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Post by Richard Gades on Oct 22, 2012 19:50:20 GMT -5
"Athena!" Richard yelled standing up as she rushed away from him. He stumbled after her, barreling into the kitchen. "Athena! Are you alright?" He begged her for an answer, but he didn't approach her. He left the whole length of the kitchen between them. Unable to make himself draw any closer to him.
This is his fault, whatever was wrong with her was because of him, there was no doubt in his mind. He ruined everything. "God damn it!" He growled and swung around punching the pantry in the hallway. His hand crushed through the slats that made up the thin door. "Damn." He pulled his hand back out, wincing slightly.
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Post by Athena Diorio on Oct 22, 2012 19:58:19 GMT -5
Athena bent over the sink, and her stomach emptying its contents. Her hair fell into the oddly colored puke that now bubbled down the drain.
"What in the hell was that?" She rasped, her hand coming up to her mouth, touching her lips. Pulling her hand away, she looked at the color of the fluids, and her eyes widened in horror. Was that blood?
She attempted to clear her throat, but it caught, and began to cough.
The red fluid splattered all on her hand, and a bit in the floor.
"Ow," she cried in between hacks.
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Post by Richard Gades on Oct 22, 2012 20:19:15 GMT -5
"Athena?" Richard called seeing her puke onto the floor. "Athena!? He started to panic, but still didn't near her. What was wrong with her? What was going on? How could he help her?
His brain kept screaming that he couldn't. He couldn't help her. He couldn't do anything. He was useless. He took a step forward, slowly. "Athena?"
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Post by Athena Diorio on Oct 22, 2012 20:47:31 GMT -5
Gasping, Athena haunched over the sink, her head between her hands.
Pictures of her father coughing up blood all over their home flashed through her mind, making her flinch.
"Rich, there's no possible way for Us to get the Plague, right?" She asked, her voice quivering. The thought of her having the Plague terrified her, she couldn't imagine scratching away her skin to get the lava from her veins. She remembered the screams of her father in his sleep, his face and body raw from him tearing away his skin.
Her wings immediately shifted to their golden color, her thoughts scarring her.
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Post by Richard Gades on Oct 22, 2012 20:57:40 GMT -5
"The Plague?" Richard repeated in fear. He moved closer to her, standing beside her. He rubbed the back of her neck as he held her hair out of her face. "I don't know....." Richard admitted fearfully. Her symptoms did seem very similar to that of the plagues. Though Richard had not seen someone die from the plague in years. There was no one left to die. Just the Gifteds left, just us, and we couldn't get it. We were safe. We were the survivors.
"No we can't get it." Richard said trying to convince himself more than her. "If we could we would have died ages ago. You're just sick...." Just sick, thats all. Just sick.....
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Post by Athena Diorio on Oct 22, 2012 21:05:50 GMT -5
Clearing her throat again she licked her lips, then spat into the sink, some red splattering on the stainless steel.
"I really hope not, it's not fun" she sighed, looking around for a towel or something to wipe this red from her face. She then attempted to turn on the faucet, to rinse her fluids down the drain and clean up her face a bit. But it wouldn't turn, which was odd. It was usually really easy to turn, maybe it was stuck? She tried twisting it again with all her strength, but it wasn't enough.
Her muscles seemed to be weakened, but why, and how?
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Post by Richard Gades on Oct 23, 2012 14:04:45 GMT -5
Richard leaned around her to turn the faucet for her. It opened easily spilling water into the sink, where it mixed with her bloody puke. Swirling and swirling until it funneled down the drain, disappearing.
"Athena? What's going on?" he worried. What if he got sick too. If she could catch the plague what's to say he couldn't too. "Are you allergic to anything else?" Richard asked in vain. What the hell allergy would create this type of reaction. No, something was wrong with her, but he had no hospital to take her to. No doctor to examine her. No medicine to give her.
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Post by Athena Diorio on Oct 23, 2012 14:33:02 GMT -5
"I don't know Rich. It's scaring me." She rasped, clearing her throat again.
She thought for a moment, trying to remember all the places she had been in the past week. There was the airport, and then an old overgrown garden. There was no possible way to determine what plants were there.
Perhaps since all of the water was now infected, it changed some of the flowers' genetic makeup? It was a possibility.
Athena placed her hand under the water, letting the blood be washed away and down the drain.
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Post by Richard Gades on Nov 5, 2012 10:22:15 GMT -5
Richard rubbed her back. "You'll be okay." He told her assured it was just a flux. "You probably got it all out of your system now. No way can anything hurt you now that we survived the plague. " he assured her. He kept rubbing her back. What's going on? They were supposed to be safe now that they made it past the plague. This was supposed to become the gifted paradise.
