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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Jan 4, 2011 14:06:59 GMT -5
Gloria sighed before removing the hand from her forehead. She looked at Kris's mutant-arm and got two of her colleagues to help hold the blond down. Gloria smiled at Kris, " This is gonna hurt like a bitch, but I don't want you flailing around too much." She said and the two other nurses looked at Gloria with an 'I'm ready' face. Gloria went to Kris's arm and looked at it for a second so she could figure out were she needed to re-break it and how she would do so. Gloria sighed again and grabbed Kris's arms before a loud snap was heard and Gloria moved the now broken part of Kris's arm into it's proper place. The nurses put some ice on it to help the swelling as Gloria ordered somebody to get her an IV and some other junk she yelled. Kris needed to get some nutrient in him, and it would help when he throat was healed, then he could actually be forced to eat food which would help with is growing ammonia or whatever else he had gotten from being down in the dungeons.
Augusta wasn't sprinting to the ER part of the hospital, he had to limp there just a little. He had been running and carrying shit and beating up people and such that his bad knee was giving out on him. It stung but it wasn't out of place or anything, it just liked to give the Frenchman trouble sometimes. Johnny followed behind, making sure Augusta stayed warm so he didn't have to get something amputated off because of frostbite. Augusta heard Gloria's voice and headed in that direction. When he got to Kristopher's room, Gloria was bossing people around and so he had to limp-dodge around people in order to actually get into the room.
When he was in there he hesitated to go towards the blond, but eventually made up his mind and walked to the bed once the nurses were done examining and were just following Gloria's orders. Augusta stayed mostly out of the way, he leaned up against the bed next to Kris's head and watched the nurses go back and forth, getting an IV, putting it into Krissy's arm, getting wrapping and blankets and this and that and the other. Augy looked down at his love and pushed some blond/red bangs out of the boys face before he walked over to the window and pushed the curtain across it halfway, giving the nurses light but making it dark enough were Kris wasn't nearly blinded.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Jan 4, 2011 21:12:55 GMT -5
Pain, nothing new in the world of Kristopher and luckily, he took the re-breaking rather well. He was half out of it anyways, and so he wasn't really caring what was going on all around him. He didn't cause any trouble either as his arm was set and a cast being applied, IVs and all the other lovely suppiles being stick in him and the like.
All of this was very good, but what the blond wanted more then anything was a bath. But right now, that wasn't possible and he would probably drown anyways he if got into water. His poor legs were like noodles and a broke arm, well, that would help him sink like a rock.
His eyes opened and closed off and on during all the process before he finally took notice of Augusta. His two colored eyes looked at him, grateful that his bangs where out of his face, though he didn't care too much about the window.
Snow was always blinding no matter what, but his eye weren't burning so he supposed it was good. Turning his head to the side, he continued to watch Augusta while the nurses did their jobs. Feeling a slight ping on his head, he raised a hand to touch whatever it was that pinged. Kristopher's hand was pushed away by a young woman. "Don't touch that, I just finished searching your head..." she sighed.
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Jan 4, 2011 22:27:27 GMT -5
Augusta stood by the window and looked out at the snow, his face a void of emotion, he was staring blankly out at the weather. After Gloira had her way and the nurses were doing the things she had told them to do, and things were winding down, she went around the bed and over to Augusta. She touched his upper arm lightly looking at his blank face, which was now covered in a very clear emotion, guilt. Gloria sighed and the had a very soft conversation with Augusta.
"Is.... Is there anything I can get you Augusta?"
"Not really..."
"Positive?"
"Uh.... I don't know..."
"I'll get you some warm water and shampoo."
"W--what? Why?"
"... And a washcloth... I'll be back..."
"G--Gloria!"
The Head nurse walked to the door and then motioned at Kris by nodding her head in his direction. Augusta looked at Kris and then back to the window, with a sigh he closed the curtain fully and turned to face the blond gone ginger. He sat there for a second before letting his gaze fall to the floor. Guilt was like a huge black cloud looming over him, and for now he was basically a zombie, except he didn't want brains he wanted forgiveness. Even though he didn't deserve it at all. Ever.
