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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Jan 25, 2012 20:30:06 GMT -5
Yea... I suppose so... *Before I know it, I'm half asleep, occasionally stirring and murmuring things.* It's just good to have you... I wish I would have seen it earlier.
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Post by Volume Virus on Jan 25, 2012 20:35:25 GMT -5
*I smile a little bit, starting to feel tired myself. I've been up almost as long as he has...and this is really very comfortable....* I knew you must have been tired...seen what? Grim's second self? My insanity? The fact that you could help?
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Jan 25, 2012 20:52:12 GMT -5
The fact that I could help, of course... If I had known back then what you could be? *I chuckle* I would have dropped everything to be with you. Hell, maybe then I'd still have my legs...
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Post by Volume Virus on Jan 26, 2012 17:04:00 GMT -5
I wish you still did. Solely because I know that it hurts you to have to rely on something that isn't your own strength. And if I was somehow able to help with that, even passively, I'd be very happy with that. Well...if I knew that I had helped. *I pause for a moment, squirming a bit in order to get more comfortable, although I'm not sure I can get much more cozy like this.* On the subject of your...lack of mobility. I just realized that I've gone two weeks, if not more, without checking your shot wound. In my defense, I was never trained as a doctor.
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Jan 26, 2012 20:19:59 GMT -5
Ah... we should probably check that out then... *I scoot back to sit up and lift my shirt up over my head, exposing the wound which is healed, but still a little burned and bleeding.* Gah... this looks awful...
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Post by Volume Virus on Jan 26, 2012 20:32:32 GMT -5
Oh, sweet lady of sorrows, it's bleeding. It must have formed a scab against the shirt or something and you peeled it off. Okay. Ah...I can sew this up...probably...I have some thread and stuff here, but I think we're out of anesthetic. Or maybe there's one thing left. Let me...just...*I pick up my bag and start rummaging through it, looking for one of the needles that I could have sworn I had a while ago. When did I use them up? Did I even have that many to begin with?* Ah, I'm not finding any. I could just disinfect it...and I think I have something for burns....
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Jan 26, 2012 20:35:54 GMT -5
Just sew the damn thing up. I don't need to be numbed. I'm a big boy, hun. *I sit up straighter and dust off the area around the wound* Just go for it.
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Post by Volume Virus on Jan 26, 2012 20:40:48 GMT -5
I just don't want to hurt you too badly. *I sigh and take the needle and thread it, already cringing and trying to wipe off the meager amounts of blood, barely stopping myself from dry heaving.* Before I do this, I want you to know that I'm trying to be very, very gentle. It just won't feel like it.
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Jan 27, 2012 0:20:21 GMT -5
Just go for it already. I've taken bullets to the chest. You really think this is anything to me? *I take Vol's hand in mine and look her in the eyes* Don't worry about it. This is nothing. Alright?
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Post by Volume Virus on Jan 27, 2012 15:27:21 GMT -5
Uh, if you say so.... *I remove my hand from his, as I need it to sew with. I lean toward him and start sewing, half of my concentration focused on not getting sick. Each time I have to poke the needle through his skin, I grimace, as if I'm the one in physical pain. I finish quickly, mostly wanting to get it done with, then tie off the thread.* There. Done. That wasn't too bad...was it?
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Jan 27, 2012 19:24:54 GMT -5
*I cringe a bit as she finishes and smile* Well... you didn't kill me, which is always a good sign. What is it with you and blood, anyways? I'd think after all this time out here, you'd be accustomed to it.
