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Post by jayne on Dec 25, 2008 6:08:41 GMT
J A Y N E
‘GENTLE SOUL’
Every sound she heard, seemed to boom ten times louder, her head throbbed, her stomach hurt, and her entire body felt cold, and yet, at the same time, hot and shaken. Jayne walked somewhat wearily down the peaceful street, the roads and pathways bearing no soul who dare entered the doors of the hospital ahead. But she insisted on entering, the doctors had told her to return if she felt any worse, and unluckily, exactly that had happened. It started out a natural cause of a cold, and she’d not thought anything of it, but it was now that it was starting to get bad… She just wanted it to go away, to return to her work… She even debated on telling Al how she felt; there was no reason to let him worry, especially when it was just a cold anyway… Even now when it had gotten worse, she still did not wish for him to worry, it just didn’t seem right for him to be concerned over her…
A loud array of coughing took place. Jayne walked, somewhat shivering, placing a hand on her stomach lightly before proceeding through the doors. Carefully, she approached the desk, still shivering slightly, finding it hard to stay awake. “… Ex… Excuse me…” Her voice weak. “… I’m… I’m here for an appoint-” But before she could finish, it was then that everything seemed to slow down. Taking her hand off the counter, the girl stood with half closed eyes, completely out of it, dazed and swaying. Placing a hand to her head, she attempted so hard to stay awake, yet, the coldness encaving her body seemed to make it harder. “Oh my. Are you alright m’am?” the last words she was able to hear before a ring of a scream echoed in the air as her very body crashed to the floor, and the last thing she remembered was the concerned face of a nurse calling blurred words of assistance.
J E S S I C A
‘HOSPITAL NURSE’
The room was peaceful, quiet and gentle, besides the poor young girl that stirred in slight pain within her bed. A young nurse watched her carefully before sighing faintly. “Poor soul…” Her words soft as she rung out a cold damp cloth in a bowl and placed it carefully on the girls head. Standing, she ensured she was alright before turning toward the phone, then dialling the numbers that were written down on her clipboard. Besides the numbers, the name ‘Alphonse Elric’, along with ‘Relation: Friend’ were roughly placed for jotters purposes.
Her eyes scanned the words, reading them carefully over and over as she placed the phone to her ear, to hear that familiar dialling tone start up. Her fingers twirled around the cord of the wire nervously. She really did hope the young lad would answer, for right now, this poor girl was in need of a friend… Sadly… She didn’t look in a good state right now… and the doctors were quite amazed at how strong she was to hold in there… all the way to the hospital… At least she was in care and safe now, and hopefully, the aid of a friend would be strength for her… she hoped…
J A Y N E
‘GENTLE SOUL’
Her breathing was heavy, sweat beads streamed from her forehead, everything about her appeared and felt in pain. All she could feel was a horrible strong burning within her chest, yet, she could do nothing to prevent it. A strong chill was sent down her spine as the comfort of a damp cloth was placed on her forehead. Slowly, she opened her eyes, gently turning her head, only able to make out a blurred figure of a girl standing besides her bed. As much as she desired to speak, she felt no strength too, not to even move. She just lay there… and with every breath, she shook… although she seemed in pain, she longed for comfort… the strength of friendship…
She longed… for Al.
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Post by Alphonse Elric on Jan 3, 2009 11:36:06 GMT
Why did things always go wrong when you wished for them to go right? When you tried to make something that wasn’t right...when you tried to fix it, why did it always fall through? Alphonse lay asleep on his bed, the sheet draped over his legs, leaving the rest of his body exposed, he had slept in his clothes again, nothing unusual for the younger Elric of late. He had been staying awake later than usual, waiting, waiting for his brother to come home from work, there was the occasion when he would arrive home in the afternoon, but those days were rare, and Edward rarely came in much before midnight now. He had tried to talk to him as he always did, and whilst things always started out as normal, his brother smiling at him the way he had always done, Edward’s attitude would change during the course of conversation, sometimes he would go quiet, or even shout at him for no reason. Alphonse didn’t understand it at all, he wanted to ask his brother what was wrong, what was troubling him, but he always came up against a brick wall whenever he tried and it was beginning to bother him greatly.
