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Post by Alfred Jones on Jan 20, 2011 19:23:33 GMT
Slowly a hand reached up, and he rubed on his eye faintly, just nodding faintly. "...Just something to bite on. I can take the pain." He'd done like this quite often, and if the blood wasnt covering quite a bit of his skin it'd be noticeable that he had scars, many of them.
When Arthur returned, Alfred lay back tiredly, watching what he was doing, then let his hand carefully lay to the side, eyes closing. "Actually....Just let me do this again..." He murmured, reaching up, his index finger already going for the hole that was near his collar bone, obviously meaning to give himself so much pain that he'd fall unconcious from it.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jan 20, 2011 22:49:23 GMT
Nodding at the request, Arthur hesitated, before wadding up one of the strips of material. He was trying not to take in all the scars, because he didn't like to imagine what scrapes Alfred had been in before.
It took him a moment to work out what Alfred meant, and when he did, Arthur reached out, grabbing Alfred's wrist to stop him. Arthur chewed his lip for a moment, brushing his thumb over Alfred's wrist once, before realising what he was doing and stilling. "Alfred..." His instinct was to stop him, but on the other hand, if it allowed him to be unconscious while he stitched him up... Finally he released his hand. "I won't let you do it again, though." He warned him, before looking away, not wanting to watch Alfred hurt himself like that.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Jan 20, 2011 22:56:47 GMT
The brush didnt even make him blink, he couldn't exactly feel it completely anyway. But he watched him, gently tugging on his hand to do it before he sighed in relief. "We'll see.." He chuckled softly, then without warning, dug not two, but three of his fingers into the hole, stretching it and penetrating it.
It caused him to cry out immediately, and it actually took a minute or so of the suffering before his hand fell limp and his head lolled to the side, finally unconcious again, leaving Arthur able to deal with it and do as he pleased to stitch him up.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jan 21, 2011 16:46:58 GMT
Wincing a little, Arthur hunched his shoulders a little. He didn't want to imagine how much pain Alfred was in - and to put himself in more pain to knock himself out...! He was glad that it wasn't him. The sound of Alfred tearing the wound made him wince, and he glanced back, and felt bile rise in his mouth to see what Alfred was doing.
As Alfred fell limp, Arthur forced himself to get over it. Reaching over, he gingerly pulled Alfred's hand away from the wound, and, because Alfred was unconscious, kissed it before wiping him clean and placing it down by his side. Then he picked up his needle and threaded it. He hated the sensation of forcing it through Alfred's skin, but the stitches were tiny and neat, obviously done by someone who knew how to sew.
Leaning forward as he finished, Arthur pressed a soft kiss to Alfred's collar, knowing he'd never be able to do it while he was awake. It was soft, and he wasn't sure why he did it, but he was an affectionate man and... fond of Alfred. He made him smile to be a round, and he made him want to be close. Pulling himself away, he gently wrapped new bandages around Alfred's chest, and then pulled the blanket over his bare chest. He didn't know if Alfred would be comfortable like this, but he didn't know if he'd fit into any of his shirts, and didn't want to rummage through his bag.
Moving into his sitting room, Arthur sat down at his desk, pulling a piece of paper over. Quickly, he scribbled down a note for his guest.
Alfred,
I'm in the sitting room. Yell for me when you wake, and don't move! I hope you sleep well.
Arthur.
Bringing the note in with a glass of water, he left the note on the pillow next for Alfred where he would be able to see it when he woke. The glass he put on the bedside table where he should be able to reach it without too much of a stretch. Then he picked up some pyjamas and bedding, and went into the bathroom to change, before heading into the sitting room and making himself a bed on the sofa. It took him a long time to fall asleep - the image of Alfred with his fingers deep in his own chest scarring his mind - but he did eventually, curled up and small on the sofa.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Jan 21, 2011 20:50:10 GMT
Luckily for Arthur, he actually managed to get a decent amount of sleep this time. It was around five hours later that the twitching of nerves forced Alfred into conciousness, and he blinked sleepily. trying to remember what happened but drawing most of a blank.Shifting, he managed to faintly lift the blanket, noting the bandages and that the wounds were bleeding much less, sighing out faintly.
Lightly he moved, very slowly, and soon he managed to force himself into sitting up, wincing, then he managed to get the water down, unimaginally thirsty. He'd have to make himself appear like he was alright to get out of here, so Arthur would hopefully worry less when he was out of his hair. Frowning, he stared at the liquid intently before he downed the rest, only then spotting the note. Carefully he picked it up, and after reading it over he faintly cocked his head, looking at the now empty glass. ...Well it was too late to not move...
