring (far from it), it was just that he wasn't the most expressive or touchy-feely kind of person.
"Aw, really, I'm alright," she declared self-deprecatingly. "Honestly, I'm just glad you're not in the bed next to me," Tati mentioned earnestly. "If the beginning of the battle was any indicator I'm sure you did a bang-up job.
"As for me, I just got banged up. Not much else there." Okay, so her corny wordplay would probably never leave. Seriously, though, Tatiana would have felt like a serious jerk if he'd gotten himself crippled over her misstep. Dominic had been in the hospital wing more than enough times for her liking.
A huge sense of relief came with the knowledge that he'd received only a minor injury. Physically, he was good. Dom was up, walking, and doing his thing. "Are you sure?" she said, wondering how he felt. Tatiana didn't want to psychoanalyze him or anything, but she did want to talk to him. She'd do more if she was up and about. At least one more friend was here, though the well-being of her others was as of now unknown.
"But yeah, I'm not too comfortable right now," said Tati with a hopefully reassuring smile. Deciding that Dominic didn't deserve a half-answer, she added, "Well, childbirth must be a breeze compared to this, because I hurt." She leaned into her pillow and groaned quietly. It felt like she'd just gone through tons of surgery but the anesthetic had worn off. "At least I know we've got wall-building down pat. That sucker must have been pretty solid."
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Re: Look Who Made the Injury List {{Open}} « Reply #12 on Aug 31, 2007, 5:09pm »
"Eh..." he began indecisive. Well, perhaps a bang up job in the sense that after she had gotten crushed he had gone on a bit of a killing spree. Though when the only real objective was to stop the Death Eaters, he supposed that in itself was being useful.
"I should have put more thought into keeping the wall up," he said, voicing his insecurities in that regard. That moment of realization during the battle that she had gotten caught up in it when he let it fall had been terrible. If he'd held off a little longer she probably could have gotten out of there.
Oh, but what was the point in playing around with what ifs? He had let it down and she had been hurt as a result. There wasn't much he could do about it now.
"Me not joining you here wasn't for lack of trying. I got kind of careless near the end." In the 'kamikaze kamikaze kamikaze!' kind of way.
He hesitated at the opportunity to express more of his feelings on the matter, but quickly decided that he had no interest in doing so. Not in a situation like the one he was in now. Instead he just allowed his lips to curve ever so slightly as he crossed his arms in thought.
"I'm sure. I think most people are at least a little shell shocked about this." Unless they weren't human, anyway. Exhibit A, Morgan Donnelly. She seemed to have been looking considerably more cheerful since the attack when not pretending to be mournful.
"More so heavy than solid," he said with a shrug. "It's good it worked as long as it did, but I would have preferred for it to stay in a more upright position. Instead of, you know, almost killing my friends."
"But we made it through, I guess." Had to add of a bit of optimism there at the end. After all, it wouldn't do to have him raining pessimism on everything, even if it really was how he felt at the moment.
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Re: Look Who Made the Injury List {{Open}} « Reply #13 on Sept 3, 2007, 1:06pm »
"Yeah, yeah, and I should have transfigured the wall into marshmallows at the last minute," Tati replied, "so I could have been buried in sweetness. Or something like that." Tatiana absently wondered if she had been the only person to get stuck in the situation she had been, or were there others?
Maybe Tatiana was just extremely unlucky in that aspect. Over the next few weeks Tati would struggle to cope with her situation, that it hadn't been her own failure that had put her in such a mishap...it had just been bad fortune. Still, with nothing to occupy her time but drifting thoughts, much like Dominic (though at least he had Ren and not the Head Healer to talk to), her insecurities would arise.
For now, though, she didn't feel much of anything outside the physical.
Hearing that Dominic had become more reckless near the end of the battle made Tati slightly sad, though. "Well, you made it to the end, right?" she commented positively. He'd been able to help. "I'd be upset if you'd gotten yourself in here on my behalf. You've got more important things to deal with," she added. There was his girlfriend, his baby, and the million other things that could be going on in that secret side of his life. But most importantly, he had a family in the making. Dominic had something huge to lose. Tati could dedicate herself wholeheartedly to the fight (once she was up and about, but that would come). And if she did lose her life? Well, she'd already cheated death once.
As much as Tatiana wanted to talk to her friends, she still wasn't exactly feeling well. "Well, that's right. We're still around. That's good news. But as I still feel like an ant that just got stepped on, I think I'm gonna try to sleep this off. Or beg Sincero for some more meds. I don't really want to go to bed unless it's drug-induced, you know."
"Thanks for stopping by, Dominic," replied Tati, smiling gratefully at him as she sank back into her pillow. "If you want to come around again and talk or something," as she was feeling a bit concerned about his well-being, "it looks like I'll be here awhile. I'm easy to find."
