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Post by Zadkiel on Oct 4, 2006 22:33:00 GMT -5
Xemas hatred being refused into the room. He wanted to make sur eth eother was going to make it. The man needed looking after and Xemas had never trusted doctors anyways. They always hit a sore spot with him. Atleast he was dressed in nice clothes this time, even if they were now scored with Ssitris' blood.
The incubus was led to the waiting room, albeit a little more roughly than should be allowed. He spewed a few well placed cursed before huffing and sitting down, arms crossed over his chest. He was only snapped out of it by the hysterics going on at the front desk. The life-bearer, and he could just tell this was Ssitris' mom, was hysterical, and more than angry. Maybe he should just....stay here, pretend to be....Ah, forget it...
He stood and slowly moved towards the small group. "Um...e...excuse me. Are you here for Ssitris?" He wiped his hands on his thighs, uncertainly licking his cut lips.
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Post by Raimi on Oct 4, 2006 22:38:06 GMT -5
The blonde blade turned abruptly, glaring at him. "And why would a little child want to know?!" A gasp. "My baby...he's...he's a pediphile!?"
The receptionist shook his head fratically, and slapped his forehead. "Um...Um...Mr. C'lada....This young man's the one that found your son...."
"Then he should be arrested or something!! He did this to my baby!!"
"Mom! Geez, calm down!" his son grumbled, scratching his ear.
"Don't speak to your mother like that." his father growled, causing his son to shrug and go over to a chair and slump down in it.
The blonde man rounded on the clerk again. "How is my baby!?"
"We don't....know...?"
"What?!"
"I--I mean! Sir! I don't know. I'm sorry, I'm negligent! Please just take a seat and be calm, your son will be right out..."
"HUMPH! I don't see what he ever saw in a stupid little life-bearer like you, anyway!" he huffed, pushing past Xemas and sitting stiffly in a chair, glaring. His mate sat down next to him.
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Post by Zadkiel on Oct 4, 2006 22:45:09 GMT -5
Umm.....what had just happened? Xemas looked to the receptionist, a confused and questioning look on his young face. "T...uh..okay," he murmured and turned on his heel. He sat down. Not too close to the family, but not overly far either. His hands were streaked with blood still and there were dots of it on hsi shirt and pants. He was trying to come up with some sort of explaination for the distraught man, when his best friend appeared in the waiting room doorway.
"Oh Xemas, thank god. We weren't sure if we got here before the ambulance or not. Eravan had to clean up the bathroom. And your landlord came around looking for you. Did they tell you anything???" The little vampire flopped into a seat, his pale face even more pale, the red not completely faded from hsi eyes.
"No...they won't let me in...That's Ssitris' family," he motioned. Celrie nodded before he stopped. "Did you tell them..about the club a..and everythign else," he hissed, eyes wide.
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Post by Raimi on Oct 4, 2006 22:54:00 GMT -5
Finally, after what seemed like forever, a tall man with blonde hair tied back stepped out of the doors to the ER. He looked almost exactly like Ssitris, save for being taller and his eyes were green, and the fact that he was definately NOT scrawny and probably worked out plenty.
Ssitris' mother lept from his seat. "M'lon! How is he?!"
M'lon walked over to his parents and put his hands in his white coat's pockets. "He'll be alright. They're tranfering him upstairs right now. He lost a lot of blood, but nothing too serious. We're worried about other marks though..."
"Other...marks?"
The other son laughed, "Alright!!! The baby's not a baby anymore, eh?!?" He was rewarded with a smack to the back of his head by his mother.
M'lon shrugged. "Who knows. Anyway, we won't know anything more until he wakes up."
"The room number?" the life-bearer asked, straigtening his robe.
"Mom you can't---"
"The room number, M'lon." he warned.
The man sighed and scratched his head. "312..."
"Good. We're going now." He grabbed his mate and dragged him along. "Yeest, come on."
The dirty blonde with short hair sighed and stood up, hands laced behind his head. He was the same hieght as his doctored brother, but scruffy looking, nowhere near neat cut. "The siren calls. See ya." He slowly began following his parents to the elevator. "See ya Ryle." he waved at the receptionist before nearly getting stuck in the elevator doors as they closed.
