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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Mar 28, 2010 23:06:22 GMT -5
"Gloria, can I go home now?"
Augusta heard the voice... that voice... god that voice. It made his insides hurt but made him smile at the same time. How someone can feel so bad and so good at the same time amazed Augusta because when he looked up at the blond, his face suddenly changed,.
He smiled... it was soft, but it was sincere and caring.
"Friend? Who..? Hello. It's Augy."
The Frenchman almost lost it again and had to bite his tongue just to hold back great and sorrowful sobs. His stomach ached and his heart felt like it was being crushed to death. His whole body felt like a horrible burden. Seeing Kris like that, his eye patched up, his skin bandaged made his anger flare, but made his sadness swell more. How could he have let this happen?!
"It is. Augusta, come here and keep him distracted as I redo his bandaged. Its gotten dirty again." "It's not dirty. Heh, okay well maybe a little...but I didn't do it!" "Of course not, love. Of course not."
Augusta was cautious about moving any closer, but slowly he built up the bravery to move to Kristopher's bedside. He wasn't sure what to say so he just knelt down, and held one of the blonds hands with his own. He couldn't find words, nothing crossed his mind. He wanted to say something, anything. So he said what he thought he could manage without bawling. He looked at the blond, his waist meeting the edge of the bed, his hand still holding Kristopher's.
" I missed you..."
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Mar 28, 2010 23:17:03 GMT -5
Kris smiled at Augusta, it was amazing how morphine could make someone so happy when they should be crying in pain for even moving. But, maybe it didn't matter, Kris was always a happy person to begin with. Even if he didn't like to show it sometimes.
Gloria ignored what the two might be saying as she went about her work of taking off the soiled bandage from Kristophers head. She had to change that thing every six hours to make sure his eye was improving, not infected and so much more.
However Kristopher made a face when he had to adjust himself to allowed Gloria to work better. But his green eye was looking at Augusta, he wasn't concerned about Gloria at the moment, which was a good thing. Kristopher kept wanting to touch the covered eye but now being distracted took his mind away from it.
"I missed you too." His hand tightened on Augusta's but not so much as his hand couldn't bend to well with the bandages on. "Hey, you know what?" He asked his old love. "I am sorry for being---um--umm----Gl~or~ia, whats the word?"
"Stubborn."
"Yesh, stubborn! I am sorry, and--and---and---" He leaned in to Augusta and whispered even though Gloria pulled his head right back into place as the bandages came to lay over his nose. "I get jello. A lot of it, but I hate jello. They say I can't have normal things yet cause of my throat. I have scratches in it." he chuckled, "Don't know how...guess I ate a cat." He frowned in deep thought then. "How does one eat a cat anyways? I don't have a cat..."
Gloria rolled her eyes heavenwards at that note, "You didn't eat a cat, you at some very bad plants...now hold still. I need to finish this or I'll have to send Augusta out."
"Nooooo, okay I will hold still then."
"Good boy."
"But glora..."
"Yes Kristopher?"
"You're unwrapping it all wrong---its going allllllll over my face!" Gloria only laughed at that, then apologized as she gathered the remain gauze and pulled it away. "Augusta, hand me a new roll please, and some gauze that's beside you." She said, holding the still blood covered one on his eye with three fingers.
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Mar 28, 2010 23:31:08 GMT -5
"I missed you too. Hey, you know what? I am sorry for being---um--umm----Gl~or~ia, whats the word?" "Stubborn." "Yesh, stubborn! I am sorry, and--and---and---"
Augusta smiled again. Maybe the blond was drugged up, maybe he was hurt and silly, but the blond still wanted him. Kris... his Kris... still needed him... and that made everything else in the world nonexistent. He felt his entire body relax at those words, he could feel the warmth coming back to his body, slowly but surely coming back.
"I get jello. A lot of it, but I hate jello. They say I can't have normal things yet cause of my throat. I have scratches in it. Don't know how...guess I ate a cat. How does one eat a cat anyways? I don't have a cat..."
Augusta first started with a smile, which soon turned to a grin, and by the end of Kris's sentence the Frenchman chuckled. The fact that he was forgiven, that fact that Kris didn't know how you could eat a cat and didn't like jello. It all seemed to big to him. The fights, the reasons for the fights seemed so stupid and petty and immensely retarded.
"You didn't eat a cat, you at some very bad plants...now hold still. I need to finish this or I'll have to send Augusta out." "Nooooo, okay I will hold still then." "Good boy." "But glora..." "Yes Kristopher?" "You're unwrapping it all wrong---its going allllllll over my face!"
