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Post by zephyr preston martinez on Jun 20, 2012 19:23:31 GMT -5
Zephyr found gauze but couldn't wrap it, wandering out in shame to ask. He fell still, the roll hitting the ground as he watched Jaxton nearly collapse and Vegas grab him before picking up the phone. "Jax.." He choked, growling at the amused laughter in his head. He didn't bother with his arm, touching Jaxton's cheek with a shaking hand, biting at his lip.
'You better not have made me get him sick,' He thought bitterly.
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Post by jaxton matthew sanders on Jun 20, 2012 19:30:46 GMT -5
Nevada looked over, dialing the number of his doctor and telling them that he had collapsed. He listened for a minute, then hung up, walking over to lay Jax down. "That's you bleeding?" He asked, looking him over. He crawled over for the gauze, then crawled back, pulling the boy's arm over to wrap it as best he could. "They're sending a paramedic. He's gonna be okay." He said with a smile, looking up at a knock on the door.
"Come in!" He called, and a couple of guys in first responder outfits came in.
"What's wrong with him?"
"He's been sniffling and then he collapsed. All he had today was a little coffee and he woke up not long ago. He worked a long shift last night. Can you fix him?" He asked.
"Yeah, he's gonna be fine. You two get dressed and you can come."
"I gotta work. You're gonna go?" He asked, looking over at Zeph. "You're gonna need his stuff."
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Post by zephyr preston martinez on Jun 20, 2012 19:34:28 GMT -5
Zephyr nodded, watching him wrap his arm. He was to caught up in arguing with the voices in his head. He glanced up at the medics, realized he had gone out in nothing but boxers. Moving to get dressed, he gathered Jaxton's things quietly. He brought them back out, gazing at Jaxton. 'Fine...' He thought. 'Yeah, maybe for now..'
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Post by jaxton matthew sanders on Jun 20, 2012 19:38:21 GMT -5
Nevada reached on top of the fridge, fishing around in the little box he kept up there. He set out his insurance card, the card from his doctor about what was wrong with him, and any other papers the boy might need. He walked over to him, handing him the papers. He watched for a second as they moved him onto a stretcher, then walked off into his room to get dressed for work. One of the paramedics waited for Zeph, smiling over at him. "Got everything?"
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Post by zephyr preston martinez on Jun 20, 2012 19:47:17 GMT -5
Zephyr nodded, gathering everything and tugging his beanie on as he cleared his throat, coughing into an arm. He fixed the gauze a little bit, picking blood from his nails and hoping it was his own as he followed them out to the van.
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Post by jaxton matthew sanders on Jun 20, 2012 19:53:23 GMT -5
They brought him to the hospital, and quickly to the back. The doctor looked at him, and ordered that he be put on oxygen. A nurse came in and put oxygen in his nose, and put him on an IV with a couple of drips on it. It wasn't long before the doctor came back in, looking Zephyr over. "You aren't the boy who usually comes with him. But uh.. Basically, he worked himself into exhaustion. He was up for far too long, and the coffee probably gave him a burst of energy his body couldn't handle. But he does have a cold, so if you can convince him to stay here for a couple days, that'd be better than sending him home and something happen."
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Post by zephyr preston martinez on Jun 20, 2012 20:07:49 GMT -5
Zephyr raised an eyebrow. "No?" He nodded at the instructions though, sat down in a chair near the bed, sighing. The dizziness from blood loss had faded and he guessed the gauze was enough to force the cuts to clot. He had been careful not to slice to deep.
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Post by jaxton matthew sanders on Jun 20, 2012 20:15:49 GMT -5
Jaxton wasn't asleep for long after the doctor left. He opened his eyes, glowing unnaturally bright, even for his species. But it was a subconcious cry for help. Someone was bound to be drawn to someone who's eyes was glowing to help them, right?
He looked over at Zeph, reaching over to run his hand over his jaw. "Hey.. Are you okay?" He breathed, reaching over to slip his fingers between the boy's. He held his hand tightly, wondering when they were going to let him go. He wanted to go home, needed to get to work.
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Post by zephyr preston martinez on Jun 20, 2012 20:50:33 GMT -5
Zeph drew in a breath, caught up in his eyes, nodded. "Guess so..." He whispered brokenly, took his hand tightly. "Are you? You're not going to work, Jaxton. I don't care what they say... You gotta stay here and get better, you're gonna work yourself to death." His jaw trembled.
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Post by jaxton matthew sanders on Jun 20, 2012 21:10:53 GMT -5
Jax sighed, his eyes dimming to their normal color. He didn't want to lay around in bed. "You know I hate laying around doing nothing.. Who's supposed to watch after Nevada and make sure he doesn't do something stupid?" Everyone knew Jax couldn't stand not doing anything. He had to keep busy or he drove himself crazy. The voices drove him crazy. "Please don't cry.. I'll stay, okay?" He breathed, feeling terrible that the boy was about to cry.
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Post by zephyr preston martinez on Jun 20, 2012 23:32:25 GMT -5
Zephyr swallowed, nodding. He looked down at the bed with a shaky breath. "I killed a guy today.." He choked, rubbing at his aching arm. "I don't-...I didn't-..." His teeth gritted. "Fuck...." He closed his eyes, tilting his head back.
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Post by jaxton matthew sanders on Jun 20, 2012 23:46:47 GMT -5
Jaxton couldn't help but bite his lip at the words. He would never have guessed Zephyr was capable of killing anything, let alone a person. He wasn't even sure he ate meat. But he had to remind himself that this wasn't the same boy he had known before. This boy was a demon, and he was under Satan's control. He choked back tears, wanting back the old Zephyr, one that wasn't so hurt. 'I'd take his place if I could..' He thought, squeezing his hand tighter.
"I know it wasn't you, Z.. You'd never do that." He said quietly, running his thumb over the top of his hand.
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Post by zephyr preston martinez on Jun 20, 2012 23:52:08 GMT -5
"But it was still my hands.." He whispered. "My actions...." He looked down at his wrapped wrist again, swallowed. "It....it was some guy you knew, that's what he kept saying.."
But he'd left him alone since then, too. Gentle tears dripped down his cheeks. "I didn't want to..."
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Post by jaxton matthew sanders on Jun 21, 2012 0:05:46 GMT -5
"Babe.." He breathed, gently pulling him over. He hugged him tightly, kissing his neck gently. "I don't blame you, okay? That's what he wants you to think. He wants you to think that you did it and you had choice. And you didn't. And you can't tell me otherwise. Now why don't you come lay with me, okay?" He asked, moving over in the bed to make room for him. He wondered what the IVs in his arm were for; you can't treat the common cold. All he knew was he was tired and wanted Zephyr by him.
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Post by zephyr preston martinez on Jun 21, 2012 0:10:10 GMT -5
Zeph worked his jaw, climbing carefully into the bed and hugging him close. He swallowed, closing his eyes dejectedly. He hoped it waasn't somebody to important, hoped Satan was just screwing with him. He sighed softly, rubbing at his face.
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