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Post by Zadkiel on Oct 4, 2006 22:58:53 GMT -5
Xemas watched the departing party, hands fisted on his knees. So they were all family here? Holy.....The incubus stood and walked over to the receptionist. "They....um, it's only family allowed into see Ssitris, isn't it?" He sighed, pressing his hands flat to the desk. Celrie was behind him, he cold tell that, but he didn't know how much help that was going to be.
He had to tell the family about the club, and the boss there. They had to help the man, or else he was going to keep hurting himself.
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Post by Raimi on Oct 4, 2006 23:02:50 GMT -5
"Um, for now yes...but---" he glanced over at M'lon. "Doctor, this is the boy who broght Ssitris in."
M'lon moved over to the desk and offered a thankful smile, "I see. Thank you. Are you a friend of his? If you're concerned I can write off an exception. Although...I doubt any of you would like to go see him right now, with our mother in there. He's a little....protective. Actually, I'd like to ask you a few questions, if you don't mind?"
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Post by Zadkiel on Oct 4, 2006 23:05:52 GMT -5
"Go ahead Xe," Celerie squeezed his shoulder. "I'll wait here. Eravan will be coming in then, and he'll get lost if i don't wait." Xemas nodded and turned to the much taller doctor.
"No, I don't mind and...I'd like to see him then, even if your mother's in there..." The incubus let his hands drop off the desk and stuck them in jean pockets.
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Post by Raimi on Oct 4, 2006 23:08:21 GMT -5
He nodded and nodded to Ryle to make a note. "Alright, follow me please."
He turned and headed for the elevator, waiting until they were both inside and the doors were shut before speaking. "Do you know where all those marks on my brother came from? I have some idea, but he'd not that kind of kid. Ssitris has never even left the house before a couple of days ago when he up and ran off."
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Post by Zadkiel on Oct 4, 2006 23:13:41 GMT -5
Xemas swallowed uncomfortably and leaned against the wall, nodding. His blue gaze was riveted to the wall. "Yeah...that's what I wanted to talk to your parents about. T....um...I..." He looked up.
"There's a club in downtown Jeskara, the shady side. They specialize in providing entertainment. You know...um....sex on stage and such. Well...Ssitris was unlucky enough to get picked up be the boss' cronies. The marks on his ears are from the needles of aphrodisiac they put into him. He was raped by the boss and....um...I don't know if there's anymore marks-beyond the cutting which he did himself." He looked away again, shoulders hunched, eyes darting around the confined elevator-anywhere by at Ssitris's brother.
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Post by Raimi on Oct 4, 2006 23:30:12 GMT -5
His brother was...."...What???" he hissed, fists clenching. Did he hear this kid right??? "...shit." He muttered at the elevator pinged. "Listen; don't tell my parents. My father won't care and my mother will peg you for it." He stepped outside the cubicle and began to lead him down the earily silent hall. "....my brother's a sweet person. He's a clumsy idiot, but no one deserves that, expecially not him. I'll make sure Yeest and I take a nice little detour down that way, but you'd best stay away from it. Although I wonder what you were doing in a place like that anyway, I won't ask." He stopped infront of the room and opened the door for Xemas. He could hear his mother blubbering and raving on and on to the unconcious 21 year old. "Mom, go home and sleep, will you? Ssitris needs actual rest."
His mother glared but nodded, huffing and being lead out by his mate. M'lon grabbed Yeest before he left the room and gave him a look. The older nodded, smirked and followed after his parents without another word.
M'lon offered another small smile, "The room's erraticated for you. I'll make sure your friend gets permission to come up as well." He turned and left the room, closing the door softly and leaving the dimly lit room in silence save for the erie beeps of monitors, and the hiss of the oxygen tank.
Ssitris layed there, perfectly still, chest rising and falling intime with the machine. His arms were bandaged up twice to twice the size they were normally, and beneith them were dozens of black stitches. The palm that had also been sliced open hd stitches as well, but thankfully the wound wasn't deep enough for bandages, but held a band-aid in one spot were it still bled slightly. The tubes for the IV, and blood--although the latter was covered in a sheet and it's scent masked so any visiting vampires wouldn't grow hungry--snaked nearly to the floor, up and under the sheets to his thigh.
His skin was almost as white as the sheets, although the color was better than it had been when he'd arrived. He looked small and peaceful, and in his drug and blood-loss induced coma his mind was safe and blank.