"Do you want to lay down?" He asked her she seemed weak, and for once he didn't think it was because of him.
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Post by Athena Diorio on Nov 12, 2012 23:08:59 GMT -5
Licking her lips, she spat into the sink, and rubbed her fingers together under the running water.
"Yeah, I do feel a lot better" she sighed, clearing her throat.
She pulled her wet hand up to her mouth, rubbing away the red tint the blood had left on her chin. Tossing her hair behind her back with the quick turn of her head, she looked up at Richard. He seemed genuinely worried about her, which still came as a surprise to her. Athena wasn't used to someone caring about her, let alone stand there and rub her back while she coughed up blood for some unknown reason.
She rubbed her wet hand on her shirt, remembering she was only wearing a pair of underwear, and no pants.
"I guess laying down would be nice" she forced a smile, trying to hide the pain that burned her lungs.
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Post by Richard Gades on Nov 13, 2012 7:59:43 GMT -5
"Up you go." Richard bent down beside her scooping her up, he hoped she was still to weak to fight him back. He adjusted her so his one arm supported her legs and the other arm her back, bridal style. He glanced down at her having her reaction mildly before he moved forward, toward the the staircase. He sidestepped through the kitchen threshold and then mounted the stairs. Richard carefully climbed upward keeping his arms tight around her incase she should struggle. He continued down the hallway and into the bedroom the had previously been in. He sat her down on the bed with care.
"Sleep." He told her sounding more like a question than a command. He pulled back the covers, they were slightly dusty from disuse, but in good condition. He stood up and started to back away from the bed moving towards the door. He was going to go back downstairs, but first he looked back at her to see if she needed anything else.
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Post by Athena Diorio on Nov 13, 2012 21:46:52 GMT -5
Athena groaned slightly when he picked her up, pulling her wings tight to her back, trying to possibly lighten the load for Richard.
She watched as he carried her upstairs, pulling her legs closer to her and adjusting the way her head hung when they came close to a wall or the staircase.
Her head laid on his shoulder as they re-entered the bedroom, an exhausted sigh escaping her lips. A wave of fatigue came over her, like she was injected with a powerful anesthesia.
"Thanks," she smiled sleepily as he sat her down on the bed. She pulled her feet up, then adjusted herself until her head was on the pillow, and her body turned towards the door.
Athena watched as he began to leave, and her throat caught for a moment.
"Richard?" She called, propping herself up on one elbow, "why are you being so kind to me?"
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Post by Richard Gades on Nov 14, 2012 15:56:21 GMT -5
Richard paused pondering her question. He entered farther into the room and perched on the edge of the bed while he compiled his answer. Why? Richard asked himself, there was no reason for him to help her. For him to have cared for her as he had, but then he remembered when she practically fell from the sky, dripping blood and raving mad at a bird. She had something in her in that moment that Richard related to.
"Because in this crazy world we live in," He started staring down at his lap while he talked. Then he looked up at her, examining her in this state, weak, tired, beat, she was more gorgeous than any girl he'd broken before. "Sometimes we just need someone to be kind to us." Richard finished giving a sheepish smile and shrugged a little. Trying to play it off like it was nothing, but it wasn't. In their world that slowly decayed around them, kind people were far and few between.
He picked a little at the comforter, trying to distract himself by his internal worries. He would be nice to her until she was back on her feet and then he would move one. Move on like he always did, and then he'd feel better, more like himself. Safer. Just until she's better.
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Post by Athena Diorio on Nov 14, 2012 22:12:56 GMT -5
"Well, thank you Richard. You're definitely one in a million" she smiled, her gaze following him as he sat at the foot of the bed.
She sat there for a moment, just watching him, debating on kissing him.
Smirking, Athena leaned forward, then planted a soft kiss on his cheek.
Leaning back, she awaited his reaction. Adjusting her wings to where they took up the other half of the bed, her body relaxing now.
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Post by Richard Gades on Nov 15, 2012 8:11:44 GMT -5
"Happy to oblige," He grinned enjoying her kiss on the cheek. "If that's how you're repaying me for my services," He laughed a little and leaned down towards her. "Then I want to cash in some more." He pressed her lips to hers for a good amount of time, before he pulled away. He felt his body growing tired also, it had been a long day for him also.
He sat up brushed her hair from in front of her face watching her carefully. He poked her nose slightly. "I need to go....." he began searching for a word. "I need to go find a place to sleep." He told her a little embarrassed. Usually he slept in this room, preferring not to explore the other bedrooms in fear he'd find something. He squeezed her arm reassuringly as he slowly stood up. "Night, Athena."
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