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Post by Augusta Davingoun on May 20, 2010 1:54:31 GMT -5
Augusta watched Kris for a little bit but when the blond came towards him he kept his gaze downward. He looked at his hand and sighed, he rubbed his face to try and wake himself up before he rummaged through the kit again. He cleaned his hand for the millionth time and started to bandage it lightly. He didn't want Kris to yell at him but he wanted to break the silence.
" Be careful... that muffin is really old..." he said softly. He worked on his hand and then started to work on his shoulder, cleaning the wound before bandaging it up. " I wouldn't want you to get sick from it..." he said before falling silent again. He put everything back in the kit and sat in on the coffee table before finishing off his morning staring at the floor. Which until Kristopher said something or left, is what he planned to do. Last thing he needed was to lose Kris over a stupid kitten.
He still couldn't believe that cat did this to his shoulder, it looked more like he got in a fight with a lawnmower and the lawnmower won.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on May 20, 2010 2:08:24 GMT -5
Be careful... that muffin is really old...I wouldn't want you to get sick from it...
The curly haired blond picked at his old muffin and sending an old dried crumb flying at Augusta.Yeah, so Kris was still kinda mad and flicking a crumb at him. Go figure. But the blond didn't say anything for a moment as he raised his green eye too look at Augusta try to patch himself up, after all losing a fight to a lawnmower didn't sound very impressive.
"I won't get sick from it." He commented as he took another bit from it. "It's mostly bread and nuts." Oh, so many things he could of said but all of them would of been cruel so he kept them all to himself. He rolled his tongue about in his mouth then, god he really needed a smoke. So bad! But it would have to wait until late, when Augusta wasn't around and when he could take a shower without getting a dirty look.
But he had to try and make some kind of conversation, but he wouldn't put to much effort into it. Augy was in the dug house after all. "When you leave, tell Molly I won't be making my rounds. I'm going to get some ice and lay down." Kristopher was going to need something to make his bruises feel better and he didn't care about rubbing that in his lovers face. Let him feel like crap, maybe he will think twice next time.
"And you need to just put a piece of guaze and some tape on that. Be fine then. Shouldn't bother you for long." He gestured towards the shoulder. Screw the hand, he wont need it anyways for a few weeks.
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on May 20, 2010 21:54:19 GMT -5
"I won't get sick from it. It's mostly bread and nuts."
The silence was going to kill him soon enough, if the fly bread crumbs didn't first. He felt it land on his knee and he swept it off with a sharp swipe of his hand. He gave Kris a dirty look as he tried to finish fixing the damage he caused. Silently he cursed himself for being so... mentally unstable. His temper was way beyond controllable, and the farther into the rebellion he got, the worse his temper and state-of-mind became. Soon it would become obvious to the people who loved Augusta, that this was bad for him, not only his physical health, but also his mental health.
"When you leave, tell Molly I won't be making my rounds. I'm going to get some ice and lay down."
Augusta looked up, he felt his heart cave in on itself. Kris was trying to make him feel bad, and it was working. But he looked down as quickly as he had looked up. " Of course..." he said, " I'll... get some stuff and come back... the wall needs to be repaired..." he finished.
"And you need to just put a piece of gauze and some tape on that. Be fine then. Shouldn't bother you for long."
Augusta didn't look at Kris and for a second it seemed as if the Frenchman was ignoring the blond. But he replied, " ok..." before continuing what he was doing. He wasn't going to say what he wanted to say. Because he looked at his shoulder, and over the couple hours of sleep he had gotten, the wounds didn't heal at all, in fact they had barely scabbed over. Normally his wounds, and ones as minor as these, healed in about a day or so, and usually looked better in three to four hours. But they looked just as fresh as when he woke up at 2am.
But as he looked at his shoulder he frowned, around the cuts was a small pattern of very tiny red dots on his skin. like chicken pox except under the skin not on top, and they were ten times smaller. He sighed and dismissed it, not saying anything. He then stood up and walked to the mini-kitchen to get a glass of water. He filled up the glass but then sniffed, he then wiped his nose with the back of his hand, and what he found surprised him. He was having a nosebleed, without any reason... He coughed lightly and pulled out a towel and held it to his face. But he kept quite. Lots of people have nosebleeds sometimes, maybe it was the stress or something. He didn't want to worry about it.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on May 20, 2010 22:13:40 GMT -5
Kristopher picked at his old ass muffin for a long moment as Kender jumped off the counter to do his own thing right about now. The feline left the two boys to go off into Kristopher's room for a nap more then likely. The silence was murder but the blond wasn't too sure on what to say.
Maybe he shouldn't be so pissed off at Augusta but he just couldn't help it. Life has been rough lately and it was finally catching up to the usual stotic blond. Well, somewhat stotic. He sighed softly as Augusta stood up and went to the kitchen.
Kristopher did not follow. He stayed where he was with his head bowed and staring at the muffin. Ugh, he had to get rid of his temper and Augusta's as well. Augusta had been acting so different since the start of the rebellion and Kristopher realized it but also knew there was little he could do about it. Augusta was set on rebelling and trying to get free. It was his goal in life nowadays, a purpose he supposed.
