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 Posted: Tue Aug 27, 2013 9:36 am
 --Dℯℓiα S℘riηℊstℯℯη--Delia took the cup of water and sipped it quietly as she watched him. The look of surprise on his face was evident, and this in turn also surprised herself a little bit. Had she been foolish to be so worried? She opened her mouth to say something along the lines of "that's great", but she couldn't bring herself to. Something was still off. And it wouldn't do much good to ignore it; the look on his face made her too worried, more than she had been before. "Is... is something wrong?" Delia managed to find her words, taking another sip of the water. It tasted metallic and cold, but it was better than nothing. She refused to take her eyes off him, her gaze falling down to his side and her eyebrows furrowing. Something was very wrong, but what had happened exactly was a complete mystery to her. ---
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Posted: Tue Aug 27, 2013 10:04 am
 Jacob "Jac" Fayden McClain
s**t... Jac gritted his teeth, not making eye contact with Delia. There was no way he could hide this now, "It's nothing really. I just pulled something, that's all." He remained standing by the sink for a few moments more, pulling his strength together to make it back to the bed. He could feel the warm wetness spreading slowly. He brought his free hand to his head and rubbed the bridge of his nose, thinking through the throbbing. "So, um, I need to start getting ready for work. Thanks for checking on me, but... yeah." He motioned to the door, "I'll have to catch up with you later." He wanted her to leave, but not because he did not like her. He did not want to make her worry. It felt weird to know someone was worried about him, and at the moment,, not a good kind of weird. It made him feel guilty, and he hated feeling guilty.
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Posted: Tue Aug 27, 2013 1:01 pm
--Dℯℓiα S℘riηℊstℯℯη--Delia continued to watch him, finishing the water and taking in a long breath. If she didn't know any better, she'd say he was trying to get rid of her. He probably was. But as usual, Delia didn't mind. She looked at him one more time before feeling warmth in her face and she nodded quickly. "Right, yeah. Okay." She attempted a reassuring smile, glancing at the pen and pad of paper that sat on the table next to the water. For a moment she stood rigid, biting the corner of her bottom lip anxiously, then went with her gut and scribbled down her number on the paper. "If you need anything, call me, okay?" The least she could do was offer her assistance in any way. But she could tell when she wasn't wanted, and now was it. Anyway, she probably had to go meet up with Danielle at some point before orientation. With one last kind smile, she waved at him and opened the door to take her leave. ---
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Posted: Tue Aug 27, 2013 1:14 pm
Jacob "Jac" Fayden McClain
Jac had wanted to get rid of her so that he would stop feeling guilty, but that backfired in his face when she turned to leave. He looked at the number she had written and thought briefly. The pain meds were finally starting t take effect, but that would not stop the bleeding. He looked at the door, then back at the number, contemplating. He could call Mog... no... Mog did not have his phone on him. It was with his grandmother. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, telling himself he could sew himself up. That was a lie. He was deathly afraid of needles entering his flesh. Finally deciding, he went to the door and opened it. "Wait... Uh, Delia." He called to her as she approached the stairs. "H-how well do you sew?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 27, 2013 1:33 pm
--Dℯℓiα S℘riηℊstℯℯη--Delia kept her gaze on the floor as she walked down the hall. She'd been such an idiot to think he'd need her help in any way, hadn't she? But then again, beating herself up about it was silly too. It's not like he hated her, right? As she approached the stairs, she heard her name and looked up. Her brows knit together at his question, but slowly she wandered back to the door to face him. "Sew? Um, pretty good I guess. My mom taught me, and I made a dress once..." She trailed off, feeling her face grow warm again. ---
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Posted: Tue Aug 27, 2013 1:44 pm
Jacob "Jac" Fayden McClain
Jac did not like this at all, but he had no health insurance, and he had no idea when Mog would be back. He had no choice. "Good enough." He beckoned her in. Once inside, he turned to her and looked her seriously in the eye. "Don't freak out." He removed his hand from his side, and an apple sized, fresh bloodstain. "I need this stitched... think you can do that?" His heartbeat was rapid, nervous at how she might react. His mind always went to the worse case scenario. Slowly, he lifted his shirt and exposed the armature bandaging Mog had done. "I... I can't do it myself." he broke eye contact and looked at the ground, fearing her reaction. He wished he had another option, but he didn't.