The older man laughed too, he handed the bandages to Gloria and stood up. He then patted the bed to make sure he wouldn't sit on the blonds legs before he sat down on the side of the bed. He didn't let go of Kristopher's hand, he didn't think he could. " Yah know Kris... You told me once that you wanted a cat... a Scottish Fold right... the ones with the floppy ears? " He asked and started fixing Kris's blankets with his free hand. " I could get you a cat if you wanted one... even though I don't like cats... I'd do anything if it made you happy..." he said and smiled weakly at the drugged up blond.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Mar 28, 2010 23:44:51 GMT -5
Gloria thanked Augusta and tilted the blonds head up to look at the gruesome wound. It wasn't pretty to look at all. The green eye was now red where the white should of been and the pupil looked far to pale then what it should be. Above the eye and below it was a curved wound that went from his hair line, through his eye and stopped a bit ear his ear. The wound looked as if a cat had scratched his face badly and the wounds had been stitched.
Gloria cleaned the wound then as best she could before putting the gauze over the eye. "Weally?" Kristopher asked with his one working eye that soon went wide in shock. "I can has a cat? Scottish!" He smiled at that and turned to look at Augusta, "You hear that! I can has a---"
"Will you hold still!" Gloria responded with a bit of a snap as she held his face between her hands. "I don't want to make your eye worse now work with me." But Kristopher only smiled and held still for Gloria to start wrapping his eye again. "Aww, why are you wrapping my eye? Nothing is wrong with it." He batted at the air but did not hit her nor Augusta whos hand he still held with the other.
"Hehe, Scottish Fold...I get a kitty! Oh, but what should I call it?" he looked ever so confused then as Gloria helped lay back again as she had finished his wrappings. The nurse smile then, wished them well and left the room.
After a moment Kristopher yawned and then coughed as roughly as ever. But still he smiled. "Say, Augy..." He said softly, "I sowwy, I don't look very pretty." He lifted his free hand to his eye and patted the bandages. It would of hurt if he wasn't drugged but he was so he didn't have to worry about that. He didn't feel anything, which is why he was rubbing the bandage now. "I told them I could see just fine! But they don't believe me." he made a face at that.
The overly pale blond looked much more pale then he had before, in fact he looked even worse then he ever did. But that came with blood lose and sudden trauma. On the right side of his head, when he turned to look around the room and back to Augusta, would reveal a large bruise on his temple that spread out on his face.
The blond frowned so suddenly as his eyes closed as if asleep but he wasn't. He was awake and when he opened his eyes, he looked seriously concerned. "Do you s--still like me? Even now?" He asked, a hand still going for his left eye.
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Apr 5, 2010 21:09:20 GMT -5
"Say, Augy... I sowwy, I don't look very pretty."
Augusta still held the blond's other hand and his face looked solemn. He frowned, " Kris... don't say that--" he said before Kristopher started to talk again. He leaned forward and used his other hand to brush some hair out of the boys face.
"Do you s--still like me? Even now?"
Augusta looked at that serious face and sighed. He loved this blond, no matter how mean or annoying or odd-looking. He didn't even understand why they were fighting, well he did, but he didn't understand why they needed 'time' apart. He could barely keep himself alive without Kris around, how was he supposed to spend time apart. He didn't want that. He wanted Kristopher. He wanted him more then anything in the world to be with Kris again. The Frenchman smiled softly, he leaned in and kissed the blond softly. He then kissed the bandage that lay over Kris's wounded eye.
" I will always like you... no matter what..."
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Apr 5, 2010 21:37:39 GMT -5
Kristopher blinked a few times and then smiled softly more so at Augusta's actions then his words. Even in his druggy mind set, it was nice to know that Augusta still cared and wasn't put off with him only having on functional eye now.
But fun times where ahead once he got off medication and was back to work and the like. He was going to have to relearn a lot of basic things. He might even get fustrated with it. However as long as Augusta would stay with him, be with him...then he could handle it.
Now the blond merely smiled at his lover, or was it ex-lover? Who knew anymore with these two on and off-ers. "Good," he said "Cause I like you still too. Soooooooooooooooooooo." He drawled out as he leaned towards the Frenchman. "Do I get to go home yet? I don't like all the white. You know I like white, but I don't like being around white all the time. And it smells funny in here...kinda like..." he sniffed a few times. "Feet and pickles. I want an Augy smell." he giggled.
"French vanilla!"
Yes, so apparently Augusta smelled like French Vanilla. Coincident? Kristopher didn't think so but maybe that was the morphine talking. It had to be, because Kristopher was the silent type who didn't giggle like this and make awkward statements over smell.