It seemed that things had started to change between them, the closeness he had once held with his brother seemed to be fading, and that made him feel worse than anything else that had been happening of late. Why was Edward always shutting him out? Didn’t he trust him anymore? They had always shared their problems, it was just the way they were, and whilst they did keep secrets from each other occasionally it was usually something minor, but he knew that whatever it was that his brother was keeping from him, was affecting him on an emotional level. He could see the strain in his brother’s eyes and it only served to fuel his worry more, why wouldn’t he just talk to him? Why didn’t he say anything? Alphonse shifted in his sleep, his fringe moving over his eyes as he frowned in his sleep, something was bothering him even now it seemed, even here where the world no longer existed, where you were supposed to be able to escape from the harsh reality of the world, but it seemed, some things you could not escape, no matter how much you wanted to.
In his dreams he could hear it, a strange sound, ringing....there was ringing in his dreams now? That was new...he was half awake at this point trying to decipher whether it was a real sound, or something from his subconscious. One eye opened and Alphonse stared at the somewhat blurry outline of his bedside table, the sound seemed to have disappeared for the moment, and it only led him to further believe that he must have been dreaming it, but as he sat up, his hands moving through his fringe as he wiped it from his eyes, it sounded again and he froze....it wasn’t a dream after all. He jumped up from his bed, tangling himself in his sheet somewhat accidentally but he managed to release himself fairly quickly before running for his bedroom door, pulling it open sharply. As the ringing sounded once more he slid into the living room, grabbing the receiver quickly, and almost dropping it in the process. “Hello Alphonse speaking!” he cried, a little out of breath. |
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Post by jayne on Jan 3, 2009 12:02:05 GMT
J E S S I C A
‘HOSPITAL NURSE’
“Hello Alphonse speaking!” It frightened the life out of her so much it almost made her drop the phone also! Calming herself she sighed softly. "Hello. Is this Alphonse Elric? Of the Elric Brothers?" her voice somewhat shaken. "This is Jessica, of the County Hospital." the young nurse turned to face Jayne, a frown still on her face. "... I'm afraid we have a patient here, a friend of yours? .... by the name of Jayne?" she swallowed afterwards. It was very hard to provide information such as this, especially to those who had no idea what was going on. "She's very unwell I'm afraid... She arrived yesterday morning, and she did not look very good... then... she collapsed..." Every word she spoke, seemed to get harder and harder to say, but it was best... best for his sake to know.
"Could you possibly come down here Mr.Elric?" her question soft as she wrote a note down on the piece of paper on the table. "... I believe she needs a friend to keep her company for a while..." Although it was not advisable for nurses or doctors to bring family down to see patients, this nurse had a soft side to her heart she could not deny, and lock up. This young girl, according to her records, had no mother or father, and the only relation she had, was her sister... and apparently... even she did not hold much care or attention to her younger sister. So the only choice of relation... was a friend. She had heard from a few sources around the hospital that Mr Elric knew Jayne, Alphonse it was, and it was best to give it a shot, hopefully, he'd come to see her... for sadly... she did not seem to be getting any better.
J A Y N E
'GENTLE SOUL'
Her weak body began to shiver again. The voice of the young girl stirred her slightly. Although, she could not make it out clearly. Slowly, she resumed to looking at the ceiling again, her eyes still blurred before once more, she closed them, only to be within dreams, no more pain... no more burning.... but it would not last... that horrible feeling... would return...
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Post by Alphonse Elric on Jan 5, 2009 13:30:11 GMT
There was silence for a moment and he raised his eyebrows slightly in a quizzical manner as he heard a sigh the other end, was it perhaps a wrong number? "Hello. Is this Alphonse Elric? Of the Elric Brothers?” As a voice finally sounded he kept that quizzical expression of his and leaned against the wall slightly, adjusting the phone on his ear. “Yes” he said in reply, all he needed to say really, he was already beginning to wonder what this call would be about. "This is Jessica, of the County Hospital." Alphonse frowned, standing straight once more as he stared at the phone…hospital? Why was someone from the hospital calling him? He was almost instantly filled with dread….could something have happened to his brother? Or even….no… Jayne?
