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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Jun 11, 2010 23:25:24 GMT -5
A few days have passed since the incident of Augusta being critically wounded. However, the blond decided to try and cheer his loved one up a bit with a visit. His brilliant visit came with an equally brilliant idea of reading to Augusta.
Well, it seemed like a good idea a the time, after all Augusta liked books and Kristopher could read to him. Sorta. There was just one flaw with that, Kristopher Robert's was not the best reader in the world. No he had been taught the basics and that was it, so his reading level was rather low like that a fifth grader but Augusta had helped him a lot and so his reading was much better...but still was pretty bad.
So the blond sat there, on Augusta's bed with his legs crossed and the book in his lap. His elbows were propped up on his knees and chin resting in the palm of his hands as he looked down, reading with his single working eye.
His face was that of deep concentration as he stared down at the old book in his lap, trying to make since of the letters before him. He knew they made words but most of the words didn't make since to him.
"And the si-lk--en?" he paused, confused for a moment and then went on when he thought he said the word correctly, "..sad un-ce-ce-cer-tain rustling of each, burple? No, wait...pur--ple curtain. Th--ril--led me - filled me with fan--tas--pas--mmm---fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beet--be--bea---beat-- beating of my heart." He said each word slowly, and when he had trouble with a word he stumbled on the letters, sounding them out as he gotten it. But if he couldn't get it, he would look at Augusta and ask for help, blushing as he did so...
Even now, it had been at least thirty minutes and he was only getting past the third paragraph at a painfully slow pace. But he was trying so hard...
"I stood re--ra--re--bea--pea--peating---`'Tis ..." He paused and looked up at Augusta, "What's Tis mean?" he inquired carefully.
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Jun 11, 2010 23:44:51 GMT -5
Augusta laid with his head propped up by many pillows. His bandaged chest was showing since he had moved the sheets down to his waist. He had his hands in his lap, rubbing at the tape covering were the IV needles were stuck in his flesh. He was lucky enough to get a room with one lonely window showing off the rides and buildings of Wonderland. He had practically tuned out Kristopher, unlike the blond, Augy had been taught by a private tutor ever since he could speak. He was reading like an adult, since he had almost read every book in Wonderlands Library, and Jouhnin's personal collection. He was a genius like that.
"..sad un-ce-ce-cer-tain rustling of each, burple? No, wait...pur--ple curtain. Th--ril--led me - filled me with fan--tas--pas--mmm---fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beet--be--bea---beat-- beating of my heart."
The Frenchman had been slowly teaching Kris to read, since it would help him a lot in life, but hearing the poor boy read made him even more ill then he already was. He stared out the window and laid his head back onto the pillows. He poked and prodded the spot were his IV needles were connected again and again. He fussed with the tape over it whenever he was nervous.
"I stood re--ra--re--bea--pea--peating---`'Tis ... What's Tis mean?"
Augy snapped back to reality and glanced over at Kris with the one eye that was not bandaged. He sighed, " Means it's " he said softly and let his right eye move back to the window. He let his right hand go to his bandaged left eye. Gloria said his eye wasn't damaged, but that there was a good-lookin' scar over his eye. He wanted so badly to rip the wrapping off and look at the damage his master did.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Jun 11, 2010 23:54:35 GMT -5
The blond tilted his head to the side a bit in his hands as he looked confused for a moment, "It;s? Why not just say it's then rather then a weird word like Tis...people where werid back then." He made a face for a moment and looked down at the pages he had ben reading
He didn't contuine to read though, he had a feeling Augusta wasn't really listening to him. It sorta bothered Kris but he didn't let it show. So instead he sighed and reached over and moved Augusta's hand from the IV. "Don't mess with you or you're going to make it get infected." the blond said softly, his eye looking up at Augusta now, staring at the bandage.
It was odd to see it and he couldn't help but wonder if he had looked like that when his eye had been bound in such a way. Augusta got lucky though, his eye was unharmed and would be fully functional, but Kristopher's eye would forever be useless, never focusing on anything.
Depressing.
He tore his eyes away from the bandage and leaned back to his orginial sitting position. He then slowly closed his book after dog-earing the page he was on, he was sure Augusta needed a break from his readings. "I got better, but I'm still not very good huh?" He chuckled lightly and placed a smile on his face, hoping to cheer up his lover.