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Posted: Tue Aug 27, 2013 2:08 pm
--Dℯℓiα S℘riηℊstℯℯη--Delia followed him inside and met his gaze with a bit of hesitance. Whatever could he possibly want that he had to be so serious about? At his warning, her eyes followed to his side and she gasped a little in surprise. So that's what he was looking so pained about earlier... Seeing the blood didn't bother her much at all, but the fact that he was hurt made her all the more worried. Her motherly, or rather sisterly instincts kicked in. She had seen wounds similar to it before, she even had to stitch up her little brother at one point in the middle of a hike. But that was a couple years ago. She hoped she still had the talents to do so without making a mess. "Y-yes, I can do it. I just need to grab some stuff." Delia thought about the suture kit she'd brought from home. It was supposed to be a simulation for a class, if anything, but it was better than nothing. She eyed the bloody bandages one more time before taking in a slow breath and calming herself. "If you'll let me get my kit, I'll be back as fast as I can." It was just down the road, after all. ---
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Posted: Tue Aug 27, 2013 2:28 pm
Jacob "Jac" Fayden McClain
Jac was surprised at how calm Delia remained, and relieved. He pulled his shirt back down and nodded, "Yeah, go ahead. I'll be here." He went over to his bed and sat. What ever pain medication Mog had given him was making him drowsy. He closed his eyes, feeling the throbbing in his side ebb as sleep slowly dulled his senses further. It was not really sleep, more like a doze. He did not dream. It was just blissful darkness, no pain and no worry. It was quite nice.
As he dozed, his wound continued to bleed, but not profusely.The stain was now softball sized. The area around the wound was attempting to clot and scab, but it was rather deep. As Jac dozed, the stuffed dog that sat above his head slipped off the headboard and landed next to his head on the pillow. The familiar smell brought a small smile to his face.
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Posted: Tue Aug 27, 2013 2:50 pm
--Dℯℓiα S℘riηℊstℯℯη--Delia nodded once, the smile had disappeared from her face and was replaced with a firm look of determination. She turned and walked out the door, shutting it softly behind her. At first, she paused, gathering all her thoughts and making sure she knew what she was getting herself into. Then, with one more firm sigh, she took off down the stairs and out onto the sidewalk, walking as quickly as possible without looking too suspicious. When she finally arrived to her dorm again, the clock read nine o'clock, and Danielle was still sleeping. Not planning to stick around to see her reaction when she woke up, Delia moved to her bags and rummaged through some of the stuff she had yet to unpack. At the very bottom of the backpack was the little surgery kit, equipped with everything she would need, in or out of class. She paced her breathing, realizing that her heart was beating rather fast. Just as she began tucking the kit in her purse, Danielle let out a soft yawn and slowly rose up from the pile of sheets, stretching her arms into the air. Delia froze, giving her best good morning smile and shoving the kit into her purse, out of sight. "Morning, sleeping beauty," she greeted teasingly with a small giggle. The blonde rubbed her eyes and laughed, sitting up straighter and eyeing Delia curiously. "What are you doing up so early?" "It's not early. It's nine fifteen."Danielle groaned. "Oh, right... we have orientation today. Do I really have to go?" Delia laughed, slinging her bag over her shoulder and heading for the door. "I'm gonna go into town for a while, maybe buy something from the supermarket. I'll be back just in time for it. And yes, you have to go." She stuck her tongue out at her friend playfully, who chucked a pillow at her in response. "Hurry back," she replied tiredly, flopping back onto the bed just as Delia shut the door behind her. Delia's smile fell from her face and she turned serious once more as she walked back outside into town. She would relax a little bit more when the job was done. ---
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Posted: Tue Aug 27, 2013 3:28 pm
Jacob "Jac" Fayden McClain
Jack slipped into a deeper sleep, his doze undisturbed. A dream began to unfold. He was in his old house, his mother cooking dinner and his siblings playing in the back yard. They lived in a bad area, but they were happy there. His older sister was just about to graduate high school and move onto bigger and better things, and the rest of his siblings seemed to be going along the same track. Everything was great.
The back yard was connected to an alley, and the kids were used to seeing shady figures pass by through the chain link fence, and knew to run inside when they saw them, but this hot afternoon, someone not only ran into the alley, but they hopped the chain link fence into their back yard. His younger sister ran inside to get father, but his baby brother had not noticed the intruder. Jac ran to little Adrian, but the man who had hopped the fence saw an opportunity and took it, seizing the toddler and holding a knife to his throat. Jac froze. "Hey kid, you're gonna get yer mommy and she's gonna let me hide in your house. Got that?" The man sneered moving to the back door. Jac was shoved ahead of him and crashed into the kitchen. "Mama! There's a man-"
"Who is going to kill your baby if you make a sound" the man finished. Jac's mother gasped and stepped forward, but stopped when Adrian cried out as the knife bit into his neck. "I mean it!"
