Shae
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Post by Shae on Aug 11, 2005 6:46:53 GMT
The ghost came hurtling up the many flights of stairs to the Hospital Wing, one girl and one floating lycan in toe.
She was going so fast that she snapped out her arm when she reached the door and it flew open to admit the other two following her.
With care she allowed the lycan she had been "carrying" down onto one of the beds. A chair came to it's side for the other girl, and the phantom hurried to a stove where she made soup for the other people in the Hospital Wing.
She chose a clean bowl and hurriedly motioned for different containers to pour into it. Stock, herbs, vegetables, and some pounded, constantly marinating meat.
Soon she had a broth, and brought the bowl over to the bed and, with a wooden spoon, gently put a little of the broth in his mouth.
"If that doesn't help in any little way, I haven't made it right. Damn it, would you just bloody well live!" She said, and the spoon came out of the mouth again.
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Madden
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Post by Madden on Aug 11, 2005 18:23:23 GMT
Madden was shaking, not from cold but from fear. She knew the feeling of death, she knew it was close, and coming closer. Unaware of the fact that she was nearly naked, she sat in the chair by his beadside, holding his hand, whispering to him,
"Xavier, please don't die. Please. We need you. I need you. Don't die. Please, just stay with us. Stay with me."
She could feel the tears burning her eyes, unaware of when they started, not caring. She still didn't know what to do, but she didn't want to look away, didn't want to leave his side, for fear what might happen. She held his hand, she stroked his arm, she laid her head down on his chest to feel the beating of his heart, she everything she could to try to keep physical contact, hoping it would be enough.
"Please..."
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Xavier
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Post by Xavier on Aug 11, 2005 22:21:19 GMT
Cold...so...cold...The single thought ran through Xavier's mind as he shivered, nerves completely shot, on the bed in the Hospital Wing. He was drifting in and out of consciousness, and he had no idea how he had arrived at the Hospital Wing with Shae and Madden by his side. As Shae brought him the hot broth and poured it down his throat, he chocked and sputtered on the liquid. His throat burned from the soup, but he couldn't do anything to stop it. He could feel the liquid scalding the inside of his throat, inflaming it slightly. He began wheezing from his throat constricting. He tried to message Shae. Too...hot...Shae...But that was all he could get out to her. His body felt so weak, so devoid of energy. He felt Madden's presence beside him, her eyes tearing in fear. He felt her hand on his arm, her head on his chest...but just barely. He let out a weak, quiet moan. OOC: May I remind you, Madden, that Xavier is practically naked, too? I mean, he's wearing less than she is.
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Shae
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Post by Shae on Aug 11, 2005 22:31:27 GMT
The ghost didn't have a real head for the words to appear in, but she got them all the same.
The ghost blew, ever so gently, across the top of the bowl. With the ether following the breath, that would be enough.
She let dipped the spoon into the much cooler broth, and as that went into his mouth, she called for a blanket from the linen cupboard.
"We need to keep him warm. I can only give him warm things, if I touch him, I'll make it worse." She said to Madden.
A couple of hot water bottles were filling in the sink from the phantom's direction, she was keeping an eye on them. When they were full, she ordered them closed and they also flew over to keep Xavier warm.
"There are things worth dying for, but damn it if there aren't some things that are really worth living for." She said, dipping the spoon back into the broth.
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Madden
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Post by Madden on Aug 12, 2005 8:02:20 GMT
(OOC:I know that! Why do you think she's keeping so close? jk) Madden nodded to Shae, understanding how important it was to keep him warm. She arranged the blanket and the hot water bottles around and over him, her hand never leaving his. Her tears had stopped, but she continued shaking, continued praying to a god that didn't exist. What else could she do? Maddden hated to feel so helpless...
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Ferrion
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Post by Ferrion on Aug 12, 2005 8:45:46 GMT
Ferrion stirred. From a bed near the back of the room, a figure inhaled deeply, coming out of nowhere. Silver eyes snapped to the crying girl in the corner, a prayer she had sent ringing in her ears. He was sitting up straight, dove-like white wings folded behind his back loosely, draping over the sides of the bed. The angel touched the floor with his feet, stretching his wings out towards the sky as he walked over.
Was the angelic figure intruding? Ferrion looked to Madden, then to Shae, then letting his eyes rest on the limp form of Xavier. Flicking his head up in a fashion that tossed the hair from his face as he looked to Shae, he held his hands out in a questioning manner. "What's going on?" The voice didn't seem to be from this realm, yet echoed crisply through the room, the softly spoken words like wind chimes gently singing on a warm summer breeze.
The attire Ferrion wore was rather unique; the ivory white pants adorned with belts and straps of the same color on different angles, showing none of the weightless fabric up to just before his knees. There it gave away to a baggy design, few pockets on the sides of the semi-wrinkled pant legs. He wore no shoes or socks at the time, either, his bare feet barely visible underneath the edge of his pants. The skin-tight sheer material muscle shirt seemed almost designed for a female body-type; comtpletely form-fitting with a white tank-top like piece attatched to it underneath.