Gloria came back into the room with a big bowl of steaming water and a washcloth and some shampoo. She sat them down on the small table next to Kristopher, and then looked at the blond. " Sit up... Augy's going to do you a favor..." she said and pulled the pillows out from behind him and she supported him and pushed him forward so he could sit up on his own with her other arm. Augusta walked over to the side Gloria was on and patted Augy on the back, " Watch the stitches on the head-wound dear, cause if you break 'em, you're gonna re-do 'em..." she said and walked out of the room, softly closing the door behind her.
Augusta put a bit of shampoo in the water, putting the washcloth into the water before mixing it around. The water was hot, but Augy put himself through the heat, maybe he was punishing himself for what he did. He knew he was only worthy of pain for the rest of his days, it's a taste of 'his' own medicine.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Jan 4, 2011 22:40:41 GMT -5
Kristopher, with the help of Gloria, managed to set up. Then he leaned back against the pillows behind him. Ah yes, the drugs where making him relaxed and he wasn't feeling so much pain anymore.
He looked towards Gloria with an odd experssion and then towards Augusta who looked so out of place right now. Normally, the blond would be concerned but right now, he could careless. His brain was too much on a drug high to be worried or afraid.
His two colored eyes ducked down to the bowl, staring at it with a tilted head. He couldn't seem to figure out what it was for a moment. Then, when it clicked he looked back up at Augusta. His brow raised slowly, asking the silent question on what was going on.
He offered a small smile then, and put a hand over the arm that was now in a lovely cast. The blonds voice was still gone to the world it seemed, but eventually it would come back.
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Jan 4, 2011 22:51:27 GMT -5
Augusta kept his hands in the steaming water before pulling them out,of course the heat didn't burn him, but it wasn't too pleasant either. He pulled the washcloth out of the bowl and rung it out before turning to face Kris. He then leaned over and started to wash the red out of Kristopher's blond locks. He went slowly, doing a small bunch at a time, and dunking the washcloth into the water when he needed it. But the dark-haired man said nothing, he just washed the slowly returning-to-blond boys hair. He was careful around the wound to his head, being extra gentle in getting the dried blood off the thin strands.
" You shouldn't forgive me...." Augusta said, his voice was like he had just watched his dog get him by a car. " I don't deserve any forgiveness from you," Augusta paused, " I didn't always black out... I... I know what he did. I--I saw him do it... " Augy leaned away and went back to the bowl of water to rinse the cloth. " The night before you were taken... I saw him force you to stay... I--I should have done something... " he rung out the cloth and went back to his job. " But... It's kinda liked... L--Like being forced to watch a movie you don't wanna see... I--I was helpless, trapped..." Augusta stopped washing Kristopher's hair and closed his eyes to keep himself from crying. He didn't want to cry now, he had to stay somewhat strong for Kris's sake. Kris was always strong, the boy had been through enough.
" Though, that shouldn't be an excuse... The blame was mine, It's my fault your like this... And I can never do anything to fix what damage I've done..."
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Jan 4, 2011 23:02:06 GMT -5
The blond tilted his head to the side in question, he heard what was coming out of Augusta's mouth but he wasn't sure how to respond. Sure, Kristopher was upset about all of that and it even showed on his face that he really...really didn't want to hear all of this, but what could he do?
Augusta needed to get it off his chest. Kristopher lowered his eyes to stare at his blanket as his head moved side to side or up and down gently with each time Augusta rubbed at his hair to get it clean.
But he said nothing still, damp hair falling in his face. A few times, Kristopher pulled away from the hand that was cleaning him, but eventually he stopped. He still was unsure what to make of all of this and of Augusta. It was so hard to tell what was real and what wasn't, even drugged his mind was uncertain of everything.
