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Post by Antigone Crow on May 11, 2008 9:03:14 GMT -5
"'Cause it's healing the wrong way," Annie said, in response to Embry's question. "It needs to be broken again so that it can heal correctly." She shrugged a little. "It happened with my arm in sixth grade. But the assholes had to re-brake it three times." She shuddered at the memory, grimacing. "They didn't do it correctly the first two times. So, at least you only have to live through it once." She was really bad at being comforting.
She moved closer to Embry, dropping to sit next to him (well, kind of on him, but he was used to that, too). She had to speak to him so Kate wouldn't hear. Kate, unfortunately, still didn't know what she was. "Does Sam need help with patrols?" She asked, voice low so only he (and maybe Paul, if we was listening) could hear. "I know you'll say no automatically, but be serious." She hesitated. "I don't want to, but if I have to, I will." She absently snatched his other hand, playing with it. Hey, Embry was like..her other half. She could cuddle and hold his hand if she wanted to, damnit.
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Post by swivelcanines on May 11, 2008 18:46:34 GMT -5
Green eyes softened as he listened to Embry. He hadn’t meant to scare him. Honestly, he hadn’t been thinking about anything but the bloodsucker while fighting her, which was a bit new to Paul since for the past few weeks Embry had been occupying a lot of his mind. “I’m not gonna die, okay?” he murmured, squeezing Embry’s hand. “So shut up.” He hoped Embry would find solace in his words; he must have known that he could never lie to him, as much as he…loved him.
He was too tired for secrets and didn’t even seem to realize Kate’s look at their hands. He did though, but knew Kate – she was very opinionated (to put it nicely; she was kind of bitchy) but she wasn’t the gossiping type. He knew from Annie it was because she got gossiped about so much (the drugs, the boys, all the other things she happened to mention when they got high). So it didn’t matter either way. Hell, it could have been Paul’s own mother, who didn’t particularly like anything dealing with homosexuals, and he wouldn’t have moved it. Fuck the world. He needed this.
He knew he’d have to re-break his arm already and had already prepared himself for the news. “’Kay Kate. Whenever you’re ready.” Paul just wanted to get it over with. The sooner, the better.
Though his mind was a bit hazy Paul still narrowed his eyes a bit at Annie. He had never been the jealous type, more like the ‘you touch what’s mind and I’ll kick your ass’ type of guy. He knew Annie and Embry were close but you just didn’t touch an injured werewolf’s boyfriend in front of said werewolf.
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Post by swiveltooth on May 11, 2008 18:57:29 GMT -5
Kate was almost done with cleaning the cuts and was humming softly to herself as she worked. She didn’t want to hear whatever Paul and Embry were saying to each other; it was obviously private and she kinda didn’t want to hear it anyway. Call her old fashioned, but she was still a bit weirded out by same-sex relationships. Since Annie’s confession that time ago though she was trying to be tolerant, if not accepting about it. She loved Annie and if she was…pansexual? Whatever. She was still her sister.
“Well,” she sighed, pushing back a loose strand of black hair with her forearm. “Most of his ribs. The arm, obviously. I think we beat an infection on the cut on his forehead and the bruising on his neck is already leaving.” She paused, trying to decide on how to say what she wanted to say. With an air of confidence she said, “I think he also has some internal bleeding. Which is why he should go to the hospital. But-“ she reminded Embry gently, “I’m a nurse, not a doctor. Though I’d like to think I know what I’m talking about there are other things that could could lead to bruising.” She hoped so.
She added onto Annie’s sentence. “Especially since you’re a…werewolf…the healing has gone much faster. It’ll be a complete re-break, not just kid stuff.” Frowning, she spared Paul a quick glance. “Sorry.” She didn’t want to scare the poor kid.
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Post by embry on May 11, 2008 19:25:49 GMT -5
"Shut up" in their relationship was said so often without meaning it might as well have been an expression of love rather than an annoyed instruction. Embry felt the warm pressure against his hand, and leaned forward, for only a moment, pressing his forehead against Paul's. "Okay," he murmured. "We can figure out what's what later." Embry leaned back when Annie settled onto his lap, her hand capturing his free one. He cast her a weak smile, but it was honest.
"No, Leah's out and a bunch of the younger. Brady and Collin, I think, and he was trying to get in contact with Jared. We're covered for now." Embry had heard the thoughts, absent in Leah's mind, and he'd felt the touch of Collin and Brady, when he'd been in his wolf form, racing here to make sure Paul was okay. For now, they were set as far as patrol went, but Sam would most likely ask Annie to head out later.