"Arthur?" He called, voice still a little scratchy from the yelling he had done.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jan 21, 2011 21:14:54 GMT
Arthur's sleep was restless and uneasy. It was just fortunate that he didn't fall off the sofa. Instead he twisted himself up into the blankets, waking every hour or so. When Alfred's call woke him from his light sleep, he was disorientated for a long moment, before working out what was going on.
Panicking, he jumped up, dragging the blanket with him, and tripping over it. Swearing loudly, he picked himself up, cheeks now a little red, and managed to make it to Alfred's bedside without any more incidents. His hair was tousled from sleep, and there were dark marks starting to form around his eyes, and as usual his pyjamas were hanging loosely off him (though Alfred's efforts had gone a little way to putting some actual meat on his bones recently).
"Alfred?" He asked, quickly, sitting down on the side of the bed, but remembering not to reach out for him. "Are you okay? How did you sleep?" He frowned a little at him having sat up, but took the chance to check the bandages. It looked like the stitches had at least stopped the bleeding. "How do you feel?"
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Post by Alfred Jones on Jan 21, 2011 21:21:38 GMT
The thuds and the swearing made the ounger man arch a brow, and he cocked his head as he stared at the door curiously. Still, he seemed glad enough to see the oler there, and he let him look at the stitches without any problems. "Um....Better." He decided, smiling at the older man brightly.
"I'm really sorry about taking your bed though..." He mumured, frowning as he looked at the comfortable mattress, and it looks like Arthur had had issues sleepingbecause of him as well. Pouting mentally, he looked again towards the older man, cocking his head. "....I'm sorry.." he said again, frowning to see how much stress this probably put on him.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jan 21, 2011 21:28:38 GMT
Drawing the blanket in closer around him, Arthur tried not to yawn. Pleased that Alfred seemed a little better, and that he seemed glad to have him there, Arthur relaxed a little. He didn't want to have another incident like before they'd slept. He'd be careful around Alfred from now on.
"Hmm? Not at all. You're injured, you need the bed. Besides, the sofa is comfortable enough." He smiled at Alfred, trying to reassure him that it was all right. To be honest, most of the stress on Arthur came because he hadn't been able to protect Alfred in the first place. He hated seeing him in this much pain.
Hesitating, he chewed his lip, looking at Alfred. It was obvious that he wanted to ask a question, but he fiddled with his hands for now, looking down at them. "Alfred... Will you tell me what happened, now?" He asked, finally. He was still desperate to know. If Alfred was being a hero again... well, he couldn't tell him to stop, but if it was anything but that he would. He wanted him off the streets and somewhere safe where he didn't have to worry about him so much, and didn't understand why Alfred didn't try to get somewhere to live.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Jan 21, 2011 21:42:05 GMT
"Mm...Well...I guess so..." He mumbled lightly. It was pretty comfortable, as he remembered, but he still felt bad about taking what was Arthurs. His feet moved slowly, stretching iout and wriggling his toes while he tried to get some circulation in them, before he blinked at what Arthur requested.
"Ah...lessee....Um, it was around sunset, and I had been walking along this place outside one of the schools to go to the diner to see if I could get some coffee, and there was...This guy.." He paused, furrowing his brow while he tried to summon all the details back. "He had a little girl...She was probably around 10 or something, and he was pulling her with him, and well...It didnt look normal...So I followed him.."
Faintly he moved, pulling the blankets up a bit more to his stomache. "He stopped in this nasty alley and he was trying to get this door open and so I managed to get behind him and I pulled the girl away quickly...And um...It gets kinda fuzzy, but in summary, he had a gun." Chuckling he laid back heavily against the pillows. "He got scared cause I wouldnt stop going at him...And he shot me a few times, but I managed to tackle him,and I knocked him unconcious....And the girl said she was going to get the police....And um...I hid mysef when they came and got the guy...But I saw her, and she was safe."
A happy smile was on his lips at that, even moreso than when he had rescued Arthur, or when he had talked about what he did for a 'living'. "And um...I kind of passed out a few times...And then..I think around three am I managed to get myself to the backdoor of Joel's....Didnt want to bleed all over his front door..." He said softly. "And I passed out again, and when I came to, Joel had gotten me inside and was freaking out."
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jan 21, 2011 22:22:21 GMT
Leaning against the headboard a little, Arthur smiled at Alfred, pleased that he was finally going to know what had happened. He listened quietly and carefully, and almost as soon as he heard about the guy, he knew the rest of the story.