Fingers rubbed against his cast in a type of panic motiont, something to keep his mind from snapping maybe? Or how he was dealing with all this information.
In the end, the blond glanced over, staring. Slowly, his pale hand reached out and barely touched Augusta's that had went towards his hair. He pulled back lightly for a moment, afraid he made a bad move..seeing as nothing happened he touched at his loves hand again and let it rest there.
A type of forgiveness...letting Augusta know, it was alright.
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Jan 4, 2011 23:28:08 GMT -5
Augusta felt the hand on his and stopped moving it then that warmth went away and soon returned. Augusta stared at Kris's hand before looking away, he was angry, why was Kris forgiving him so easily. He wanted to hurt, he needed somebody to just... punch him or something. He could see Kristopher like this and not feel like he had gotten away with it. Even though he had no control over what Vasant did, he still felt like the raping, killing, sonofa bitch that Vasant was. Every time he touched Kris or looked at the blond he got flashes of what Vas had done, things he regretted more than anything in the world. Things he would give his own limbs for to take back, to erase, to fix. But those kinds of luxuries weren't in Augy's reach. He was stuck with this growing feeling in his chest, a pain unlike any other.
" I...I-I'm so s--sorry Kris..." he said and looked away as he felt tears swell up, he tried his best to put them down, force them to go away. But as he washed the blonds locks he felt them run down his face, silent tears of anguish. He finally let his hand gently slide into his counterparts and hold it tenderly, like he could break it like he did Aione's if he held the blonds hand to hard. He put down the washcloth and put his other hand to his face, hiding his silent weeping as he held Kris's hand. He was the one that saved Kristopher, but also the one who tortured him as well. He was a hero and a villain.
It was just like Augy to sit on the fence, stand in the gray area. A hero yet a criminal, a saint yet a sinner, it was almost his nature.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Jan 4, 2011 23:39:28 GMT -5
Kristopher didn't look back at Augusta, his eyes where glued to the blanket that rested around him. His shoulders shook, taking away his hand from Augusta's, and brought it his elbow up to his mouth ,coughing into it a good four times. He gasped for air for a moment and once his fit ended, he dropped his hand in his lap like a defeated dog.
There was no way to really comfort Augusta and Kristopher, honestly, wasn't up to it. Did it make him a bad person? Maybe. He would live with it as much as Augusta was living with the fact of what happened between them.
Closing his eyes, he leaned back into the bed and pillows for some kind of comfort, but still, he no longer looked at Augusta. Then a new thought came to his mind, something a bit different. He opened his mind to speak, but nothing came from his moving lips. It fustrated the already stressed out blond. Lifting a hand to his on face, he dragged it up and down his face, careful not to ruin his bandages though.
Rolling his head to the side, he glanced at Augusta and made a motion with his only working hand. He made the gesture of playing a pipe. He wanetd to know about Piper.
Then gesturing towards his bandages, was meant to know about Aione. Would she be coming back for him? Was it even safe to sleep at night anymore...so many questions and so little time.
Then finally, he pondered, with a drug filled mind, about his realtionship with Augusta. Was he going to leave him...because...of all of this...
He couldn't blame him if he did. There was so much to fix.
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Jan 4, 2011 23:52:42 GMT -5
Augusta felt the hand pull away from him and he put both hands to his face to keep him from crying. He calmed down fairly quickly, which was unlike the boy but... His time with Vasant The Parasite had hardened him quite a bit. Made him more... rough around the edges if anyone could understand that. Augusta looked at Kris as he decided to play a guessing game. First one was easy, Piper. " H--Honestly... I have no idea... It was only five days after you went missing that Jouhnin took me, if I was actually in control I might have known but... I don't Kris... I'm sorry. When I go talk to Madam Naelona I'll stop by and find out for you..."
Augusta ten remembered the watch. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the watch and sat in down in Kristopher's lap. " That's from your Madam, by the way, she said it would convince you that me and her are kind... well... It irks me to say it but, we're kinda working together on this... She's a fucking mess without you... I mean... She's really, really bad, I actually felt pity for her... " he said and shoved his hands back into his pockets. Then Kris asked about Aione.