At the mention of all the various injuries, Embry grew somewhat serious. "But couldn't he just...heal himself? I mean, even if it was internal bleeding or whatever?" Embry in truth knew very little as far as these things went, and it was terrifying for him to think that Paul could be so badly hurt that their accelerated healing couldn't help. His fingers wrapped tighter around Paul's for a moment, letting the other know without words that he would be there for him when they had to rebreak his arm. Which even now only made slightly more sense to Embry (though he would admit to being bias).
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Post by swiveltooth on May 11, 2008 19:40:17 GMT -5
Paul lifted his head, trying to ignore the aches it caused, and pressed his lips against Embry’s before he moved away. “No what’s what. You’re not fighting her.” In this state he couldn’t stress how much that thought terrified him. If he lost Embry now (Embry, his friend, his brother, his heart) he wouldn’t die but…there would never be a rightness to his life. It would be even worse than before.
Paul didn’t like the sound of all the shit Kate was listing off but wasn’t concerned. He just wished Embry would stop getting so worked up. His whole life he had only had to worry about himself but now it was really hurting to see Embry upset. That itself was very scary and Paul didn’t like it one bit.
“Of course, but injuries are still injuries when they first happen. If he’s bleeding internally then we’ll know soon enough; he’ll most likely go into shock and then die, since we wouldn’t be able to perform surgery.” She hadn’t meant to sound so blunt but that was her job. She was supposed to tell it like it was.
Her hand flitted over his cheeks as she felt for temperature. “What the heck?” She gave him a confused look. “You’re like a frigging stove.”
“Yeah…that’s the werewolf stuff,” Paul explained with a weak smile.
Kate glared at him. “Oh.” Wonderful. “Well you feel fine besides the 200 degree temperature. And there’s no point in checking your pulse; you’re probably still high off the adrenaline.” This couldn’t be more difficult.
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Post by embry on May 11, 2008 20:27:56 GMT -5
Warm brush of lips against lips and heat combined. Embry nodded, absently as soon as Paul had released his lips. "Fine," he whispered and he knew then, that he was giving up any hope of ever going after that (bitchbitch) leech, either alone or with the pack, but he didn't care. Paul was here, and he was okay and if he wanted that, now was not the time to argue about it with him. That dirty leech wasn't worth arguing over.
"We run at one o'nine, usually," Embry explained. "Anything above one ten or so would be a temperature, but it's hard to specify exactly where we are. It sort of changes." It was also largely personal, in comparison to most people who all held the basic temperature of ninety-eight point six.
Embry froze at Kate's words. It felt like everything had just frozen and his heart had stopped beating. "Die?" It wasn't cliché, where his own voice echoed in his head. He could hear perfectly and that was the problem. "But, wait. No. Wouldn't-- couldn't we do something? Anything? Other than sitting around waiting to see if he's going to die?" Without realizing it, he was on his feet, fear and annoyance with this woman's blunt way of saying 'The person you love most in the world might very well die but I'm not going to be helpful at all' driving him to stand. His hand was still in Paul's, and it was that contact that he needed to keep him grounded.
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Post by swiveltooth on May 11, 2008 20:48:41 GMT -5
Paul smiled, the first time since the fight, and kissed him again (briefly, for Kate and Annie’s sake) before settling back into the couch cushions with a content sigh. If there had been any doubt before there was none now, and though it was questionable in his drugged induced, pain induced state, he still wanted Embry to know that he cared. “I’m really in love with you,” he murmured, hand fitting into Embry’s more securely. And he really meant it.
“Goodness, and you’re not sick?” Shaking her head, Kate decided she might as well just give up with the whole surprised thing. Nothing should surprise her anymore. “Well, alright.”
She honestly hadn’t meant to make Embry so upset. In school they preached the need for the ability to separate emotion with work. It was very important for a medical professional to act calmly and state the facts. If something happened later on people needed to know so action could be taken; surgeries, life support. But now she could see this was not the situation. Embry was not Paul’s guardian. She shouldn’t have…she sighed. Crap.