"Don't worry too much, you'll get out of here in no time flat and your eye will be just fine. Remember, Gloria said it wasn't damaged." He smiled still and leaned over to move a lock of dark hair out of Augusta's eye.
"Sure you will have a manly scare too---be sexy."
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Jun 12, 2010 0:09:40 GMT -5
Augusta was hearing everything Kris said but he didn't pay it any attention. He knew why he was upset, in fact he was feeling mixed up from everything. He was sick, which was unusual, and Jouhnin was so, pissed for no reason. Augy had always done that but this time his master snapped. Jouhnin rarely ever snapped. And what Jou did to his eye bothered him beyond belief. But he knew why and it made everything worse really. Contrary to popular belief, Augusta was very intelligent. He could feel the whole attack pick at his head, he didn't remember much since he suffered some memory loss (probably for the best).
"I got better, but I'm still not very good huh?"
Augusta could still feel Jouhnin's bony grip on his wrists, his weight over him, holding him down. He could still hear his words as he snapped open an old razor blade. He could still feel the cold blade on his eye, he must have cut him three times, maybe four. Augusta was too busy trying to protect it to count the times. He could still smell the blood, feel it's warmth down his face, tatse it in his mouth. It all flooded back and made something inside him overturn. The whole thing would be like a final straw for him. When he was healed... Jouhnin was getting an awful surprise.
"Don't worry too much, you'll get out of here in no time flat and your eye will be just fine. Remember, Gloria said it wasn't damaged."
Augy snapped back, moving quickly away from Kristopher's hand like a frightened animal. His black eye stared at the blond for a second before he realized were he was. He relaxed and let out a long breath. "y--yeah..." he muttered back and looked around the white room. He let his hand stay over his injured eye and he picked at the wrappings. He wanted to see it, see the mark... He needed a reason to kill.
"Sure you will have a manly scare too---be sexy."
Augy didn't really respond, he nodded but he just picked at the cloth over his eye harder. He was boiling over, he couldn't handle all this. Part of him wanted to feel the cold shiver he got after slicing a Boogies throat, but the other half knew that killing just made him one of them. He tugged at the wrapping as he let all this get to his head. He stared down at his practically useless legs and the anger grew.
Sure, his eye was undamaged... but the rest of him... that was a different thing entirely...
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Jun 12, 2010 0:21:49 GMT -5
Kris watched Augusta carefully for a long moment, a frown touching his lips as he watched Augusta pull away from him suddenly and then play with his bandage. The blond was hurt, he felt hurt and so he pulled back and pushed his book to the side, legs sliding off the edge of the bed.
He didn't say anything for a long moment as he suddenly felt sickly uncomfortable right now. Something was off about Augusta just then, the air was thick about him and it was almost suffociating. Slowly, his green eye looked towards Augusta and then away. His hand brushed across his black cloth eye patch and a shudder went down his spine.
Shouldn't Augusta be happy...that he still had his sight unlike his lover? He knew what Augusta was feeling, or rather understood to a certain extent even though Kris had not been badly harmed by his Mistress but by her father...
"You want to see it don't you." His voice was flat, dead as a mouse. But he couldn't help it, eyes where now a sensitive matter for the blond. Ever since he had lost his own he felt as if he lost a part of himself. As if he wasn't whole and now nothing more then a disfigured human. Kristopher had always been self concious about himself...it's why he covered his body with tattoos, to cover the horrible scars his body carried. Before and after arriving in Wonderland. His mother left such...reminders on his body...but right now wasn't about him, it was all about Augusta.
Sighing, the blond stood up and left the bed. He moved to stand by Augusta and then lowered his hands over the bandages. Gloria would be angry at Kris but the blond didn't care. He wasn't going to play this game all day and so his thin fingers pushed Augusta's hand away and slowly undid the bandages. He was going to let Augusta see the scar, there was even a mirror near by, so all he had to do was turn his head at just the right angle and he would see the scar that was forming.
"It won't be pretty..." the blond warned softly, trying to keep his own feelings in check, for once again the talk of scars and eyes hurt the blond emotionally.
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Jun 12, 2010 0:33:01 GMT -5
"You want to see it don't you."
Augusta watched with his one black eye as Kris moved. He knew that him pulling back had hurt Kris, but he couldn't help it. He was kind of in the middle of a flashback at the time. He watched as Kris got up. He just followed the blond with his head and watched him. " I--its... not really about the eye..." he said softly, something littered his voice though. Something different...