" You're safe, if that's what your asking. " he said and sighed, " She didn't just tell me were you were without a fight. He must have broken at least 4 or 5 fingers... and kicked her knee once... " he looked away, " horrible wretch deserved it..." Augusta let out another sigh, this one of defeat. He went to the corner of the room and dragged a chair over to the bed. he slumped into it like he had been going through hell and high water and needed to relax. He seemed to be on the same wavelength as Kris, cause he spoke softer than before, he was more worried and guilty than anything.
" If you want to... leave me, I don't blame you... I know things won't ever be the same again..."
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Jan 5, 2011 0:02:02 GMT -5
A frown touched his features, it seemed like he wasn't going to find out about Piper anytime soon. He just hoped she was alright. To him, she was family in a lot of ways, like another sibling. Speaking of siblings, he wondered how Kyle was...how he handled all this...
He turned to inquire about his brother but he stopped at hearing about his Madam. His eyes lowered guilty. Of course, she wouldn't of handled this well...she was very much attached to Kristopher. To the point that he was very certain, she would keep him alive as long as she possibly could and when he died...well, he didn't think on those matters. But he wished his Madam well, he had missed her, even more when he touched the watch resting on his lap.
Now for Aione, he was happy to hear her fingers broken. Kristopher wasn't a violent man and he never liked anyone being in pain. But this time, he went against his morals and was pleased to her she was now in a world of hurt and trouble.
" If you want to... leave me, I don't blame you... I know things won't ever be the same again..."
His heart seemed to stop somewhere between his throat and stomach. Leave. Leave Augusta? His head lowered even more, covering his eyes and face. He didn't think he could, even if he wanted too. Slowly, the blond shook his head no. They could...could work through this...they could try. It would never be the same again, but maybe, maybe they could work back to that point?
But the idea of Augusta going back to Vasant. It terrified him. What if Augusta started to turn into him, what if it was all lies...and...and...
His hand clenched the watch tightly. Once again he shook his head. No, Augusta wouldn't do anything to hurt him, not on purpose anyways...
Kris wanted to try...and fix what was broken and that was a lot to fix. He had gone through abuse, verbal and physical, torment, restless nights, controlled and monitored. Even now, he was certain that some of the habits he had to form to stay at peace with Vasant, would never go away.
But if Augusta wanted to leave him...he wouldn't stop him, wouldn't pressure him into staying.
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Jan 10, 2011 20:34:33 GMT -5
Augusta going back to Vasant didn't just terrify Kristopher, Augy was in the same boat. Sure Vasant had solved a lot of problems in the beginning, Vasant could take the abuse and stress of daily life way better than Augusta could, But after awhile Vasant became too much for Augy to handle, an apparently, too much for the rest of the world to handle too. But right now, Kristopher was Augy's main focus, sure Vasant had done more damage to Augy's sanity than necessary, but it was Kristopher who took most of Vasant's abuse, and Augy needed to do something to make up for that.
Even if he had no idea what that 'something' was.
Augusta was silent for a second as he sat in his chair and then looked down at his feet. Well, at least Kris wanted t try and fix things. As best as they could, they could at least try. Augusta then grabbed his chair and scooted it over close to the bed and sat back down, he then leaned over and flopped his head down onto the bed next to Kris. He let his arms hang down and basically just buried his face into the covers. He didn't know how he could make this up, he could really only see pain as his only way out but he new that hurting himself or having Kyle beat the shit out of him wouldn't do Kris any good.
" This sucks..." Augusta said through a voice muffled by the bed, " Can we just go back to when everything was easy?" he asked nobody in particular.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Jan 10, 2011 20:55:50 GMT -5
Kristopher watched Augusta as he moved towards him and plopped his head on the bed. For a moment, the blond tensed and then realizing he was harmless, he let out a small sigh, surprisingly enough the sound actually came out.