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Post by Volume Virus on Jan 27, 2012 21:25:19 GMT -5
So would I. It's just that...about a month after I left my nice, safe, lovely home, my oldest friend was testing a bomb I had made. It used sound waves to shoot lots of tiny projectiles that would, hopefully, kill people just as a grenade would. Well, it worked. The thing is...it only worked after we had thought it didn't and she went back to pick it up. *I close my eyes for half a second before shuddering and snapping them back open, seeing Cross lying dead in a small lake worth of blood etched into my eyelids. It was a nightmare vision.* She died bleeding from pretty much everywhere except her eyes: ears, mouth, various little holes all over her torso and arms, all of it. I still have nightmares about that. I haven't been able to deal with blood since...especially the smell of it. Have you ever noticed that I breathe through my mouth when I'm working on people? If I smell blood, I'll get sick, and that's all there is to it. Not so keen on the sight of it, either, but I have to help somehow. *I shrug and shudder violently again, trying to distract myself, get my mind off it to pretty much anything else. I wonder if this is how Aftermath feels when I bring up his past.*
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Post by Volume Virus on Jan 29, 2012 10:53:24 GMT -5
*I don't know how Aftermath managed to fall asleep with me talking, but I suppose he did, as I get no response for five minutes. Remembering that we need someone to keep watch, I get up, not allowing me to go to sleep. I take a blanket from one of the bedroom-cells and lay it over Aftermath with a gentle smile.* Sweet dreams. Goodnight. *I tiptoe out to the main room, not wanting to wake anyone, to see that the search party is gone. I curl up in my usual spot on the couch, drumming with my fingers to keep myself awake as I stare out at the dark...monotonous desert...why do I even need to keep watch if we have a Hell bird on the roof?*
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Jan 30, 2012 2:27:28 GMT -5
What the Hell, man? You were supposed to BE something by now!
Like it's my fucking fault the world ended?
Dude, you dropped out of fucking college and went to the military. You gave up way before the bombs fell.
And what? Would it have mattered in any way?
You had dreams, man! Fucking dreams! You were supposed to be famous! Revolutionize film, remember?
How?! I was going nowhere! I was fucking miserable and you know it!
Fuck you, man! You gave up on your dreams long before that! You let yourself get here, and maybe you could have stopped all of this! You had the ideas in your fucking head, where the fuck did you go?
...I don't know... What do you want me to tell you?
Tell me that it's all her fault, because you know damn well it was.
I can't... you know that it had nothing to do with her!
Didn't it? Who gave up on projects just so he could hang out with her? Who stopped writing completely because it meant less time for her? What came out of that exactly? You didn't even get to kiss her, let alone fuck her.
Who the fuck do you think you are, talking about her like that?!
I'm you, dumbass. I'm everything you wanted to be. I'm dead... You gave up on life because you gave up on her. You let your dreams crumple when she crushed your heart, and now what do you have to show for it? A desert wasteland and a pair of crippled legs? You know god damned well that your ideas were good enough to at least change THIS outcome...... but you gave up.
There was too much going on! I couldn't do it!
What the Hell are you talking about? You fucking kill people for a living now! Was a little homework and getting a job too much work for you? Did the poor baby get his fucking heart broken by a skinny little bitch with a mental disorder?
This is different! I need to do this! I need to survive! it's not like I kill for fun!
Don't you fucking lie to me. You have no soul and we both know that. You fucking ran from every problem you had because you just didn't want to deal with any of it. You aren't here fighting because you're surviving, you're doing it because it keeps you fucking busy.
*I toss and turn in bed as the lecture plays through out my thoughts. I really did give up, didn't I? This whole time I was fighting, I was really just running... wasn't I? I had been running from every problem I had, simply because I didn't want to deal with them. I can't even face them now. I sit up and wipe my face of what I think is sweat. I check myself to see if I was drenched or not, but it's only on my cheeks. I curl up into a ball and try desperately not to scream.*
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Post by Volume Virus on Jan 30, 2012 16:09:13 GMT -5
*After waking up (falling asleep on watch now, Volume? Disgraceful.), I return to Aftermath's room to see if he's awake. I have no idea what I expect, but it's certainly not seeing him curled up in the fetal position with his back to me, the blanket fallen to the floor. I gently pick it up and wrap it around his shoulders, staying a few steps back in case he wants me to leave.* Is something wrong, Aftermath? Are you in pain?
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Yes, I'm still running - sort of. But it is lonely out here. Haven't seen anyone else for a while.
Aug 10, 2016 3:18:46 GMT -5
Yes, I'm still running - sort of. But it is lonely out here. Haven't seen anyone else for a while.
Aug 10, 2016 3:18:46 GMT -5
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