He felt Kris move his hand away as he started to undo the fabric. He closed both his eyes and clenched his fists, relaxing his hands and tensing them over and over. Like Kristopher, Augusta had marks, mostly from being here, only a couple marks from back home. The marks that were left on him by his family weren't the ones you can see. It was obvious to both Kris and Augy that the Frenchman wasn't really stable. Example would be the night Augy almost hit Kris, that was the most prominent one. But his nightmares also were a good sign.
"It won't be pretty..."
Augusta clenched his fists, " He didn't want it to be..." he said with a dark tone to his voice. He felt the bandage come off his skin and opened both black eyes.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Jun 12, 2010 0:41:33 GMT -5
I--its... not really about the eye..."
"It never is...but I know its bugging you nonetheless." The blond was tired as he spoke as if this was wearing him out more then Augusta. However he took off the bandages and folded them neatly, then placing them in the trash. The wound needed to breath anyways, Kris would re-wrap it in a little bit.
He knew Augusta wasn't right in the head right now, he knew it the moment he was tossed to the floor and gained that bruise on his shoulder and hip. He also knew that things where getting worse but he didn't know how to address it. He wasn't the best at handling emotional scares as well as mental ones at that.
Sighing, he took Augusta's face softly with both hands, resting them on his cheeks. Turning Augusta to face him, the blond studied the marking on his loves face. He said nothing and then kissed him light on the lips. "I'm here for you, you know that...right?" He asked the dark haired boy this but knew that he wasn't going to get a real answer, it was going to be dead words that rolled off his loves lips and there wasn't much he could do about it. He knew it far too well that Augusta would have to deal with this on his own.
Kris would just make it worse.
However, he figured Jou wanted to make sure the scar was there and could be seen, it was like---a tamed matching scar, to match Kristopher's. He chewed on his bottom lip for a moment and moved to the side to allow Augusta to look at it if he wanted, if not then it was alright. But Kris took a seat at the foot on the bed, hand resting over his patch as if the old wound was hurting him...or he was just being reminded of his own horrors from not so long ago.
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Jun 12, 2010 1:14:36 GMT -5
"It never is...but I know its bugging you nonetheless."
Augusta held open his injured eye as best as he could but despite the fact that his eye was not damaged, it still hurt to open it. He sighed at Kris's words and tried to relax his hands out of fists. " He did it on purpose... I can;t remember what he said to me, it's all fuzzy... But he wanted to make me angry... I... I just don't understand..." Augy said and closed his eyes, trying to somehow solve the complicated inner workings of his Boogies crazy mind. He just wanted to remember what Jouhnin had said, and he couldn't.
Augy felt warm hands on his face and he opened his eyes slowly. He looked into Kris's green eye and felt his whole body relax. Why did Kristopher's touch make him feel so at ease. At a time like this? It always felt like he was back that day on the swing ride when Kris fixed his knee. Somehow, with every gentle touch, Augusta fell more helplessly in love with Kris. He felt the light kiss and just looked at the blond, trying to find a smile underneath the stress.
"I'm here for you, you know that...right?"
Augy smiled very softly, " I know, but I wish you could help me..." he said and closed his eyes again. When Kristopher moved over Augy reopened his eyes and looked at his own twisted reflection. His hands clenched the bed sheets and he ground his teeth. His emotionless face turned dark and he pulled his head away. It was like a child watching a car accident. They couldn't help but stare. He put a hand over his scarred eye and watched Kris.
" I'm going to make him pay Kris... I swear to god... He'll pay for what he's done..." Augusta said darkly. fists balling up the sheet as he looked out the window. He let his hand fall away from his eye as he felt a fire build in his gut.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Jun 12, 2010 1:31:34 GMT -5
Dropping his hand from his patch, the younger male sighed softly. His focus went towards Augusta, he watched the boy react and understood what he was feeling right then. The rage, confusion, that awkward feeling of having a new scar. But Kris never acted on this feelings, unlike Augusta, Kris wasn't the fighting type. He couldn't win one anyways even if he really wanted too.
The boy looked away then as Augusta told him he wished the blond could help, so did Kris. But once again he said nothing as he looked down at his pale hands. Trying to decide what was the best course of action to help his love. What was it he needed to do, how to handle the stress and make Augusta not act out on his sudden flair of hate.
" I'm going to make him pay Kris... I swear to god... He'll pay for what he's done..."