Back when things where simple...that would be nice. He missed the simple things when he and Augusta could just hang out, watch him work on watches, annoy him by touching parts and knocking something over.
Raising an uninjured hand, he rested it against the dark locks and looked down. "---Maybe---" came Kristophers broken voice, finally able to say something at least, but he wasn't going to over use his voice. He actually wanted it back at some point.
But what would the two do now? Kristopher would have to work out...a few of his issues with what happened to him and then, somehow fix Augusta. But he wondered if it was even possible to do that.
Did Augusta even want to be fixed like a clock?
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Jan 10, 2011 21:14:19 GMT -5
It was good that Augy had his head down when Kristopher flinched, if the Frenchman had seen it he might have lost his marbles and ran out crying. Augusta felt the hand on his head and let out a deep sigh, followed by some grumbling, most likely complaining and whining that the dark-haired male usually did. Augusta wanted so badly to take back these last few months, he'd give his immortal soul to rewind and have Kristopher not go through that crap. Although it seems he'd never have the ability to do such a thing, and if he did, he would rather have Kris just forget that whole bit of his life. Sure Augy would still be a raging guilt-machine, but at least Kris wouldn't be scared of him, or damaged, or paranoid.
"---Maybe---"
Augusta turned his head to look at Kris with a surprised look, the blond was actually able to speak... sorta. Augy then sighed and rolled his head back over and let out a loud sound of frustration. He didn't think he could be fixed, even if Krissy tried, even if Kris got better and tried to make Augy better. It wasn't a for-sure thing, nothing was ever set in stone. Even with medication, or therapy, or anything, the Frenchman could always relapse and be back at the same insanity he was before. " I just wanna be normal..." he said with his muffled voice again. " I've ruined everything... It's all my fault..."
Augusta was a lot more complicated than a clock.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Jan 11, 2011 23:56:30 GMT -5
Sadly, for Augusta, Kristopher would never forget that bit in his life. It was hard to forget something like that, let alone get over such an event that pretty much traumatized him all over again. He had not gone through such a thing sense he was seven years old, even though he was a slave to a boogie, he had never been hit like that to the point of breakage. Naelona had put too much time and effort into him to simply ruin him like that.
There was nothing the blond could say that would get rid of the guilt Augusta carried and would carry for a long time it would seem. But in time, he hoped Augusta would move on and not think about such things. But that would as difficult as it would be for Kristopher not to flinch and pull away or fear that there might be a relapse--one that he might not survive the next time. The boy was as fragile as a piece of glass and it might be a strong sheet of glass, but in time, it would shatter.
Though, for now, he was busy mending the cracks that appeared in his once mended window. The blond coughed heavily with deep wheezes sounding off in his chest. He wasn't feeling good at all, but the pain medication was helping him.
"--Sorry--" The words croaked out in his raw throat. He didn't like seeing Augusta like this, maybe...if only he could of helped Augusta sooner...stayed with him longer, he wouldn't feel this way.
Maybe, if he wasn't found, Augusta could of got along better. Sure, he would hurt for a time, but he would forget Kristopher Roberts ever existed and then his pain would go away as well as the guilt.
He lowered his inhuman eyes and disfigured face. Then, slowly he shook his head. Wasn't it more his fault, for not stopping Vasant? The blond raised his only working hand to his face and kept it there. He really felt like crying right then and there, but he didn't. Even though his eyes where filled with water, he couldn't cry. He was far too tired to do it.
But like Augusta, he wanted to go back in time and just sit there and watch his love make clocks. Could they do that? Could they go back and read together, even if Kris didn't know half the words?
Wait...that was it.
Lowering his hand, his paler then normal hand reached out to the stand near him. It had a book on it, it was old and some random (and probably childish) novel. Holding it, he held it to his lover.
"We--ed---meh." Oh course he meant read to me. Maybe, that could help them go back. Work their way back.
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