Helplessly she tried to explain. “The lung would-“ Okay, Embry didn’t need an explanation, she reminded herself. Save that for the mom. “It would be messy. It’s a delicate situation the first place, it would need surgery, and if he heals the second we make an incision we wouldn’t be able to help.” She was so frustrated with that; she took this job to help people, she couldn’t help Paul if he just healed right over the cut. “We could try to clear the blood out of his lungs so he doesn’t choke on it but there’d be so much to explain to the doctors. He’s a werewolf for goodness sake, I barely believe it. I doubt they’d let Jake morph or whatever he did in the operating room.”
Paul wasn’t really paying attention and was settling into a nice half-awake state. Thank you, New Girl’s meds.
Kate resisted the urge to smack his arm. “Can you stay awake for just a bit longer, please? You can go to sleep once we set your arm. Speaking of,” she said, turning to look at Jake, her eyes flickering between him and Embry. “I’ll need someone to help me. I’m not really…strong enough to do it myself.”
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Post by embry on May 11, 2008 21:15:46 GMT -5
Embry heard the whispered words and they were enough to calm his temper, letting him slump back down next to Paul, weakly, as though his legs had simply given out. He turned to Paul and buried his face against Paul's briefly. "I love you," was whispered, for the other's ears alone. The words were so small, it didn't seem like they could have an ability to explain how Embry really felt. What could words say that would explain how he felt?
"Couldn't you...I dunno. What's the thing where you put a tube in? Wouldn't you be able to get the blood out that way?" Embry looked up at the woman helplessly, and it seemed like there was nothing that could be done from the way she put it. And he couldn't imagine just standing around and waiting without doing anythign to see if Paul died or not.
"Um, what do you need help with?" Embry asked. He looked at Paul warily-- he didn't want to have to hurt him, even if this woman said it would help in the long run. "I mean, Jake and I are both strong enough, and I don't know enough him, but I don't know hwo you're supposed to break someone's arm."
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Post by swiveltooth on May 11, 2008 21:26:10 GMT -5
He loved him. Paul didn’t know what was going on but he knew Embry loved him and was that the reason behind the warm, tingly sensation in his stomach and the desperate need aching in his fingertips? He really hoped it was and not some new injury, that bleeding thing Kate had mentioned. Though his own death meant little to nothing to Paul if it hurt Embry he certainly did not want to be doing it.
Paul rested against the crook of Embry’s neck, making a soft sound of protest when he moved to talk to Kate. He couldn’t help but feel annoyed for the way she said things. While he did appreciate the blunt sincerity of it Embry didn’t seem to.
“I’m not sure about anything, Embry. Besides, if that was the case I’m sure he would have already gone into shock for now.” The words were true but she probably would have said them anyway, just so Embry would calm down. She knew how he felt; months of her mother withering away and she had been unable to do a thing. He needed that comfort for now, even if it was a false promise.
Paul grinned a bit at Embry’s look. “S’okay. Maybe we should just…wait until someone at the hospital does it?” No offense to Embry or Jake but he’d rather a professional break his arm.
“That’s fine,” Kate said, waving her hand dismissively. “It’s not a priority, it’ll be the same in the morning. It’s your ribs I’m worried about. How do they feel?”
“…sore,” came the tired answer. He could feel them twisting and bending and it hurt, though not as bad as the original hit that caused them to break in the first place. “But they’ll heal.”
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Post by Antigone Crow on May 11, 2008 21:34:01 GMT -5
Annie contented herself with sitting on Embry's lap, and rolled her eyes at Paul. "Sweetheart, I'm dating Jake and I only see Embry as a friend. My best friend. I promise, I'm not making a move. If I had wanted to, I would have already." And, clearly, she had not.
"Kate, if you need someone to help re-break his arm, let me do it." Now was a better time than never. Annie bit her lip and slowly moved to stand. "It's been done to me before and I've seen it happen enough times. I know how to do it right." She hesitated for another half a moment. "I'm strong enough. Trust me, I'm strong enough." She hesitated, before continuing. "Probably not as strong as they are, not yet, but strong enough to break an arm."..Hell, she may have been strong enough to break an arm before hand.
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Post by embry on May 12, 2008 15:48:25 GMT -5
Embry rested back once more, kneeling by Paul and letting the tension leave him. The mere presence of the other male could work wonders on him, and he felt slightly calmed by Kate's soothing words. If chances were that Paul would be fine, he would have to trust her. If nothing else, he at least knew Kate wouldn't lie. Leaning in close to the injured boy, Embry pressed soft, brief kiss against the other's temple, and smiled. "Yeah, why don't we let the trained professionals break you? I could break you, but I don't really want to, and I doubt I could do it right," he teased, but it was true.
