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Post by Alfred Jones on Feb 9, 2011 20:44:18 GMT
The hands just made him push them away, and he was easily tearing at the bandages. "Nonono I need to see! I need to make sure!" He responded. The hand on his chest got pushed away, and it was moments later that finally the bandages came off. Faintly he touched his stomache, and then his back, before another small whimper slipped out. However, he seemed to calm down at that, and slowly lay back again, rubbing his eyes.
"A-Arthur..?" He peered at him from under his hand, looking distressed. The pain, he always had it after that dream. Nevermind the bullet wounds, this mental pain was far worse from that dream. It was so...Screwed up, and he really wasn't sure if he should consider himself crazy. It was disgusting, normal people don't have this kind of dream..
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Feb 13, 2011 20:52:05 GMT
Arthur wasn't sure what exactly it was that Alfred needed to see, and he did his best not to allow Alfred to push him away, but even incapacitated with his wounds the younger man was considerably stronger than he was, so he had little luck. Frowning with worry, he sat back a little and watched as Alfred ripped the bandages off, wincing at the whimper, but relaxed a little when Alfred started to.
"I'm still here." He reassured him, leaning in again quickly and gently running his hands through his hair. "Are you all right?" Just what was the dream that had managed to disturb Alfred so much? Arthur was worried for him, even more than ever. "Can I do anything?" He glanced at Alfred's bare chest. He didn't really want to rip up more of his expensive embroidery cotton for bandages, but Alfred hadn't helped the healing process with the manic movements, and Arthur was even more reluctant to let him bleed to death. "Try and relax?"
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Post by Alfred Jones on Feb 14, 2011 10:01:47 GMT
The question made him pause, but he slowly nodded then. He had rubbed any tears that ha gathered in his eyes away, so there was none of that at least, and he slowly shook his head. "I..It's just a dream..." He mumbled, somewhat out of it, but he nodded at the suggestion. He lay still, relaxing slowly, then his eyes faintly closed as he relaxed further while he woke up more.
Finally his eyes opened once again, and he took the moment to kind of lift his head to survey any damage...Some stitches had pulled a bit, especially the one that had opened a bit earlier. The blood was pooling slower though as he relaxed, and he faintly breathed out. "S-sorry..." Alfred felt worse now, he was such a huge burden...He'd need to make sure to act well in teh next few days so he could get out of Arthurs hair.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Feb 15, 2011 19:12:11 GMT
Sighing at that, Arthur watched Alfred. Obviously it was just a dream. What he wanted to know was what it was about to make Alfred react like that, although he wouldn't ask. Not when it had upset Alfred so much, that was just asking for trouble. At least he finally seemed to be relaxing, and as he hadn't responded badly to him yet, Arthur gently stroked Alfred's soft blonde hair some more.
"You don't have to be sorry, it's not your fault." He quickly reassured him. "I still wish that you'd go to the hospital, but..." Sighing out, he moved his hand down to Alfred's chest, very carefully examining him. "I'm going to have to stitch these up again now." He murmured, quietly. "And you're not going to knock yourself out again like you did last time! I can give you some painkillers or a couple of shots of rum, but you'll just make them worse if you do that again, and they are starting to heal a little." He didn't want to do it immediately, though, as Alfred was still recovering from the shock of the dream.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Feb 15, 2011 19:38:38 GMT
Letting Arthur look at the wounds, Alfred frowned a little at him saying that and moreso when he said he couldn't knock himself. Still, for now he just gently gripped on the blanket, needing something to kind of ground him to reality. Eyes closing, he breathed in and out slowly. "Sorry about getting your stuff bloody..." he mumbled then.
He did feel bad about it--He was going to buy him new stuff if it killed him...As soon as he was able to get another job all of the cash was going to be going ot Arthur. Already he was going over the options and the highest paying jobs he could get quickly...Probably either one that had him working with computers, or one of th eheavy lifting ones..."When do you want to stitch em up..?"
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Feb 15, 2011 20:28:21 GMT
Seeing Alfred grip into the sheets, Arthur reached out to stroke Alfred's hand softly, just trying to help him relax. "Don't be daft, it's not too bad. Nothing that a wash won't fix." He reassured him, guessing that Alfred was feeling guilty. He didn't want Alfred to stress about something else that he didn't need to!
Sighing out, he considered Alfred's chest. "As soon as possible would probably be best, but... When you're able to take it." He told him, squeezing Alfred's hand lightly. "Just try and relax a little bit more for now. It'll be easier if you're not all tense anyway." He added, smiling at him. "Can I get you anything to help?" Arthur asked, trying to think of something he could do to distract Alfred. He didn't want him dwelling on the pain.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Feb 16, 2011 0:29:06 GMT
Alfred really doubted that, but for now he just made a noise, his eyes closing. Once the moment passed, he slowly relaxed again, resting his head to the side with a small breath of air before he looked up at Arthur. "Just do it so it's over with ok?"