"Maybe I could help," Ferrion lowered his hands to his sides, long nails raking the leather belts just below his hip. Yet again the angel was woken up from a peaceful slumber - perhaps from the prayer Madden had made, or the tears she had cried. It didn't really matter to him anyways, what he was concerned about was Xavier's life, even if the man was a stranger.
OOC: If you don't want me here, I'll poof. Just let me know.
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Post by Madden on Aug 12, 2005 20:22:13 GMT
Madden heard the voice and jumped, looking around. She leaned closer to Xavier lying helpless on the bed. Taking in his appearance, Madden thought he looked slightly forbidding, which didn't much help her trust him. "How can you help?" she asked, cautiously yet sharply.
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Shae
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Post by Shae on Aug 13, 2005 1:12:57 GMT
The ghost hadn't been so surprised to see the angel, she just hated that she was.
She had seen someone a lot like him a long time ago, when she had died.
"I'm not at all sure I'm glad to see you, and I wonder how you plan to help." She said warily.
"But there isn't a force that can stop you save God himself." The phantom was a believer, but had chosen to stay behind for a while, make up for a wasted life as it were.
Heaven, she knew, was waiting as truly as hell was.
She sighed and nodded at Madden in as reassuringly a way as she could, and motioned for the angel to do what he would.
She knew when she had run out of ideas, but she fed another spoonful of soup down Xavier's throat.
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Post by Xavier on Aug 18, 2005 5:18:51 GMT
He could feel them. He could really feel them. They were there. Just presences in his mind, standing over him, caring for him, praying for him. Then, another arrived. This one was different, brighter.
Inside Xavier's mind, a battle raged. Good and evil, light and dark, clashed on a mighty battlefield on the vast plains of the world beyond his own. They fought in the name of their own beliefs, and Xavier knew that whomever won, he would follow. If good, light, was the victor, he would return to his own world - live to see the sunrise of another day. However, if evil, darkness, was the victor, it would carry his soul to the depths beyond comprehension. Blackness would consume him, eat away at his soul, drive him insane and keep him there for all eternity.
On this battlefield, Xavier picked out two creatures among all the others. One, a beautiful, midnight black wolf, represented good. The other, a mangled, enraged werewolf creature, represented evil. The wolf changed form to a beautiful young woman in a sheer black dress, holding a long, thin silver sword in her right hand. Xavier gasped as he looked into her eyes. His soul felt a chill fall over it. The woman's icy blue eyes and jet black hair! It was Sealla! Fighting for him! Xavier felt like crying. As he looked towards the werewolf, he saw the same blue eyes, but tortured, enraged, mad beyond belief. The werewolf snarled and leapt at the woman, who quickly held up her sword to guard against the creature's attack. The beast slashed at the woman, striking her sword, causing sparks to fly. The woman lunged forward with incredible grace at the werewolf, who leapt into the air and over the woman. If Xavier had been conscious, he would have been surely crying. Sealla's two different sides - her good and her evil - were fighting over him. Xavier sobbed inside his mind's eye. He prayed for his mate's love to prevail, to succeed in vanquishing the beast. Unbeknownst to him, Xavier's grip tightened on Madden's hand, trying to surge his energy into her. He could feel everyone trying to help revive him, but he knew that it was not up to them.
You must win, my dear. Love will always prevail.
Back in reality, Xavier's eyes began to glaze over. His emotions inside were seeping out to his real self, visible for all to see.
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Post by Madden on Aug 19, 2005 6:51:34 GMT
Madden's eyes widened. He was responding! She felt his hand tighten around hers, as if he were trying to hold on, if not to her than at least to something. She kept up with what she had been doing, her efforts and hope renewed.
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Post by Ferrion on Aug 19, 2005 11:32:47 GMT
Ferrion was silent as he glided over to the side of the bed, long slender fingers caressing Xavier's forehead. The man's eyes had glazed over, lost in his own mind where the lycan only knew what was happening. It seemed that the student didn't trust him, and by all means, she had a right to find the stranger untrustworthy.
Upon noticing Madden was barely clothed, Ferrion didn't dare look up at her. It was almost rude to let your gaze fall upon someone dressed in the manner that she was, and it made the angel feel almost uncomfortable. Shifting his weight onto his other leg, he pulled a few strands of hair from his brow to set his attention entirely on the unconscious man below him.
Closing his eyes, a silver liquid began to form under his eyelashes. slowly rolling down the angel's cheek, it rested at his chin as the trail it left behind melted back into his flesh. An overly long finger nail brushed the silver tear, eyes opening half-way as he guided the hand over to Xavier's chest. Leaning over just a little more, his face hovered over Xavier's, hand poised over the tender flesh with the silver tear resting on the tip of a finger nail.
Breath as cold as ice hugged the lycan's face and neck, lips parted as he studied the dead features. Unblinking, he lowered his index finger so it was almost touching the space above Xavier's heart. Wings stretched out to envelop the bed and the other two in the room in its shadow. The tear fell, dropping solidly against the flesh, absorbing into the skin like a dry sponge soaks up water. In an instant, it was gone.
