One Broken Rule ~::Robin & Amelia::~

[Amelia Raven Blake]

Amelia sighed, "I'm still threatening to shove a painkiller down your throat." She muttered teasingly. Then sighed again and muttered that her chest hurt. Sully had impaled her with glass...it had hurt like hell but not worse then the torture Liam Henshaw had put her through. That had hurt worse then any hell she knew of. She didn't want to think of that, because she feared that if she did then somehow, someway he'd come back for her. Or for John. That was something she wouldn't be able to deal with.

Bruce sighed and ran a hand through his dark hair. "The numbing has obviously rubbed off now...John you need to take a painkiller. Amelia's going to kill you if you don't, you know she will." He arched a knowing brow at his partner. [/blockquote]

[John Blake]

He smiled at her teasing, then a frown replaced it as she said her chest hurt. "I'll do whatever it takes to help you, as soon as I get to you again." He said softly, and he meant it.

He looked up a Bruce, knowing Amelia would hear him, no matter how he tried to hide it, so he didn't bother. "Bruce. I don't want the numbing. I deserve this... I broke your one rule. I'll somehow manage to keep Amelia from shoving anything down my throat." He muttered it all on a soft undertone.

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[Amelia Raven Blake]

Amelia sighed softly as she listened to the words he had spoken to Bruce. "You're really going to try and stop me?" She winced slightly once more, finding it hard to speak as a circle of blood appeared at where Sully's glass had embedded into her lung. She sucked in a strong breath and let it back out, it hurt...it was hard to breath. Worry flashed through her, would she get to see John again? She wondered that question as breathing became harder. She tried to hide her struggle as she murmured, her voice hoarse, "You don't deserve it John...Not now...not ever."

[John Blake]

He heard the pain in her voice, and all of his agony melted into one emotion. Worry He looked at Bruce, slight panic in his normally placid muddy brown eyes. "Amelia...I'm coming for you. Right now....if I have to walk all the way to the hospital from here. So be it. But I am coming." He forced himself up from the couch.

Agony ran through him, a red splotch appearing in his side. He clutched his side with one hand, the other shakily holding the phone to his ear so he could hear her. He wobbled through the door, moving his hand from his side to grope for the keys to Bruce's car....

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[Amelia Raven Blake]

Amelia felt her eyes growing heavy when she couldn't breath right. She tried to speak but her mouth opened and no words came out. She gasped in a breath as the red on the gauze become darker. She couldn't breath. The realization hit her. She sputtered for breath, her finger pressing down the end call button as the phone slipped from her hand, her eyes slid closed, her head lolling back against the against her shoulder, her hand thumping down against the phone that had slipped from her fingers...but she handed pressed it hard enough and when the machine started to blare the noise went right through the phone...

Bruce jumped when he heard the blaring noise coming from the phone from the foyer where he was reaching into his pocket to grab his keys. His eyes went wide and the name of the cousin that was more of a sister slipped from his lips, horror flashing through his dark orbs. [/blockquote][/color]

[John Blake]

He shouted her name into the phone, past the blaring machine. He limped down the stairs and started to run for the hospital, tears springing to his eyes. He ran harder, the red splotch in his side growing as new blood dripped across the line on his face. Waiting for Bruce would take to long. His breath quickly became short, but he didn't slow. Dark spots appeared in his vision, yet he would not stop. He continued to run, harder, pushing himself to reach her. He needed her. He needed to make sure she would make it out.

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[brucewayne]

Bruce slammed his foot onto the excelerator of the car, shooting down the street, skidding to a stop, getting out and running to Blake whom he grabbed around the shoulders and pushed back to the car. He shoved him down into the passengers seat and threw himself around the car and into the driver's seat, snapping in both his and John's seatbelts knowing his friend wouldn't, going as fast as he could. He did a sharp left and swerved into the hospital. He got out and nearly tripped over his feet. Inside the hospital nurses and doctors swarmed Amelia's room trying to bring her back.

[John Blake]

He couldn't breath. Only one thing on his mind. He got out of the car, running to the hospital, tripping on the concrete side walk. He hit the ground hard, splitting his lip and he clawed his way back to his feet.

He ran into the hospital. He shouted out, where was she. One said a room name and he began dragging himself up the stairs...[/center][/color]

[brucewayne]

Bruce ran after him. He grabbed his shoulders. "John..." He said quietly gripping his shoulders to prevent him from going any further. "John, I swear to you she is not going to die. I promise..." Bruce felt his eyes prickle with tears as he said, his voice cracking, worry flashing through his dark orbs. "She's going to make it...I promise.

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[John Blake]

He struggled against Bruce's grip. But he didn't have the energy or strength, or maneuverability, to get away. Agony was tearing through his heart as he couldn't get to her. "I....I hope you're right..." His shoulder slackened, but the damage had been done to him. He had popped out the stitches in his side, and they were sputtering small bursts of blood again. There was a new sheen on blood in the slice from his eyebrow across the his jawline, some crimson liquid dripping down. He felt hot tears prick his eyes. He had always held them back, especially when Bruce was there. But he couldn't hold them back, not when his Amelia was on the line. Crystal tears rolled silently from his eyes, burning along the gashed right side, there it was low enough for the tears to drip into it. They rolled down undisturbed on the other side, occasionally accompanied by a ruby drip of metallic blood.... John Robin Blake, cried.....

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[Amelia Raven Blake]

Bruce sighed. "John...She's going to make it. I promise.

[/b][/i]" Bruce knew that John didn't cry around him and yet there were those tears sliding down his face burning through the slash across his face. He wished he knew how to comfort his friend, but he was unable to offer any sort of comfort. [/blockquote][/color]

[John Blake]

He nodded, the tears still cutting wet lines down his cheeks. His knees wobbled slightly. He remembered carrying her to the hospital, getting his foot run over by a truck and scaring several people in the waiting room. Admitting his love for Amelia to a little boy. His knees almost buckled there, but Bruce's firm grip on his shoulders held him there. Another few tears glistened along his cheeks as a red splotch appeared in the white cotton bandage around his bare stomach, the only thing covering anything of his torso...

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[brucewayne]

Bruce swallowed slightly and muttered, "You need medical attention...right now...

[/b][/i]" He led his friend up the stairs to the next floor and looked around, taking in the vacant hallway, the machine blare (a floor higher) carrying down into the floor where John and Bruce were. Bruce led John into a room where he pushed him down onto a bed. He raided the drawers and found what he needed to stitch the wounds back together. [/blockquote][/color]

[John Blake]

A wince passed his face as Bruce pushed him into a room. Tears fell more rabidly as the machine taunted him, teased his heart. Sent agony through him. He didn't argue about it like he normally would have. He buried his face in his hands, blood and tears dripping onto them. His shoulders shook silently, his ears ringing with the sound of the blaring machine. Images of her smiling, laughing, teasing face flashed behind his eyes, steadily bringing more tears...

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[brucewayne]

Bruce looked at him and sighed. He went over and took his hands from his face. "Look at me John,

[/i][/b]" He said firmly. "She. Is. Not. Going. To. Die.[/i][/b]" Bruce had tears sparkling in his own dark eyes, threatening to leak down his face. Neither Bruce nor John were ones to cry and yet here they were...John completely in tears and Bruce himself close to it. One person had caused this, one beautiful person that they were both so very close to. [/blockquote][/color]