Tati was exhausted and sad to let him go, but she didn't feel like she'd be making much good talk after this point aside from complaining. And Tati hated to listen to whiners, so she wouldn't subject Dom to being the bedside counselor.
Still, she was kind of afraid to go to sleep. The things that stuck out most in her mind were people getting struck down by a swarm of Death Eaters rising from the floor as darkness fell around her. It wasn't exactly a pleasant dream-inducer.
{Ending this one at a good place, hope you don't mind. Gives us more free time for present Rps, my girls. ^^}
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Re: Look Who Made the Injury List {{Open}} « Reply #14 on Sept 3, 2007, 9:08pm »
Flowers for the injured. And for him, who was blind and not in the least used to his lack of sensory input, who could not detect who was around him save by the obvious sounds of talking and rustling clothing. He felt so lost, in a world that was dark and alien to him. Thankfully, he was laying on a bed, though not the most comfortable thing he could imagine. By the people going and coming he had long ago deduced that it was the infirmary wing of the fortress school, and wondered just how many students lay around him.
He'd known that the flowers had been placed on the table near his bed because he had smelled it, oddly, faintly, suggestively. Either very good and natural-smelling perfume, or fragrant flowers. Aless could feel his face reddening, and his lips smiling. So, someone out there cared. It was a welcome thought to his mind--and anyone's mind who might find themselves in such a position as he was in.
Of course, he'd heard of this person or that, and how they wished them well and to recover soon. But not a great many had come personally to visit. And that had made him feel lonely. Even his parents had only come by briefly, saying that they were renting a suite at a nearby hotel and that they expected him with them whenever he was recovered enough to attempt the trip. They would send someone to fetch him. They always did. But they never quite made the trip themselves.
He heard Daniel next to him only when the vampire spoke--and Aless had no inkling whatsoever of the other student's true nature, yet. The question stung, somewhere inside, and he felt himself withdraw a bit from it, as if seeking to avoid whatever painful reactions he might have to it. But nonetheless he forced himself to talk. Because this was a treat, indeed. A visitor!
"Hello, um, not too bad. Considering," He spoke with words that lacked conviction. He felt like shit, and he wanted to scream at the top of his lungs until either they or his vocal chords would bust for good. Being dead or being mute--not quite bettering his situation, but at least one of them a likely way out of this nightmare that had just begun.
"Oh, alright," the other Spirito, with his British accent, said.
Aless could hear embarrassment in the other's voice, so he cut in: "Thanks for stopping by." But not necessarily "to visit me" unless Daniel confessed otherwise. Maybe the pale goth was visiting someone else and just happened to see him lying there--blind.
"Oh, don't mention it!" It was the least the Roston could have done, right? Right. "I'm glad to see you're well... err, better."
Aless could tell Daniel was not used to this setting, or the situation that he'd placed himself in. His face was directed to where he heard the other's voice coming from, though his eyes, to any outside observer, stared off past the vampire's head into space. It was slightly disconcerting, to say the least.
Daniel could not help himself. He lay a hand of his on Aless' hand and held on to it, gripping it tightly. He wore gloves, so that no one he touched--especially not the other Spirito--would sense the coldness of his body that was like a corpse. No need to reveal himself so soon, at least not completely. Or ever.
"I am sorry about what happened," Daniel couldn't hold back, and confessed all that was in his heart. "She--Rosanna--ordered me to cover the two of you as she carried you away from the fighting. I did my best, I swear. But--but--not enough. It wasn't nearly enough. I feel like it is my fault, all of it."
Alessandro felt sorry for the guy, feeling a guilt that was not his own at all. If anything his valiant efforts had preserved the life of the Rosanna girl and himself. All three of them were now alive because of his skill with the wand, and courage under fire. All three, indeed.
"You shouldn't blame yourself, man. I'm only blind, not dead. Who knows, maybe they will heal this in time," Alessandro heard and felt the sob. It was faint, but the combination of these two senses--hearing in the void of seeing and the fact their hands were still touching--told him the other Spirito was crying. Why?
"Did I say something wrong?" He muttered, more so asking himself than his sickbed visitor. "What's wrong?" It occurred to him then, that he knew precious little about the Brit.
More sobs, now he could feel the tears dropping erratically on his arm. "She's dead," Daniel choked out in a barely intelligible croak. "She's dead," he whispered.
Aless felt the immediate sting that for evermore would foreshadow his lachrymal gland's thwarted and painful attempt to shed a few tears. He understood in the bitter silence of his mind, in the black emptiness he saw. He couldn't even cry for the dead and lost. Or for himself, or those who now carried wounds in their hearts far deeper than bruises and cuts on the flesh.
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