Alphonse swallowed hard as he listened to the young woman on the other end of the phone, and he gripped the receiver tightly, feeling his palms becoming somewhat sweaty as his nerves picked up. "... I'm afraid we have a patient here, a friend of yours? .... by the name of Jayne?" He stopped breathing for a moment as she said her name, and it was almost as though his heart had stopped too and for the longest moment he simply stared into space, the girls words heard but not understood, seeming to meld into the background as his heart once again beat loudly, ringing in his ears as he took a sharp breath. The severity of the situation was sinking in all to quickly, perhaps a little quicker than the younger Elric could manage and he found himself trying to remember exactly what the nurse had said only moments before.
"Could you possibly come down here Mr.Elric?" Finally some words he managed to understand, but they seemed so far away, further away than the receiver actually was from his ear. He swallowed again taking in a deep breath before he adjusted the phone slightly, gripping the receiver with both hands now. “Yeah…I can get there…” he said, his voice a touch shaky as he looked to the clock on the wall, it was already gone eleven and he knew his brother would have left for work already…no chance of him getting help there. “I can…get there in an hour”. He frowned slightly at his own words, his mind coming up with a solution to his immediate problem of finding transport, he knew that Edward had money in his room…but he couldn’t take that could he? He didn’t really have time to think about the repercussions of his actions and he merely shook his head, deciding it would be something he would have to take up with his brother later. “Make that half an hour”. |
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Post by jayne on Jan 6, 2009 13:02:56 GMT
J E S S I C A
‘HOSPITAL NURSE’
“Make that half an hour” The last words she remembered from the boy Alphonse. Over 20 minutes had passed, and the young nurse stood writing a few things down on her clipboard. All were assigned medication for the patient, and it seemed that the poor girl needed quite a bit if she was to heal. The doctors had discovered the cause, and it had come down to the worst.... Pneumonia. Sadly, it seemed the girl had had the illness for some time and not told anyone. Pneumonia can be hard to find sometimes, and others, can easily be noticeable... Jessica really did not like to see her like this, although she was a patient, seeing young patients such as Miss Davies in this condition was horrible...
The sudden burst through the doors made her jolt to look up. As the boy stood at the counter, completely breathless, she looked with wide eyes and a slight expression of shock. Was everything okay!? "I....had...a call....my....friend.....Jayne" Oh, yes! Patient Miss Davies. Instantly, Jessica rose from her seat before moving around the counter. "Yes. This way Mr.Elric." her tone gentle as she asked him to follow. It was then at that moment, her heart almost seemed to stop. She swallowed before speaking once more, although, her voice was shaken from nervousness to bring the news to him, a small sigh before she spoke.
".... I'm sorry.... but... Miss Davies has come down with a bad case of the Flu......" Her eyes trailed to the floor in sadness before back to Alphonse once more. "I'm afraid she has come down with Pneumonia.... " She swallowed once more. It was always hard to bring this type of news to friends or family... especially... when they were at risk of passing away. The Pneumonia that patient Jayne had was at a high risk level... and all care was needed to ensure her health was stable. "We are doing everything we can to provide her with the right medication..." Glancing back up, she nodded faintly. "If you wish, you may see her. I believe she is awake.... but fairly weak..."
Her eyes watched the boy carefully. She could tell the emotions that flowed through him were strong for this girl, and the matter that he had arrived somewhat earlier than half an hour was astonishing to say he cared so much and dearly. She always admired those who cared, and right now, this poor girl needed all the care and affection of a friend....
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Post by Alphonse Elric on Jan 6, 2009 14:05:56 GMT
He hadn’t had time to do much thinking, he had been running on pure adrenaline since he had left his home. He had found the money in Edward’s room but had been somewhat apprehensive still about taking it, even if it was an emergency, but much like earlier, he told himself that whatever argument erupted from it, he would have to deal with it. Alphonse had been in such a rush that he had neglected to take his coat, and had almost forgotten his house key too, his mind wasn’t up to the strain, wouldn’t allow him to think straight long enough to remember everything, all he could think about was getting to the hospital...seeing her, making sure she was alright. It had seemed like an age before he could find a free cab, but he had found one all the same, his instructions to the driver garbled at first before he managed to say hospital, the man had seen that he was in obvious distress and had merely shrugged at his odd behaviour.