He actually forced his body into a state of relaxation, his mind saying otherwise bt outwardly he did look quite calm indeed.Softly he shifted, and then finally he moved, gently tugging one of the broken thread bits out with a small noise. "That always feels weird.." he mumbled.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Feb 17, 2011 15:30:00 GMT
Sighing out at that command, Arthur nodded, stroking through Alfred's hair one more time, then pulling away. "I'll be as quick as I can. Do you want something first...?" Personally he would have taken the rum (and most of it too), but come to think of it he hadn't seen Alfred drink before.
Heading back over to the cabinet, he got everything out again, sterilising another needle on his lighter. "If you're going to keep making a mess of yourself, I should just go and raid the hospital." He teased, trying to lighten the mood. "Maybe I could steal some blood for you too, then." And maybe a doctor too, because heavens knew that his care was by no means the best. He could patch Alfred up, but that wasn't the same as making things right, and that was frustrating.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Feb 17, 2011 17:38:03 GMT
An appreciative sigh slipped out at what he said, but for now he just rest back, watching as Arthur move and what he was doing in a lazy way. Lightly he rubbed his thumb on the blanket he was holding, and then stuck his tongue out at him. "No way! People would think you were a vampire when you got caught."
He paused, then faintly chuckled at the image. "I can see the headlines, now..." Alfred murmured, sounding wistful before he paused and eyed him. "You'd tell me if you were a vampire, right..?" Okay, so he was trying to be amusing to make Arthur worry less, but still. The slightly pained breaths were probably giving him away.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Feb 17, 2011 20:02:16 GMT
"Not at all. I'd lure you into trusting me and then suck you dry." Arthur said, drying, smirking at Alfred. "What do you think? I'm not a vampire though." He put his hand into the sun shining through the window, showing him that he was all right. "See?"
Sitting down beside Alfred, he made sure he had everything ready, before starting to clean his wounds up for a start, pulling free the bits of torn thread. "Besides, don't assume that I'd get caught." He added, with a little huff, as he picked up the needle. He didn't give Alfred a warning, just got to work, with little, neat stitches. At least his practice meant that he could be quick as well as neat, and get it over and done with for Alfred.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Feb 18, 2011 0:09:20 GMT
A brow arched as Alfred eyed him suspiciously, but he did feel a bit better as he didn't burst into flames when the ray made contact. He hummed a little though, leaning his head back. "Mmn..I dunno, you seem like you'd be clumsy in a situation like that.." he teased, watching him still.
Even if he didn't warn him, Alfred was prepared for the pain. While he did hiss a bit, he just grit his teeth and bore through it, shivering faintly whenever the thread would pull through his skin to tighten up. He was silent the entire time, clenching his jaw so he wouldnt talk and suddenly bite his tongue, and when Arthur finished he felt a bit of nausea from the pain. "Mnngh...Finally.." he mumbled.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Feb 18, 2011 1:36:31 GMT
Arthur huffed at the reply. "I would not!" He was quick to complain, though Alfred probably was right. Arthur would never had admitted it though. If the situation was serious, he would have done it, and made sure that he did it right, but if it was like right now when they were just about getting by he'd have issues for some reason.
He felt bad for causing Alfred more pain on top of what he was already feeling, and concentrated, quickly getting to the last one and tying it off. "I'm sorry." He apologised quickly at the pained words, reaching over to stroke Alfred's hair again once he put the needle down. "Try not to tear them again, all right. Are you feeling sick?" He noticed that Alfred looked a little green, and wiped his brow worriedly.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Feb 18, 2011 17:06:16 GMT
Alfred just grinned, letting his head rest back as he snickered out a bit. "Mhmmm." He mumbled, closing his eyes again while he attempted to take his own mind off of the pain. "It'd make for a funny story at least." He murmured, then hissed softly at a nerve being hi by the needle.
The quickness was good and bad, because the quicker piercing got it done, but it just made him feel a bit more like vomitting. Grunting lightly in response, he just nodded and attempted to make himself relax again, his brow furrowing in concentration to not puke. "M-mkay...Can I have a bit of water?" the younger man requested, needing to at least wet his mouth and throat.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Feb 21, 2011 0:03:28 GMT
Seeing that Alfred looked a bit pale, Arthur nodded quickly at Alfred's request for water. "Stay there and try not to move too much." He warned him, touching his hand briefly, then grabbing the glass from the side and darting off. It took him less than two minutes to refill it and return, grabbing painkillers too, but when he did, he frowned at Alfred.
"I'm going to have to help you up again to drink." He said, hoping that it wouldn't hurt him too much, or make him feel any more nauseous. Sitting along side Alfred again, he put everything to one side, then gently slid his arm underneath him and pulled him up, as smoothly and gently as possible. Once he was settled against him, he handed him first the drugs, and then put the glass to his lips. "I'm going to have to get you a cup with a cap on it, a sports cap or something." He said. "Lifting you up like this can't be helping." If it had been under any other occasion he would have enjoyed the warmth and weight of Alfred's body against his, but like this...? Arthur would much rather be alone than have Alfred injured like this.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Feb 21, 2011 19:25:55 GMT
Nodding, Alfreds eyes just closed while he concentrated on not vomiting, and when Arthur returned he grunted a bit in responseto the other saying that. He didn't really like doing that, it made him feel worse about mooching on Arthur like this, just because he was a little injured...Still, he cooperated, and put the drugs in his mouth before accepting the water and managing to get them down, then just enjoying slight sips of the water.