Arthur leant in a little, helping Alfred to lie down and to tuck the blanket over him, not wanting him to move any more than he needed to in case that made the wounds worse. He almost ran his fingers through his hair as he pulled away, but stopped himself, sitting back up to finish listening. That smile was cute at least.
Running his fingers through his tousled hair, Arthur sighed. "I don't understand why you didn't want proper help." He said. "You would have healed a lot better if you had gone to a hospital. You probably needed a blood transfusion last night: you're bloody well lucky to be alive." But he wasn't going to tell Alfred off for that again. He was disappointed, that much was clear, but it wasn't his place to tell Alfred what and what not to do. "You did well, though. To save the girl, I mean. That was brave."
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Post by Alfred Jones on Jan 21, 2011 22:31:32 GMT
Letting Arthur help him, Alfred settled down, breathing out slowly as he trembled, dealing with the pain quite well this time and he looked up at Arthur, resting his cheek on the pillow contently. He seemed to be dealing with Arthur being so close with him without a shirt on.
Faintly he hummed out to him in response. "....I don't want to be found." He said softly, but took the light scolding. "I really hate when kids get dragged into adults perversion.." He murmured, leaning his head to stare on up towards the ceiling, faintly stroking on the blanket that was against his chest, enjoying the texture. "But it's ok, I mean...I've lost way more blood than this a few times before."
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jan 21, 2011 22:51:50 GMT
Arthur sighed out, but nodded. That did make sense, but he'd rather Alfred didn't risk his life in order to stay secretive. "I know, I think all sane people do." Perhaps not as much as Alfred, but Arthur still wasn't happy thinking about it.
"... That's not a good thing." Arthur said, frowning at Alfred. "And nor does it mean that you should let it happen again. One day you'll push your body too far." He sighed, though, worried, but not wanting to have an argument about it now. He'd rather Alfred would go to the hospital, but as long as it didn't happen again, hopefully he'd recover fine this time. But only because he was a lucky bastard.
Smiling a little, he met Alfred's blue eyes. "Do you need anything? More painkillers? You should drink something, and eat something too if you can." He'd have to go online when Alfred was asleep again and see if anything could be done to help his body deal with the blood loss, or to help him heal.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Jan 22, 2011 4:38:49 GMT
"Hmn. They better." He mumbled, but let his head loll a bit to the side to watch him better, curiously looking at him. "It'll be okay."And that was the only reply he got about that. Faintly he shifted though, eyes closing slowly as he thought before he made a noise. "All of the above...? But um...Something soupish please, if you can.."
He was hungry, despite the nausea. Before he had come here he had basically not eaten for around a day and a half, preferring to have clean clothing to eating. Blue eyes opened once againafter a moment though, and he looked at Arthur contently, surprised he actually felt a little happy that someone was worrying about him. He hadn't allowed himself to feel that for so long, no matter how many people he met...
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jan 22, 2011 10:07:30 GMT
"You had better be." Arthur growled, threatening Alfred a little, but only out of worry. "I'd much rather that you were safe than I have to patch you up." It couldn't be denied that Alfred was doing good, but Arthur would rather that he was safe.
Pleased that Alfred would eat, Arthur nodded, thinking. "I have some tomato soup? Or some ham and pea soup if you want something a bit more filling. I think I have some beef stew frozen too, but that'll take a little longer to do. It's up to you." He offered. As long as Alfred ate it, it didn't matter to him what he had. He was a little surprised, but still pleased to see the content look that Alfred gave him. At least he was comfortable, and as long as Arthur remembered not to be over affectionate and keep his hands to himself hopefully he'd stay that way.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Jan 22, 2011 10:21:28 GMT
The growl just made the younger man chuckle, and he softly hummed in response to Arthur speaking, just relaxing and then nuzzling into the pillow gently. Pondering the options, Alfreds eyes closed once more before he made a noise. "Tomato sounds alright to me." He murmured, his hand gripping a bit harder on the blanket as he felt pain, but once again he pushed that away to hide it
He needed to leave soon so that he wasnt a burden to Arthur. With that in mind, he spread his legs out slightly, getting more comfortable then humming out softly. "Make sure you eat something too, though..." He added, looking at him with a faintly determined stare.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jan 23, 2011 15:57:30 GMT
"All right, I'll be back in a minute, then." Arthur agreed easily. He moved the blankets a little, tucking them around Alfred before sitting up. He couldn't help but think that the teenager looked cute curled up like that, especially when he nuzzled into the pillow. Grabbing the glass from the side, though, he disappeared into the living space.