It was rare that Alphonse lost his cool, lost control of his thoughts, but it seemed that there were times that even the younger Elric could get frustrated, and the taxi ride had been one of those times. The traffic had been horrendous, and he’d had no choice but to pay the man for getting him as far as he could before he had jumped out of the cab and run off down the street, still in a somewhat panicked state, he had said half an hour, and he had intended to get there within that time. Now here he stood, gasping for his breath as a somewhat frightened nurse stared back at him, he must have looked a sight...he hadn’t had much time to fix his clothes, and his shirt was creased and untidy...not to mention his hair, but he didn’t care, he was here, and that was what mattered most. Alphonse swallowed hard as he tried to catch his breath, his hand on his chest before he inhaled deeply managing to get some of his breath back long enough to speak. "I....had...a call....my....friend.....Jayne" he said taking another sharp intake of breath shortly after.
"Yes. This way Mr.Elric." He nodded and as soon as she came from behind the desk he followed her, his fringe hanging in his eyes slightly, he was starting to calm, the adrenaline wearing down somewhat leaving him with his emotions, the dread, the concern, the anger, every single emotion poised and ready to erupt given half the chance, but he felt numb too, wasn’t sure how to feel, and the mixed emotions only fuelled his confusion more. ".... I'm sorry.... but... Miss Davies has come down with a bad case of the Flu....I'm afraid she has come down with Pneumonia.... " Alphonse’s eyes widened and he stared at the nurse, feeling his breathing stop again for that brief moment before he managed to struggle air back into his lungs. Why? Why did it have to be Jayne? Why couldn’t he have gotten sick instead? He lowered his eyes as he visibly shook now, but he was managing to retain his composure...at least for the moment...he couldn’t cry....he wouldn’t.
"We are doing everything we can to provide her with the right medication..." He barely heard those words, his mind already drifting away to someplace else, a dark place that he would rather not go...it reminded him of his mother...when she had gotten sick, was he to watch Jayne slip through his fingers too? Alphonse clenched his fists and closed his eyes as he tried to contain the anger that was now swallowing him, he wouldn’t let anything happen to her....he promised himself that much. "If you wish, you may see her. I believe she is awake.... but fairly weak..." He snapped from his thoughts as the nurse spoke and his hands relaxed, his eyes softening as he opened them once more, swallowing hard again trying to bite back his anger. “....I want to....see her...” he said quietly, his hand moving to brush his fringe out of his eyes before he nodded his head slightly, confirming his previous statement. “I need to see her...”. |
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Post by jayne on Jan 7, 2009 12:55:35 GMT
J E S S I C A
‘HOSPITAL NURSE’
“....I want to....see her...” Those words. They were strong, and full of determination. “I need to see her...” To the nod, she nodded in response, agreeing. Calmly, she turned before opening and turning the handle of the door of which the poor girl lay. "Call if you need me." her last words as she watched the young boy, only to begin walking back to the counter. Releasing a sigh, she stood by the counter until a friend of hers behind the counter whispered to her. "A friend of hers?" Jessica turned, clutching the clipboard to her chest as she kept eyes on Alphonse. "Yeah..." Turning back around, she faced her friend. "Yet... where will she stay? I'm afraid we have no space to keep her here..." after that, she gave off another sigh before resuming her duty of checking the list.
J A Y N E
‘GENTLE SOUL’
Sound, movement, it stirred her. Once more, she woke... but slowly... weakly... A shiver sensation streamed down her spine, causing her entire body to shake rather violently. Although the cloth remain upon her head, she could not feel it, could not feel the coldness that should be aiding her... rather, the only feeling she could feel was burning... her entire body was sweating. Another shake was given off before with all energy she had, and an attempt, turned her head to face the source of the noise. It was blurry, the sound, the vision that she saw. But she knew there was a presence of another. She knew it. “I need to see her...” that... that voice..... She knew... she recognized it... With all strength she could, she tried to focus as the door opened... but the blurred vision was all she had. The illness had completely taken over.... and it had caused a single tear to stream down her cheek... she hated this... she wanted to see Al... she wanted to be back with him once more... to be home...