Laying on the bed in that hotel room, Jac's smile had gone, replaced by a frown and a cold sweat.
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Posted: Tue Aug 27, 2013 4:02 pm
--Dℯℓiα S℘riηℊstℯℯη--The more Delia walked, the more she began to relax, keeping herself calm and prepared for what she was about to do. Though she felt this way, she couldn't help but feel like it was all a dream. She had only just met this guy after all, and already she was getting tangled up in something she didn't know anything about. As she entered the motel building and jogged up the stairs, she found her heart beating rather rapidly again. When she got to his door, she knocked firmly on the door, unsure if it was locked or not. "Jac?" she called out. ---
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Posted: Tue Aug 27, 2013 4:20 pm
Jacob "Jac" Fayden McClain
The man was walking deeper into the house, Adrian still in his grasp. Jac wanted to cry, he was so scared, but he kept it in. He had to be stong for Adrian.
A knock came to the door, "County police, open the door." They voices called from the door. Jac looked at the door in fright, stepping towards it. he froze however when the man spoke, hushed, but deadly serious, "Answer that door and I will kill everyone in here." He promised. Jac looked at the man, who now had a gun pointed to his mother, as well as the knife at his brother's throat.
The knock came again and Jac jolted awake, gasping in both pain and panic. He looked at the door and heard his name called. He got up slowly with a groan and opened the door, pale and sweaty. "Hey, come on in." He croaked, swallowing hard. He grabbed his cup of water and took a sip, wetting his suddenly dry throat. He then led the way to the bathroom, not wanting to get blood on anything else. "Sorry about this..." He said as he began to struggle with his shirt, trying to get it off with as little pain as possible, but failing in the attempt entirely. With a heavy sigh, he tried again. He was still groggy from the pill induced nap he had just woken from.
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Posted: Tue Aug 27, 2013 4:53 pm
--Dℯℓiα S℘riηℊstℯℯη--Delia's jaw clenched when he answered the door. He didn't look well at all. He looked much worse than before, and this worried her further, but she managed to keep her composure. She followed him into the bathroom and shut the door gently behind them, setting her bag next to the sink and took out the kit. "It's fine," she replied, unsure of what else to say. For a moment she didn't look at him, but was instead inspecting her tools, making sure she had everything she needed. When she looked up to see him struggling to get his shirt off, she couldn't help but laugh a little. He reminded her of her brother, in a weird sort of way, and instinctively reached out to help him. "Here, can you lift your arms up?" She carefully helped him pull the shirt up off over his head with a small smile. Realizing what she had just done, her face grew pink in embarrassment yet again, and her eyes fell back to the kit. Delia drew in a breath and exhaled slowly, before taking the hair tie off her wrist and pulling her thick auburn hair back into a sloppy bun. After her hair was as tamed as possible, she washed her hands with hot water in the sink and dried them quickly. Her eyes flicked up again to meet his again and she sighed. "Ready?"---
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Posted: Tue Aug 27, 2013 5:08 pm
Jacob "Jac" Fayden McClain
When Delia began to help him with his shirt, he felt so helpless his face went as pink as hers did. He kept his eyes on the tiled floor as he lifted his arms, the left more than the other. Raising his right arm too high would pull on the skin around the wound.
Once the shirt was off, Jac watched her as she tied her hair back, finding her extremely attractive for a split second. Those feelings were overrided by the emergence of a feeling of dread. As she washed her hands and asked if he was ready, he gulped and nodded. He hated needles and the like. The very thought of anything puncturing or tearing or cutting his skin deliberately made his stomach churn and head sway. He closed his eyes and clenched his fists on his knees.
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Posted: Tue Aug 27, 2013 6:08 pm
--Dℯℓiα S℘riηℊstℯℯη--Delia could see the fear practically swallowing him. She hated to do this just because of the simple look on his face. "I promise, it'll be over before ya know it," she assured him quietly, carefully removing the bandages and cleaning the wound. She got rid of most of the blood without causing it to bleed even more. Then, with surprisingly steady hands she picked up the suture needle with the tweezers and angled herself accordingly. From what she had seen and learned before, the process was simple really, oddly similar to stitching pieces of leather together. She didn't think he would feel much more than a pull, but the pain from the wound would probably enhance the tug against his skin. Delia sighed and began stitching up the wound, slow at first to make sure she was doing it correctly, then becoming more accurate and efficient as she went along. Occasionally she glanced up at his face just to make sure he was okay. ---
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