Hazel eyes looked surprised. "Um, you guys aren't actually arguing over this, right?" He nearly added the most obvious words, 'I'm gay and in love with Paul,' but decided not to since Kate was still in the room and there was only so much the poor woman could probably stand to hear before she had a nervous breakdown.
[OoC]Short.Blah.[/OoC]
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Post by swiveltooth on May 12, 2008 15:57:20 GMT -5
Paul smiled as he felt Embry relax and shifted closer to him. Soothed by the other’s comfort he felt the muscles, still tense, unwind. Now all he wanted to do was sleep. But they still had his arm to contend with.
A scowl marred his scathed features at Annie and Embry’s words. He wasn’t concerned with Annie, just annoyed. She was with Jake after all, right? So obviously she wasn’t going to run after Embry. “I don’t care,” he grumbled grumpily, twining his fingers with Embry’s, returning to the soft spot that lay between his neck and shoulder. Embry always smelt so nice; like the vanilla and wood candles his mom had.
Kate was close to ignoring her little sister under the stress she was under but softened at the hesitation in her voice. Was something wrong, other than the obvious? “Hm?” she murmured absently, looking up at her. “Oh! Annie, I really don’t think you’re capable of this sort of thing. Thank you, though.”
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Post by Antigone Crow on May 12, 2008 16:07:40 GMT -5
Annie shrugged, sighing a little. SHe knew that being snappy or sarcastic with Paul right now would not help the situation. He was in pain, and needed help. She also knew that she had to re-break his arm, as the hospital would act uncomfortable questions that they could not answer. Such as why his temperature was over a hundred and something degrees and he was perfectly fine. It was perfectly normal for them, but they couldn't exactly tell the doctor it was a werewolf thing. He should probably be dead or dying with a temperature that high.
Annie sighed, and shook her head. "Kate, no, I can do it. I'm pretty much as strong as Embry is, of course give a little. He's bigger and has more..practice in what he does." She reached forward to grasp her sister's hand with one of her own, to prove just how warm she was herself, and reached for a spoon on the table with her other. Without evenm flinching, she squeezed down and bent the spoon in half as easily as if it were a pipe cleanr. "I'm ..like them. One of them."
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Post by embry on May 12, 2008 16:39:50 GMT -5
"Of course you don't," Embry replied absently, using the hand that Annie had freed to absently run his fingers across Paul's face. Most of the cuts were healing by now, and Embry was thankful for that. It was easier to imagine that Paul would be okay when he looked like himself on the outside and not a vampire's chew toy. Long fingers intertwined with his and Embry felt himself smiling, just slightly, but honestly.
As the sisters spoke, Embry half -watched, but his attention was largely on Paul. It wasn't his business to get involved with how Kate took her sister being a werewolf (especially since it probably ran in families). And anyway, he was more concerned with Paul. "Tired?" he asked, noting the subtle tells in the other boy's face that gave away his weariness.
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Post by swiveltooth on May 12, 2008 16:50:26 GMT -5
Too tired to call Embry a girl and nudge him away Paul did nothing to resist the caress of long, warm fingers across his skin. Not that he didn’t like it but the pack could read his mind. Paul had never been a cuddler; no need to start now, except right now he really didn’t have a choice in the matter.
“Mhm,” he murmured softly, settling more deeply into the other boy’s side, bad arm still cradled across his chest. “Can you stay?” he asked, not bothering to keep the desperation from his voice. Going to sleep would be impossible if Embry wasn’t there, solid but soft beside him.
Kate sighed impatiently. “Annie, please, don’t be ridiculous. It’d be better to let someone who knew what they were doing –“ The hand, burning hot against hers, she flinched back and shot her an alarmed look. “What…?” she trailed off, eyes studying Annie intently, the great mystery she had yet to solve despite the seventeen years she’d spent with her.
“What do you mean?!” Kate heard her voice rise distantly in her confusion and anger. “Did one of them, did Jake, did he do this to you?!” she hissed under her breathe, shooting Jacob a quick look of venom. In the movies you became a werewolf thing when you got bitten. If one of them had even laid a hand on her baby sister so help her God she would…well, maybe not kill them, but definitely kick their asses. And than maybe sue if she could find some state of law that defended her claims.
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