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storyseeker) wrote2017-09-14 09:28 pm
storyseeker) wrote2017-09-14 09:28 pmIC Contact (Hadriel)
This is Elena. Leave a message, and I'll get back to you as soon as possible.
storyseeker) wrote2017-09-14 09:28 pm
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[She grumbles as she takes his hand, presses it firmly against the swab where hers just was, and lets him hold it as she moves to retrieve a pair of scissors they'd scrounged up. They aren't particularly sharp, but they'll get the job done. Still, she's careful to avoid getting the blades too close to his skin, glancing up periodically to see how he's doing.]
If the thing that did this is still out there, other people are in danger.
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[He says and means it, because the situation could be a lot sexier than it is. Bleeding all over your wife kind of puts a damper on the mood.
As Elena begins to cut the shirt open, more claw marks are brought to light: jagged and slashing over his chest and stomach, scraping up his arms and shoulders, as if from an animal that didn't want to let go and would have preferred he withstand as much damage as possible before keeling over. Nate hisses through his teeth as she peels the fabric away from his skin.]
It's definitely still out there. Hurt, though. And easily deterred by someone putting up a fight.
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[Ha. She'll be doting on him for a while because of this, whether he likes it or not.]
Then we need to warn people. [She tries to be gentle but thorough as she begins cleaning the newly revealed wounds, swallowing her discomfort at the sight. She's seen worse, he's dealt with worse. There's no way she can avoid hurting him entirely, but better he feels it now than deal with infection later.] God. I didn't think we had to worry about vampires here too. Or really inefficient cannibals.
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Vampire might be more accurate. The teeth were...
[He trails off with a grimace. She can see the handiwork on his neck, anyway.]
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Yeah. I know.
[She sighs and closes her eyes for a moment before giving his arm a squeeze.]
We've faced worse than than this before—back home and here. We'll handle it.
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He knows that's not really an upside.]
Good thing I got you here.
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[She should probably get him a clean shirt and something to drink, after the blood loss, but she stays where she is, leaning in closer and taking comfort in his presence.]
You know it's the same for me, right? I'm lucky to have you with me.
[Here, in their world—she's not really thinking about one or the other. Maybe it's overly serious of her, but with him apparently having another near-death experience not so long after they nearly lost each other for other reasons, it feels necessary to say it.]
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[He hums, and a hand tacky with drying blood curls around her elbow, squeezing gently. It's as much movement as he feels like he can manage now, with the adrenaline cooling and the air tasting less like iron and more like whatever shampoo she used in her hair last night.]
Yeah. [It helps to hear these things. He knows he would have killed to hear someone say that to him, once upon a time. He knows he's lucky to hear her say it now.] I love you.
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[Hearing these words, saying them back—it doesn't provide them any real protection in a place like this. They're not magic words, even if sometimes they feel like it. But they mean something all the same.
She gives it a moment longer, letting them both feel the closeness, before she moves to stand.]
You sit back and relax now. I've got it from here.
[Time to get some fresh water to clean his hands and see to whatever comes next. Burning his shirt, maybe.]