ooc: Short! D: But It was all I could do! Hope it's okay. XD
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Post by Alphonse Elric on Jan 8, 2009 1:50:51 GMT
Alphonse felt a lump wedge within his throat, and he swallowed hard trying to shift it but it would not leave him, and it remained, making his breathing somewhat more difficult but bearable. As the nurse placed her hand upon the handle of the door he felt his heartbeat speed up, the sound thudded loudly in his ears, so much so that it was almost deafening. He was afraid...afraid of what he would see when he entered the room afraid that he would see her lying there...broken, and so unlike the young woman he had seen but a few short days ago. Jayne was strong, he knew that, but to hear that this illness had cut her down so easily....what did that say for it? He almost led himself to believe that nothing could befall her, that someone with such a kind soul, one that resonated with such pureness...did not deserve to be struck down by something so serious...and yet it had happened.
"Call if you need me." He was snapped from his thoughts by the nurse’s words and he looked to her, those grey eyes of his showing his fear, the sheer panic that coursed through him, but he looked away quickly placing his hand on his throat as he swallowed hard once more, still trying to shift that lump, but it was determined to stay within his throat, choking him, blocking his voice for the moment. Alphonse stared at the doorway for the longest moment, willing his legs to move beneath him, but he was well and truly glued to the spot...he wasn’t sure if he could do this, wasn’t sure if he was prepared to see her...vulnerable, but he wanted to see her, no, he had to see her, had to see with his own eyes no matter how scared he was. He took a deep breath and clenched his fists at his sides, his fringe falling in his eyes once more as he exhaled before he moved into the doorway a little, trying to keep his breathing normal.
It was only through a sheer force of will that he was not shaking now, as his eyes fell upon her he felt that lump shift, moving further up his throat, wanting to claw its way out of him, but with an even greater effort he forced it down, sending a violent shudder through his stomach. He could but stare, stare at the pale porcelain doll that lay in the bed before him...he wasn’t even sure it was her for the briefest of moments, his mind trying to tell him that this was not the same girl, so full of spirit and joy...now reduced to lying within the staleness of this room. Alphonse opened his mouth to speak, but nothing would come, and he cursed himself mentally for his own stupidity....she didn’t need him to worry, didn’t need him to act scared, she needed strength, and strength was something he was going to give her, the strength she lacked now....he would give her his. “Jayne....” he said quietly, forcing his words from his throat, a small smile moving across his lips. |
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Post by jayne on Jan 8, 2009 12:41:41 GMT
J A Y N E
‘GENTLE SOUL’
Silence. All but the beating of her heart was loud enough for her to hear. Her breathing heavy, of with, with the past few hours, had increased rather horridly, as well, her shudders and shivers were becoming more violent. It seemed she was getting worse, and she knew instantly, she was to not be going anywhere for a long time. “Jayne....” A voice. A quiet voice. But it sounded... soothing, gentle, as though all strength was built up in that one word. Her name. Her blue eyes trailed to as far as her head allowed to turn, with all strength, and a blurred vision, she tried, attempted to make out whom it was that called her. Was that really.... was it really him? Al!?
Then... she saw him. The once blurred blob becoming more focused, and then his smile seemed to lighten it all up. With all strength, she smiled back. It was a weak smile, but she knew he would notice. ".... ... Al......" her voice was croaked, and even somewhat inaudible, yet, she knew he was able to hear. She wished to speak once more... tell him how she felt, it had been trapped inside her for weeks, and now, it seemed to be holding back even longer. Sadly, her smile did not remain, and what followed was a row of painful sounding coughing, only then to be followed by violent shudders, and once more, her body returned to its weak state of agony.
She hated this. She hated everything about being ill. The horrible feelings of coldness and hot mixed together, headaches, painful coughing and violent shudders, her body throbbing non-stop and sweat forming. She hated every bit of it. She hadn't expected her 'cold' to get this bad, and now she knew... it was no longer considered a mere cold. It was something worse... and a pang of worry hit her stomach hard, and she then knew.... was death not inevitable in these situations? To the thought, she returned to facing the ceiling, only to then close her eyes to listen to her own breathing, and to feel the presence of Alphonse.