No hospital gown was given to him due to his stomache's wounds, and the sheets came up enough to simply brush his stomache. The nail marks and obvious kiss marks left by the club's incident could clearly be seen now, all fresh. Save for the one on the side of his neck given to him by none other than Xemas himself that first night. It had begun to fade, and amung the other ones, seen all together, even a child would be able to see that it had been done gently compared to the other sloppy marks obviously there to harm.
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Post by Zadkiel on Oct 5, 2006 11:53:50 GMT -5
Xemas was actually, quite thankful he wouldn’t have to sit in with Ssitris’ family the entire time. He sighed and listened to the steady beep of the monitor, fingers tapping on his thighs in thought. He grabbed up a chair and scooted it over, throwing himself down, watching the pale figure on the bed. “Stupid,” he muttered, looking the man over. He had a very nice body, but Xemas hated to see all of those marks on him. The scars from the knife cuts would show on the paleness of his skin too…..
“You really are a dumb ass you know that? One man does something horrible to you, and you have to do this? Weakling. I’ve lived through worse. Cutting doesn’t improve anything.” He was talking to no one, really. Ssitris was too deeply asleep to even hear him, and unless the picture of a nurse on the wall was alive, then the emptiness was his only audience. “Atleast you got back to your family huh? Now they can take care of you, and I don’t have to worry about your clumsy ass again….” He glared before sighing and sitting back, sliding down in the chair. “Freak,” he muttered, closing his eyes. They were filmed over and he rubbed. Must be needing sleep…..
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Post by Raimi on Oct 5, 2006 12:08:28 GMT -5
Xemas was answered only by the beeping of the heart monitor and the sounds of laboured breathing. After another long stretch of silence, dark eyes opened slowly, glossed over with the effects of the drugs being fed to him via the tubes in his leg. Where was he??? He forgot…wasn’t he at Celrie’s home?? That nice man’s house…or was he at the club? Did he die? It stunk in here.
Wait. That was sterilizer. He recognized it from the hospital his brother worked at. He missed his brother. He used to pick on him, but at the same time he was nicer than his father was, and not at all smothering like their mother. They looked alike too…except M’lon was so much larger. M’lon could probably have taken on that club guy…Reas. Yeest too. Those two would be so mad when they found out…
His eyes jumped about the room, not at all focused. Everything was dim, and white. And…something was on his face. He tried moving his hand up to swipe at whatever it was, but for some reason, it wouldn’t listen to him, and simply laid at his side immobile. A strangled groan came from his throat, and he tried to move his hand again, as well as his neck
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Post by Zadkiel on Oct 5, 2006 20:13:03 GMT -5
The incubus had become used to the quiet by now, so when the groan suddenly jumped out at him, he flinched, eyes snapping open. Ssitris was moving….his arm was twitching. And his dark eyes could bee seen from where he was. Xemas jumped to his feet and leaned over the bed. “Hey! Stop moving….you’re going to open something up or….you want that off? It’s hard to breath normal with that huh? They make you panick…here,” he didn’t know if he was supposed to, but he slipped the band from behind Ssitris’ ears and removed the breathing mask. It wasn’t like he couldn’t breath without it…..
The teen set it aside, glaring down at him. “Do you know what you put Celrie through? Or how worried you made everyone?!? Your family came to see you, they just left to rest. Your brother’s going to come back to check on you then…” He would never admit that he was worried, never, and he couldn’t stop babbling, to try and cover the moment he’d almost let himself slip into there a few minutes ago. He hadn’t cried since his parents kicked him out of the house, and he was glad he hadn’t done so now.
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Post by Raimi on Oct 5, 2006 20:29:23 GMT -5
The words slurred together in his ears, and he couldn't understand them. His eyes zeroed in on him, but all he could see were large blobs of color. He just couldn't focus.
His own lips moved as he tried to speak, but nothing came of it. Simply rushes of air.
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Post by Zadkiel on Oct 5, 2006 20:34:45 GMT -5
Xemas could see he was having a hard time and sighed. He placed a finger against his lips, shaking his head. "Stop talking...or trying to. Just rest up." His face softened and he brushed back blonde hair, doing what his mother used to do to him when he was little and sick.
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