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Post by John Blake on Sept 1, 2012 12:58:29 GMT -5
He felt like a child, and he hated the feeling. He never had a chance to be a child...so naturally it felt alien and not natural. He looked up at Bruce, a few more tears leaking from his eyes. He saw Bruce on the edge of tears, and it was hard to believe what he said. If he truly believe without a doubt she would live...he wouldn't be crying...He gave no response, except to sniff in, and wince in pain.. |
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Post by brucewayne on Sept 1, 2012 13:08:09 GMT -5
Bruce sighed and gently peeled off the bandage around John's abdomen. He injected the numbing serum before John could protest and began resewing when he was sure the numbing had settled in and taken effect. His fingers shook slightly, but he steadied them by making his mind go blank. He thought of nothing, pushed away the blaring of the machine. He refused to let anything distract him from his task. |
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Post by John Blake on Sept 1, 2012 13:14:50 GMT -5
He winced at the needle, hating the feeling of nothingness it caused. He listened to the machine, it seemed to get louder. More tears fell. Will it ever stop blaring? He thought silently, pain going through his heart like a knife... [/color] ((UGH So short. Sorry!)) |
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Post by brucewayne on Sept 1, 2012 13:22:49 GMT -5
( no worries!  I like it. )
Just as Bruce finished sewing the machine stopped, driving the hospital into silence. Everyone seemed to hold their breath, wondering if the heart in room 283 still beat or if it had stopped forever. Bruce bit his lip. A few moments went by and then RING, RING, RING, RING, RING, RING. At the last possible moment Bruce's finger pressed down against the phone to pick up the call. "Took you long enough." Wheezed a voice he knew and he let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding a smile stretching his face. |
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Post by John Blake on Sept 1, 2012 13:29:20 GMT -5
He flinched as the machine stopped. He looked up the the ceiling above them, not caring as Bruce finished the stitching. He didn't have a new wrap around him yet, and the pale twisted scar from Amelia's knife, what seemed like years ago, but was only a few months, stared silently around the room. He looked at Bruce's phone as it rang. He couldn't see the caller ID, but as Bruce smiled, he knew it was Amelia. He forced himself from the bed, wincing as he walked to the door, breaking into a run as he reached the door. He got looks from several nurses as he ran around with nothing covering his scared torso. He slid down the hall, nearly missing her door as he did so. He forced himself into the room, some more blood was dripping from the gash on his face, and the fresh stitching at his side cried a few maroon tears as he saw her, a grin spreading across his tear stained face... [/color] |
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Amelia Raven Blake
not broken, just bent
I may be able to see your future, but only you can change it.
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Post by Amelia Raven Blake on Sept 1, 2012 13:36:31 GMT -5
Despite the fact she had just died and was hooked up to several machines when John came into the room Amelia shot from the bed and threw her arms around his neck. Her lips brushed his neck as she murmured that she loved him, forever and always. She stepped away, her arms still around his neck. Her eyes were shining as she gently kissed his lips, her finger brushing the edge of the slash, clearing away the blood. |
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Post by John Blake on Sept 1, 2012 13:47:28 GMT -5
He smiled and put his arms around her, holding him up against her. He kissed her forehead as her lips brushed his neck. He repeated her words softly, holding her in a tight, yet gentle embrace. He wasn't going to let her go... He gently kissed her back, softly lifting her and carrying her to the hospital bed again, setting her on it, still kissing her. He had winced as her finger brushed along the gash, but he kept his lips on hers. He never wanted to let her go. Not now. Not before. Not ever.. [/color] |
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Amelia Raven Blake
not broken, just bent
I may be able to see your future, but only you can change it.
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Post by Amelia Raven Blake on Sept 1, 2012 13:54:50 GMT -5
Amelia pulled away a bit and leaned her forehead against his, smiling at him. She caressed the cheek that didn't have the gash. They had been through so much together, and never once had they let the other fall. Because somehow, someway they would always find each other. There had been shaky parts in their past, when they thought they'd fall to their knees and never get up. But the other had been right there ready to help. Ready to be a shoulder to lean on. And nothing mattered now. Not that she had said no in the beginning. Not that she had nearly died many times for him. Not that she had nearly killed him. Not that there was one broken rule. Nothing. None of those bad thoughts mattered anymore. It was just them. Just the two, Amelia and the love of her life, and the happiness shining in her perfect blue orbs. And three powerful words as they slid from her beaming lips. |
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Post by John Blake on Sept 1, 2012 14:08:04 GMT -5
He smiled gently at her, kissing her nose. She was all that matter. He had been on the brink of death for her. Been nearly killed by her. He had suffered through the worst torture for her, though she didn't know. He had helped her, when she never asked him to. He was at her side whenever he was needed. She was there for him, through it all. She had done recklace things to keep him alive, nearly costing her own life in the process. He had one broken rule [/b] but he knew it would be alright. He would kill for her...all she would need to do was say the word. He kissed her gently, smiling against the lips of the only other person in the world that mattered....his love...his heart....his Amelia....[/center][/color] |
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I like it. ) 