Unless you where Kyle, then that was a whole NEW ball game!
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Apr 5, 2010 21:51:10 GMT -5
"Good, Cause I like you still too. Soooooooooooooooooooo. Do I get to go home yet? I don't like all the white. You know I like white, but I don't like being around white all the time. And it smells funny in here...kinda like..."
Augusta leaned back but started to run his hand through the blonds' orange-tinted hair. He smiled, knowing that even through his drugged-up state, Kris still loved him. It made a huge weight fall off his chest, he felt like he could breath again. At what the boy said next he chuckled with a big grin on his face.
"Feet and pickles. I want an Augy smell. French vanilla!"
Augy smiled, " I could always stay here, I'd let you smell me... I'll stay here all night if you want..." he said softly and leaned in and kissed the blonds forehead. He then chuckled and sniffed the blonds neck, kissing his ear before squeezing the blonds hand a bit.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Apr 5, 2010 22:04:02 GMT -5
His eyes grew large or rather his eye to be correct. He stared at the black haired man with such surprise that he looked like he was about to pass out at any moment. "Weally?" he asked with such enthusiasm that one might think he was reduced into childhood or that Honest had another visit with him. But that wasn't the case, it was nothing more then pure drugs letting Kris say what he wanted that he normally would never utter in a million years to his counter part.
"You will stay the night?" His smile turned into a grin and as soon as Augusta got close enough to kiss his ear, Kristopher wrapped his bandaged hand(s) and arm around him. Hugging him, even though it was a weak one and almost causing the IV to pop out of his body from the sudden motions.
Thank god Kris couldn't feel a thing right now, pain wise.
"I would like that! And and and, you can read to me. I like it when you read even if I can't really follow the words very well. Oh my god, do I have to learn to read again?" he asked with sudden fear. "Back down to level 1? Ca-cause I can't see anything but black with this one and and I -- I oh dear. Augy! I don't want to have to learn to re-read! It was hard enough trying to follow Pride and Pred-u-juice!" He state with the terror of a three year old!
"And Clifford is scary! It's like a boogies pet! But REAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALY big and RED! He could eat us all...."
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Apr 5, 2010 22:11:29 GMT -5
"You will stay the night?"
Augusta smiled, " Yeah... and every night 'till you get better... I'll never leave you again..." he said as he let the blond hug him. He knew Kristopher shouldn't move so much, but the touch of Kris's arms on him made him the happiest man in the world. Or at least in this room.
"I would like that! And and and, you can read to me. I like it when you read even if I can't really follow the words very well. Oh my god, do I have to learn to read again?"
Augusta smiled softly, " No Kris, you don't have to learn to re-read... reading in a brain thing... you just have to read out of you good eye..." he said and chuckled, " And I'll read to you if that's what you want... If it makes you happy... I can always read that one you really like... the one about the whale." Augusta sighed, he knew that he would have to leave in the morning for Jouhnin-Sama to assign him chores, but right now... he didn't ever want to leave.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Apr 5, 2010 22:20:44 GMT -5
" Yeah... and every night 'till you get better... I'll never leave you again..."
"Mm you say that now, but otay. Mmm, too bad this bed is too small." He chuckled. "I could use a pillow. A body pillow of Augy! Cause I don't sleep well." He frowned then and brushed it away as he held on to the other for a long moment before letting go.
"Oh good, I don't! I was worried for a moment and I do like the whale book! It's always so much fun." She smiled and snuggled back down into his hospital bed and rubbing a hand through his light colored hair. If Kris was in his right mind about now, who knows what the blond would do. But he still had one issue on his mind.
"So, when DO I get to go home, Augusta?" He asked softly as he let out a small sigh and raised his arms up to look at them for a moment. The tattoos would hide most of the scars, but nothing could hide the one on his face. Disheartening as it was, he would deal with it.
"I am so going to be a pirate..." He muttered with a yawn.
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Apr 5, 2010 23:12:19 GMT -5
"Mm you say that now, but otay. Mmm, too bad this bed is too small. I could use a pillow. A body pillow of Augy! Cause I don't sleep well."
Augusta smiled softly, a glint in his eyes seemed devious. He crawled up into the bed and laid down on his side right next to Kris, still, somehow, holding his hand. " Yeah, me too..." he agreed, about not being able to sleep. When Kris asked when he got to go home he sighed, " I don't know Kris... you got hurt really bad, and you may not feel it but... everyone who loves you wants to you get better before you go home... I want you to get better... so you'll have to stand it for a bit longer..." Augusta said, pecking the blond on the cheek. He looked at Kris's brilliant green eyes and smiled, " you can be whatever you want to be..."
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