The tear of an angel was a beautiful and rare thing; only someone who the being truly felt needed a blessing of true light and forgiveness from God. The hand stroked Xavier's cheek, a smile, however faint, made its way to his face. Lips moved, breath crept past, but no words could be heard. The words were meant for Xavier, and Xavier alone could hear them in the dark depths where he had fallen to.
"Wake up, and come back into this world."
The tear, Ferrion knew, would let Xavier's inner turmoil end with righteousness, and a feeling of peace to rest on his cold form. There was nothing the angel would do for the frigid temperature of the male, for he found no reason to help with something that could be treated with the aid of the lycan's friends.
As for Madden's lack of clothing, Ferrion rose and turned his back to the child. Without a word, he grabbed a small square from one of the bandages left to hang from his arms and tore a small amount of the end off of the white cloth. Snapping his fingers and holding the arm out just a little from his body, palm facing upwards, a cloak of grey hung from the fingers of the angel.
It had the emroidery of celtic knot-work designs adorning the cuffs and the edges, the thread for them made of pure silver and gold, the cloak buttoning up at the front by a set of hidden buttons on the underside of the outfit. The buttons went straight from the mandarin-design collar to the floor with a small amount of space between them. It would be Madden's perfect size; comfortably hugging her features until it flared out into something that might resemble a dress if the material wasn't so thick, reaching the floor just lightly if Madden were to stand straight while wearing it.
Ferrion glided over to Madden, holding it out to her with a bowed head, eyes averted, acting as polite as possible to the child. "I beg your pardon," he began in a quiet tone, not moving, "but I noticed your current attire, so I hoped that this might come to be of use to you, m'lady." His voice never rose in level, nore faded to become quiet. Hopefully, the child would take the gift he offered and dressed, so he felt a little more comfortable in the room.
OOC: So sorry it took me this long to post. Muse died for Ferrion. *immitates the hand gesture for a bug splatting on a windsheild with the 'Squ-ISH' noise*
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Post by Madden on Aug 21, 2005 6:26:41 GMT
Madden saw the cloak and stilled. It would be Madden's perfect size... She could tell just by looking at it, and it was making her dizzy. She could remember now-the tight cotton and denim hugging her curves, the tiny little-girl dresses, the different things they used to make her wear. This one looked like the long, black veil-robe. That one had been a favorite. She closed her eyes in horror, trying to block out what she was seeing. It was still there, vivid and detailed as ever. While her eyes were shut tight, she had braught her legs up in front of her and wrapped her arms around them without realising it. She would have started rocking, but she kept herself from it. Biting down on her tongue, she taste blood and moved to her ip, opening an old scar there as well. Tears formed at her eyes but did not spill over. 'Hold it in, Billy. Don't let it get you. Hold it in...'
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Shae
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Post by Shae on Aug 21, 2005 10:19:43 GMT
"Sir, the silver will not help Xavier, and I think Madden is reacting to the dress." The girl said to the angel, quietly.
"Madden, there are some old robes in that cupboard, and you are still naked. None of the robes fit anyone any more, but they are comfortable enough, and suitabley covering." The ghost said to the girl before moving back to Xavier.
She bit her cheek and watched him, intently.
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Post by Madden on Aug 21, 2005 21:40:24 GMT
Madden opened her eyes at Shae's voice. Her words gave her hope. She stood, though slowly and trying to cover herself as much as possible. Taking a step toward said cupboard, she looked around her in fright. When satisfied that no one was looking, she hurried over to the cupboard and threw open the doors. She grabbed the biggest set of robes she could find and threw them on. they were old and smelled of dust, but that only soothed her. She went back to her seat and sat, tucking her legs under her. The robes were about twice as big as her normal ones, and she found such comfort in their folds. 'It's okay, Billy.' Once the chill had left her and she stopped shaking from the sudden flashbacks, she looked back down at Xavier.
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Post by Xavier on Aug 22, 2005 4:46:40 GMT
Voices...otherworldy powers at work.
Things were going on around Xavier that he had neither the energy nor the mental ability to comprehend at the moment. Xavier felt a presence. A significant one. He wasn't sure who it was, but this person gave off an aura that suggested that he or she wasn't here to haul him off to the great beyond. He knew his time hadn't run out yet.
Then...he felt a drop. It was cold...refreshing. Xavier heard a voice calling to him from what seemed like a whole different reality. It called him to wake up, to come back. But come back where? Xavier was very confused, but he listened. The voice seemed to guide his spirit out of the depths of the darkness that surrounded him. As he felt himself lifting off to return to the living world, Xavier looked down at the raging battle he had envisioned before. Standing alone on the top of the dead body of the werewolf, Sealla looked up, bloodied sword in hand. She smiled and a tear dropped out of her eye, then she waved silently and blew him a kiss. Xavier's heart began to feel warm again, and suddenly he felt air. He felt the bed beneath him. He felt the hot breath of the people around him and the cold chill of Shae's ether. He felt the worried eyes of Madden upon him and the cool atmosphere of the Hospital Wing. Suddenly Xavier's eyes snapped open and his lungs drew in a humungous breath of fresh air. He coughed and hacked as his body reaccustomed itself to the living world. He could feel his arms and legs again, feel his fingers move and his blood flow. He felt his heart beating and his muscles contracting.
It was good to be alive.
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