As she did so, tears flowed from both of those eyes which were once filled with a glimmer of life and hope. Al's very presence made her feel stronger, but sadly, not strong enough for her to revive within seconds. She longed to stand, to smile, to dance around with a fresh start again. She longed to hug Al, tell him exactly how she felt. But she could not. She wasn't stopping herself from attempting, yet, her illness was. It had drained all energy, all strength that was lost to mere germs fighting for her life. - Another shudder emerged before she opened her eyes once more. Quietly, her voice broke out once more. "... Al.... I.. I miss you..." true words could never had been spoken.
She wanted to return home. No. She wanted to return to Al's home. There, she felt welcomed, loved, appreciated, all much like a sister of the family. Her sister had not cared to show up when she was called, had not even cared for her sisters life. But Al... Al cared much, and it made her feel as though she was the luckiest girl in the world.... and she knew... that was true. ".... I ... I wanna... go...-" but again, she was unable to complete her sentence, and she broken off once more with painful coughing, much like knives stabbing her poor throat. More tears streamed slowly as she closed her eyes again. ".... home..." her voice trailed somewhat....
She hoped he heard it..... and in her heart... she knew he had.
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Post by Alphonse Elric on Jan 11, 2009 12:51:38 GMT
Alphonse continued to stare at her, his smile lessened somewhat, but he managed to keep it all the same, with an effort of will, he had to try, for her sake, he had to try and be strong, be what she needed right now. He wasn’t even sure if she was awake, and frankly were it not for the fact that the sheets were moving with her breaths...he would have thought she was not breathing either, he could see well enough it was difficult perhaps for her to breathe, those breaths sharp, pretty much the same as his had been when he had found out that she was in hospital…he swore he had stopped breathing for a long time before his lungs had kicked in again. As she moved, his eyes widened slightly and he felt it again, a jolt to his heart, like an electric shock, and he almost raised his hand to his chest in surprise, even now, now that she was laying her ill…it seemed his heart was still enthralled.
".... ... Al......" As she spoke his smile widened, his face holding a somewhat soft and yet concerned look, he sighed, feeling some relief that at least…she had spoken, that meant she was ok….right? Of course, he couldn’t really let himself believe that she might be worse than she seemed, and even though the voice was somewhat hoarse, unlike her usual tone…he was just glad to hear it. He was about to speak when she started coughing, that smile, even beautiful as she lay here, fading rapidly as her illness took hold of her for the moment. Alphonse swallowed hard, that lump in his throat returning as he watched her…why? Why did she have to become ill? It made no sense, and whilst illness was a part of life….it still didn’t seem like it should have befallen her, what had she done to deserve it?
Whilst he knew that there was no real reason for her illness other than mere misfortune…it still felt as though someone had hurt her deliberately, and perhaps that way, it was easier to deal with, easier to live with than the unknown. It reminded him too much of his mother in truth, how he and his brother had watched her slip away, everything had been fine but a short while before…and they had found her, lying there in the kitchen…it was something he wasn’t likely to forget…that pained look upon Jayne’s face now…so familiar, too familiar. Alphonse felt his stomach churn, feeling sickness rise, but he swallowed it down, kept it in the depths…he had to try, he couldn’t let his feelings get the better of him…not now.
He watched her, always watching, gaze unwavering, he didn’t want to take his eyes from her, for fear that she could slip away, disappear from this very room perhaps if he did not watch her. Alphonse shook slightly, it would perhaps have been worse, were he not using all the will power he had left inside to keep it minimal, he was holding back everything, those emotions that longed to flow so freely locked inside, trying to break down those mental walls he had erected in his mind. Four years as armour, four years of not being able to express anything except with the tone of his voice, and now he was deliberately holding himself back, deliberately keeping those feelings locked up, anything…to prevent himself from breaking down, perhaps both physically and mentally.