It didn't take long for him to find a can of soup and put it on the heat, and he poured Alfred a fresh glass and picked up the bottle of asprin from the cupboard while it was doing. Taking a sip from the glass himself, he then padded back into the bedroom and put them down where Alfred could reach them. "Do you want bread or anything with your soup?" He asked, and then hesitated. "And we should get you sitting up... Do you want help?" He reached out a little cautiously, eyes on Alfred's so he could stop if he needed to before the boy panicked.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Jan 23, 2011 17:14:49 GMT
Nodding faintly, Alfred lightly yawned, laying on back comfortably...As soon as Arthur left though, he twitched and bit down on his lower lip to keep him from whimpering out in pain. Ow. He had been almost dozed off by the time that Arthur returned, but he made a noise and shook his head no at the first question.
"Mn..." Shifting he slowly moved, before hissing out in pain. "Yeah...I uh...Probably will..." He mumbled, sulkily. Once he was sat up, he leaned back heavily into the pillows, recovering for a moment from the pain, and then he eyed the soup a bit hungrily. "You're going to eat something too, right?" Seems he wasnt going to eat unless Arthur was as well.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jan 23, 2011 22:26:36 GMT
Leaning over a little more, Arthur smiled when he was given confirmation. Gently, he slid his hands under Alfred's back, and then shifting a little to give himself better purchase, helped to pull Alfred up against the headboard. He was careful to be as slow and smooth and possible, trying not to make sure he wasn't hurt any more than necessary, and he quickly rearranged the pillows to give him better support before pulling away. "There, that's a bit better." He said, though he could see that it had hurt Alfred no matter how careful he was to be gentle.
"I've put enough soup on for both of us." He reassured him. "I'll just go and get it. If you can, take some asprin, but if not I'll help you when I come back." He promised, brushing his fingers over Alfred's hand lightly before jumping up and pulling away again.
The soup was bubbling away perhaps a little more than necessary by the time that Arthur got back to it, but he thought that it was still fine. He gave it a quick stir before dishing it up, putting the two bowls on a tray and the pan in the sink. He considered getting some bread for himself, but decided he didn't feel much like eating, so after collecting spoons hefted the tray up and carefully carried it through.
"Here we are!" He said, purposely trying to be cheerful, as he carefully put the tray down on Alfred's legs where he'd be able to get to his soup without spilling any on the bed. Leaning over, he retrieved his and sat down on the side of the bed with it. "I know it's not exciting, but it'll do you good to eat."
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Post by Alfred Jones on Jan 23, 2011 22:38:09 GMT
Grunting softly at the pain, Alfred relaxed as soon as he could fully lean back on the pillows, sighing out with a quiet shudder of pain. Eyeing the pills, the younger man nodded lightly in response, and after Arthur left and he had gathered some more strength, he carefully reached over for both things with one hand.
Cautiously, once the glass was on his chest he reached over and took it with his other hand before he got the pills, and swallowing them quickly, he then drank the water, still amazingly thirsty. By the time that Arthur returned, he had finished off the rest of the liquid, and he looked up at him before setting the glass aside, eyeing the tray as it was sat on his lap.
Looking th esoup over, Alfred just took the spoon then stirred it a bit, letting it cool down a bit first because of how bubbly it was. "Thanks Arthur." He said contently, smiling. When the bubbling didnt calm down after a bit, he mentally shrugged and took a bite. ....Well...He'd eaten worse. Much worse. With that in mind, he began the process of carefully eating, making sure not to spill any of the soup.
After he was halfway done, he had to stop, feeling a bit nauseous, and he carefully sat back with a content sigh at his stomache at least having something in it.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jan 23, 2011 22:50:44 GMT
Noting that the glass was empty again, Arthur frowned. "Thirsty?" He asked. Well, at least the soup would help a little, and Arthur didn't mind refilling the glass as often as needs be. He'd have to see if there was a bottle or something he could give Alfred for over night so that he didn't end up waking up with out anything to drink.
Picking up his spoon, Arthur carefully held his bowl with one hand and ate with the other, not wanting to make a mess. He really wasn't that hungry, but he ate anyway, matching Alfred spoonful for spoonful, in an attempt to encourage the other blonde to eat. He frowned a little when Alfred stopped, though, looking at him.
"Is that all you're going to eat?" He asked, tilting his head a little. He'd seen a little bit of Alfred's appetite in the time that he'd spent with him, but he'd never seen him eat so little. There hadn't been that much soup to begin with. "Is it hurting?" He asked a little cautiously, wondering if that was stopping Alfred from eating. Either way, he wasn't particularly satisfied, and still worried about the young man in his care. Perhaps if he couldn't eat any more, Arthur would try and feed him again in an hour or so. Little and often, that way Alfred wouldn't realise how much he was eating.
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