"Augy." The blond finally said as he raised a hand to his covered eye and scratched at the leather. "Listen. About last night...I'm sorry." He stated never looking up. "I shouldn't of gotten like that and mad you made and also for not helping patch up your hand and shoulder..."
That's right, try to patch things up. Don't be spiteful. Even though it was hard not to be...so very hard but Kris was going to try.
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on May 20, 2010 22:36:58 GMT -5
Augusta held the towel to his face, he was a bit concerned on what was going on. He sighed and looked at his right hand and took a step back, the bandages he had put on four minutes ago were already showing blood. It was slowly seeping through the cloth. He put his injured hand on the counter and tried to think of what was happening. He couldn't figure it out, medics wasn't his expertise.
"Augy. Listen. About last night...I'm sorry. I shouldn't of gotten like that and mad you made and also for not helping patch up your hand and shoulder..."
Augusta sighed through he towel he had over his nose and mouth. He stayed facing away from Kris but ended up turning around. He looked at Kristopher for a second before sighing again. " It's fine Kris... I... I couldn't control my temper and you had all the right to treat me badly. You were hurt and angry... I wouldn't expect any less." he said through the towel. He pulled it off his face and saw the amount of blood and nearly fainted. The towel had almost soaked through and if the blond doctor didn't notice the blood running down Augy's face, then he was the worst doctor in the world.
Augy coughed again. What the Hell is going on!!
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on May 20, 2010 22:48:28 GMT -5
"I suppose..." said the blond softly and then looked up at Augusta. The blond nearly dropped his muffin as his one green eye grew wide at the mere sight of Augusta with a towel to his face that was turning red. "What the flying fu--Augusta sit your ass down!" He declared, it was the only thing he could think of as the muffin finally fell out of his hand and onto the floor. Standing up, the blond instantly went to his lover.
He wasn't a failed medic, that much was for sure as he stuffed the towel back on the boyes face. "What the hell did you do?!" He inquired in a shocked voice and forcely lead his fiancee to the sofa, made him sit and bow his head down.
"Jimminie-Christmas..." was all that came out of the blond as he looked at the amount of blood and put pressure to the nose with the towel. "I knew you where accident prown but seriously..." The blond blinked with great concern. He wasn't expecting this kind of thing to happen to Augy, this was more so something that would happen to himself.
"Gees...."
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on May 20, 2010 23:01:23 GMT -5
"What the flying fu--Augusta sit your ass down!"
Augusta was just as shocked as Kris was. He had no idea what was going on and he sure as Hell didn't like it. He heard Kris but was a bit stunned and didn't move. He was just trying to somehow make this whole thing logical but nothing came to mind. He felt Kris move him over sofa, putting the towel back on his face. He didn't object to sitting down because he suddenly felt really tired. He listened to Kris but didn't respond. He sort of sat there and didn't move.
"I knew you where accident prown but seriously..."
Augusta blinked slowly and frowned. His muffled voice was still heard though. " I didn't do anything, I saw the spots on my shoulder and then my nose started to bleed... and then my hand... I'm so confused..." Augusta had never experienced something like this before. When he was injured he always knew why. But right now he had no idea. Not a clue. The dark-haired man looked up at Kris, his face was different then ever before. He was scared. He looked like a child and scared child. " Kris... Kris... what's wrong with me?" he asked, he wasn't sure he could handle being sick right now.
Not right now...
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on May 20, 2010 23:10:09 GMT -5
The blond narrowed his eyes some and shook his head softly. He had no idea what was wrong with Augusta. Kristopher was a self-trained doctor. He never had any official training and there are very few medical books in this world and the ones he could find...he had major trouble reading due to his reading skills being so low, even with Augusta's help.
"I'm not sure, but it will be fine." He told Augusta in his ever soft voice, trying to comfort the boy. "It's just a bad nose bleed..." However, one didn't get dots on their arm from a nose bleed. Kristopher would have to look into it and see what was causing this...he tired to recall the medical knowlegde he gained but so far nothing was coming to mind.
Sitting down by Augusta, he soothed the older lad by running a hand through his dark locks. "Just chill out, freaking out won't help you any. Just take some deep breaths and the bleeding should stop soon." Or rather, he hoped he would. Now Kristopher was really concerned and seriously in need of a smoke.
Stress was going to kill him at an early age, he was damn sure of that! Speaking of a smoke, he was resisting the urge to go and grab that damn stick and smoke it right here and now.
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on May 20, 2010 23:20:25 GMT -5
Augusta watched as Kris sat down next to him. He looked away for a second. He didn't like this, he hated not understanding, not knowing what was going on. He hated it so much. He healed the towel to his face and Kris ran a comforting hand through his hair.
"I'm not sure, but it will be fine. It's just a bad nose bleed...Just chill out, freaking out won't help you any. Just take some deep breaths and the bleeding should stop soon."
The Frenchman looked at Kris with a worried look on his face. He sighed, " And what if it doesn't?" the older man asked. He leaned over and laid the side of his head on Kris's shoulder. He tried his best to relax but everything in his world was turning upside and he couldn't find his way around anymore. He put his non-bloody hand on Kris's leg and sighed.
" I don't like being sick..." he said, " I love you... but being sick is your job..."
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