"... Al.... I... I miss you..." It skipped a beat…once again his heart becoming somewhat overwhelmed, and his eyes grew wider again before he lowered them, to see her cry…to hear her words…it was unbearable, to see the one you loved…almost seeming to die right in front of you…there was no greater torture in his mind, after all, he had experienced it twice in his life…he did not want to see it again. ".... I ... I wanna... go...-" As she started coughing he could no longer contain himself and he ran over to her bedside, his hands poised over her for a moment before he withdrew them, his shaking becoming a worse as he bit down on his lower lip, drawing blood through the sheer pressure…he couldn’t do anything, why couldn’t he do anything? Tears shone in his grey eyes, and he closed them turning his head away for a moment as he tried to fight them back, he wasn’t going to cry…he wasn’t. “You…I…” he swallowed hard, his voice sounding so much like the sorrow he felt. “I’ll take care of you…I promise…” |
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Post by jayne on Jan 12, 2009 9:33:07 GMT
ooc: This is a mixture of Jayne and Jessica. Just so you know. <3
She felt it. The vibrations of his feet on the floor. She could tell he was concerned, she could feel his presence being closer to her weak frail body, but every minute that she was with him in this room, she felt stronger than she had when she arrived here. “You…I…” To his voice once more, she opened her eyes softly, being able to see he sadness, the sorrow that remained deeply within his heart. “I’ll take care of you…I promise…” To those words, carefully and slowly, she placed a hand on top of her stomach, a sign to show how much she longed for his comfort, a single touch of his hand is all she desired more than anything, and as well, thanks for the care that he showed so much of. She could always, always rely on Al, no matter what, and in this dire situation, she trusted him to the very bottom of her heart, she knew he would care for her...
It was then, that her voice broke the silence once more, this time, sounding somewhat stronger, determined to speak. ".... Thank you.... Al..." quietly, she relaxed once more, leaning back, closing her eyes. But as much as she desired to relax, to no longer feel the pain, she knew it was there, and it was... waiting. Wincing, and gritting her teeth, the horrible stomach pains had returned, the strong feeling of sickness arouse, although, she had never come to the extend of actually being sick, it still felt horrible, the worst kind of torture of the Pneumonia. It was easy to see the pain she was in, the cramp like feelings in the pit of her stomach. Sweat formed alongside her face once more, and the violent shudders returned. Why could she not escape this pain? To make it go away? No medicine seemed to help her right now...
That was it. She returned to the weak, and unhelpful state of mind. Her breathing increased dramatically as the blood that flowed through her increased, causing her to throb all over. She knew her body was trying its best to recover her. It was an amazing thing, the human body, capable of obtaining illnesses as well as repenting them. But... not all bodies were capable of doing that... and sadly... many shut down in defeat. No. She could not think of that, not at all, not while Al stood at her bedside. To that thought, she opened an eye to look to Al with all strength, but just couldn't manage, and was once again interrupted by the painful coughing that broke her down again. To that, causing shock and concern, the nurse approached, entering the room with a sad look on her face, clutching a bottle of liquid. Quietly, she approached, glancing to Al before back to patient.
Gently, she poured the liquid onto a spoon. No words were spoken, but Jayne knew that it was time again. Responsivly, she turned to face the nurse, who now had gently offered her the medicine. It was hard for her, to swallow, but she managed all the same. As soon as the medication was over, she shuddered. The stuff taste horrible, but she knew that it would do her good. Silence broke into the room, and Jayne peacefully leant back against the pillow, her eyes closed, breathing heavy still as she attempted and tried to drift. As she did so, the Nurse looked to Al. "I'm afraid Miss Davies needs her rest. But I would like to talk to you outside Sir. If you would mind?" As she finished, she turned before leaving the room, waiting by the door. "She'll be fine." although her words attempted to boost confidence, it seemed both boy and nurse knew that it would be a long time before she was back on her feet.... a long time...
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Post by Alphonse Elric on Jan 13, 2009 1:08:39 GMT
(Sorry Nii-San, muse overload lol)
Alphonse sighed deeply as he turned his head back to her, the coppery tang of blood washing over his tongue as he realised what he had done in his frustration. He was trying so hard, trying hard to keeping himself together, for her sake, but he knew it wouldn’t last forever, that eventually his own mental walls would break, and he would burst, expressing his feelings that he was trying so hard to suppress. It was beginning to eat away at him, his mind trying to think straight even now, now as he stared at her again, finally managing to put those tears in their place. Not one tear fell from those grey eyes, though they still glistened with the signs, and whilst he felt no happiness, he managed to smile at her once more, keeping up that facade, the happy Alphonse that she was so used to...but he wasn’t happy...and perhaps he was trying too hard, but he didn’t care...it was worth it, to give her strength.