The suggestion made him nod though, that was a good plan. Softly he hummed, glancing at him. "Sorry.." He murmured, finishing off the glass a bit slowly before he shifted to be let back down, his eyes closing again oncehe was. The drowsy feeling was starting to take over now and it was hard to stay completely conscious, and he barely opened his eyes to look on up to Arthur. "I think I need to nap.." He mumbled, closing his eyes again when another wave of nausea visited him. Really the thought creeped him out, but then again he didn't care if Arthur stayed or went, he just wanted to go to sleep for a bit.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Feb 23, 2011 17:07:15 GMT
Sighing out as Alfred apologised again, Arthur stroked his side lightly in an attempt to reassure him. "Don't apologise. It's fine." He didn't mind looking after Alfred, because at least he knew that he was safe. Besides, what other options were there? Alfred was refusing to go to the hospital, and there was no way that Arthur would just let him loose on the streets again like this. It wasn't like he was getting in the way of him doing work, and it wasn't too much of a bother to look after him, save for the mental toll of worrying about him so much.
Nodding at the murmur, Arthur slid away and tucked the blankets back up around him. "Will you be all right?" He asked. "No more nightmares?" He was worried about that now, and wondered if him being there would make things worse... or maybe even better. Still, there were other things that Arthur needed to do too, and he sighed again, looking away. "I guess I should go to the shop, though. If you wake and I'm not here, don't try and move, all right? I don't want you to fall without help here for you." He stroked his hands through Alfred's hair softly and smiled at him. "Sleep well, though."
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Post by Alfred Jones on Feb 24, 2011 9:17:55 GMT
The touches made him shiver because he was ticklish there, but he nodded faintly then, eyes opening slightly just to watch what he was doing curiously. Lightly he smiled at him though, attempting to look better than he felt, nodding. "I think I can deal with them." Well, somewhat anyway. He'd had to all the time before anyway.
"Mmkaay.." The younger man murmured, eyes falling closed once again while he let him stroke his hair, yawning out faintly to the side with a small nod. "Have fun.." he called, kind of meaning 'have fun getting a break from me bothering you', but it really was only ten minutes later and he was dead to the world, sleeping quietly as his hand moved, gripping on that same blanket from before. Luckily, this time it was a dreamless sleep though, so there was nothing to fear.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Feb 24, 2011 11:49:42 GMT
Smiling fondly with him, Arthur noticed the shiver, and moved his hand away, just resting it on his shoulder for now. He noticed that Alfred was trying to look better, and smiled back at him. He sat with Alfred until he fell asleep, and when he did kissed his forehead softly and tucked the blanket up around him to make sure that he wouldn't get cold.
Quickly he got ready to go out, wanting to get it done as quickly as possible so that Alfred wouldn't wake without him there. He checked that he had his keys and wallet, and a bag to put things in before leaving. After the short walk to the shop, he stocked up on bandages and painkillers, as well as some vitamins to help Alfred deal with the lack of blood. He also stocked up on food, getting plenty of fruit remembering how Alfred had enjoyed the smoothie he'd made, and some soup as well.
Pleased with that, he returned, after only having been out for half an hour or forty five minutes. He peeked in to check on Alfred, then went to unpack. Once everything was tidy to his satisfaction, he sat down behind his desk to write.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Feb 24, 2011 19:34:19 GMT
As it was, Alfred was completely out of it, just softly gripping on the blanket a bit harder once in awhile. He didn't even stir once during the time he was gone, and while Arthur wrote, he only moved enough to change which way his head was facing. It took around another three hours for him to finally wake up, and he mentally groaned at the familiar feeling of needing to use the restroom once again.
Vaguely wondering if Arthur was here, sleepy eyes glanced towards the door, staring at it as if it'd reveal to him that answer, before finally he lifted his blankets a bit to peek. There was only dried blood now, very small stains of it, and nodding lightly, he pushed with his feet slowly to sit up and back against the pillows. "Arthur..?"
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Feb 25, 2011 12:12:21 GMT
When he finished his article, Arthur came to check on Alfred, but seeing that he was still asleep, left him. Returning to the sitting room, he curled up with a book, lazily flicking through the pages while he waited for Alfred to wake. There were other things that he should be doing - he could have tidied up, or done some more work on his book, but he felt lazy after working, and wanted to just relax for a bit, and try and forget his worry for Alfred.
He heard Alfred moving and looked up from his book, unsure if Alfred was just moving in his sleep or had finally woken up. But when he heard his name, he smiled and stood up, leaving his book behind on the sofa. He padded through to the sitting room and perched on the bed again. "Morning, sleepy head." He teased gently. Reaching out, he stroked Alfred's sleep tousled hair, brushing it out for him. "How're you feeling? Any better?"
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