".... Thank you.... Al..." Her words were soft, and yet pained all in one, and he frowned slightly, before allowing a half smile to grace his lips once more, though he still looked as concerned as ever regardless, his own breathing increasing somewhat. He watched silently, calmly, his nerves raw, his heart pounding so fast that it felt as though his whole head was throbbing with the rhythm, it was deafening, and perhaps a little frightening, but he tried to ignore it, tried to ignore everything but her. As she moved her hand atop her chest he felt a pang, a longing, to reach out, to take her hand and never let it go, but something held him back, something within his mind, a thought he could not shake. She seemed so fragile, so helpless...what if she broke? Was so fragile that she would smash into a thousand pieces here and now if he were to take her hand...to feel the softness of her skin beneath his fingertips. Alphonse moved his hand, shaking uncontrollably now as he poised it in the air but a few inches away from her hand.
He retreated instantly as she gained that pained expression his hand withdrawn sharply as he clutched at the collar of his shirt, he felt exhausted, he couldn’t breathe, his airway was tight, his stomach contorted, twisting tightly, sending shivers through his body...why? Why couldn’t he do something? It was the same words he repeated to himself over and over, he felt useless, standing here, only able to stare...and hope, hope with every fibre of his being that she would recover herself, would be that same cheery young woman he had met in the library that day....even then he knew there was something about her, that warmth that resonated from her very soul. He could feel it, and it was overwhelming, encompassing his heart...was this...was this what it was like...to love someone? This was different to the love he held for his brother, for the love he had held for his own mother, it was just as strong, but something about it was more powerful, and it only served to fuel his worry more, to make his mind unravel somewhat faster.
He was in shock frankly, but of course, he didn’t know that himself, everything poured in on him, and he swore the room was spinning somewhat, his own vision blurring every so often. Perhaps it was a lot for the younger Elric to handle, but he was trying....god was he trying, to stand was a great effort in itself, but the worst of it, to stand here staring at her, watching her cough, watching her seem to slip away right before his eyes when all he could do was stand there, it was more torture than any of the feelings he held right now, any of that nervousness, the anxiety, it was nothing, compared to that. As the nurse entered Alphonse moved away from her bedside, those grey eyes welling with tears once more, but still they did not fall, did not slip down his cheeks to allow him release....he wouldn’t cry in front of her...she didn’t need that, she didn’t need to see him be so weak....he was strong, like his brother...he had to be didn’t he? Had to be the one who held at least some control? If he could not control what happened to her...he would control himself.
Alphonse could only watch as the nurse tended to Jayne...and frankly he did not want to look away, did not want to take his eyes from her if he could avoid it, were it not for the fact that he had to blink...he would never close his eyes at all. He blanked out for a moment, time seeming to stand still, everything slowed, even his thoughts, as muddled and confused as they were seemed to calm, before the nurse’s voice shook him back to reality, and he stared at her with a somewhat confused and frightened look. "I'm afraid Miss Davies needs her rest. But I would like to talk to you outside Sir. If you would mind?" Rest...yes, that would probably be best...but....he looked back to Jayne, seeing her lay there, drifting off to sleep....he didn’t want to leave her, not for one moment...but it seemed he had little choice...not matter how much he longed to stay. “....ok...” he said simply, his tone flat. "She'll be fine." He didn’t answer those words....he had been telling himself that the whole time he was coming over in the taxi, that she would be fine, that everything was alright...but now that he was here...now, everything seemed so much bleaker.
In that moment of weakness he moved forward, his hand touching hers for the first time, squeezing slightly as he watched her breathe. “....I...I....” he longed to say it, longed to say what he held within his heart, what he had been feeling for quite some time, and yet....still he could not say it, could not express his feelings, even now as she lay here sick....he could not get those words to flow freely, and he cursed himself for it. Did she know perhaps...how he felt about her? Lowering his head he released her hand moving back slightly, feeling his heart tug towards her, he didn’t want to leave her for any amount of time, not even...not even to simply talk to the nurse...but it was important wasn’t it? Or it seemed to be...he wasn’t really sure. It took a few moments before he managed to edge himself towards the door, taking that briefest glance back to her sleeping form...still wishing...to make sure she had not disappeared.
(Moving to Elric's Flat)
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