The blond flinched at such hateful words and turned his gaze back on his love. A frown heavily etched into his face, his single eye reflected true concern and worry for his loves well being. "Don't. It isn't worth it, Augusta. I don't want you to get hurt like this again...or worse." The blond wasn't sure if he could handle seeing Augusta like this again, he never realized how friagle he really was until now. No better then a proclein doll sitting on a girls shelf.
The blond chewed on his lip for a moment, a hand twisting his blond locks. "Hey," he said softly, trying to sound happy to lighten the mood. "Look on the bright side, you're scar is a single cut...and it isn't so bad too look at. It makes you look far more sexy." he smiled brightly, even though he didn't feel like smiling. But what Kristopher really meant was that Augusta wasn't disfigured like Kristopher.
He was trying so hard not to show how scared he was right now, of Augusta going off to Jou as soon as he could walk and try to make the Boogie pay...it wouldn't do him any good and it would do nothing but cause Kristopher's heart to shatter again.
"But I can't stop him..." he thought to himself...knowing it was true. Even if he loved Augusta more then anything and showed it in every way possible the french man was bound to break Kris in one form or another.
Oil and water after all, oil and water...
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Jun 12, 2010 1:48:57 GMT -5
"Don't. It isn't worth it, Augusta. I don't want you to get hurt like this again...or worse."
Augusta glared out the window, Kris's words did nothing to improve the situation. He was determined now...I would not sit and let Jou get away with this... with everything he's done... done to Augy... He couldn't sit by and die here like a child, he couldn't follow rules like Kris. He wanted bloodshed, and it needed to be Jouhnin's. He wanted the Boogies head. " It is worth it Kris... You... You don't understand... not after everything he's done to me... I can't take it anymore..." he said,his voice littered with hate and fury.
"Hey, Look on the bright side, you're scar is a single cut...and it isn't so bad too look at. It makes you look far more sexy."
Augusta looked over at Kris, his face not angry but still serious. " Kris... I know you understand how I feel, how I feel about this..." he said motioning to his scar, " I know you're trying to get my mind off of it, try to make me see the other side... But right now I could care less about how much sexier I am with a scar. In fact this whole god damn situation makes me sick!!!" He said and hit the bed. " I can't remember what he said!! Before he did this he said something!!! And how did this even happen!? How was I so weak!!? How could I have been such a failure!!?" Augusta tensed up and put his hands over his face. He buried his face there, hiding from whatever was bothering him.
" How did this even happen? I... I'm not this fragile..."
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Jun 12, 2010 2:13:04 GMT -5
" It is worth it Kris... You... You don't understand... not after everything he's done to me... I can't take it anymore..."
Once again, the blond went silent. His smile drifted away and so did any chances of making a bad situation turn good, even just a ray was all that was needed but there was now no chance for it. He turned his eye away from Augusta then, looking down at the floor, silently as like a child that had been scolded.
"Maybe not..." he said with a soft voice, "But I'm not an idiot. I have an idea what it's like..." And he said no more on the subject, to do so was to bring up the images of his abusive parents and he didn't want to think on that or even remember it. It was a part of his life that he had left behind--tried to leave behind. But it always found a way to rear up its ugly head at the worst possible moments.
" I can't remember what he said!! Before he did this he said something!!! And how did this even happen!? How was I so weak!!? How could I have been such a failure!!?"
Kristopher visuably flinched at the words Augusta spoke and the slam of the bed. He bowed his head then, trying to think of what to say but he knew there was nothing. Nothing would convince Augusta to back down, nothing would stop him. Not even Kristopher. He needed to accept that but he just couldn't.
"You're not fragile, Davingoun. You're human. Our bodies aren't made to handle or fight against a Boogies influence or power...its why all of us are such easy prey for them. Why they take us and use us...it has nothing to do with how strong you or how weak you are. They just have a power that we don't and a familiar to back them up. To even survive their attacks merely proves how strong you really are." His voice was nothing more then a whisper now, to afraid to speak any louder. "You survived Augusta for twenty one years. You survived again and again...isn't that what matters?" He asked, however not looking at his love. Not now. He didn't want to see the rage and the mixed feelings.
He didn't want to feel as if he would really lose Augusta like he knew he would feel if he faced him again, at this very moment. The idea of Augusta raging a bigger war against the Boogies made his stomach turn. It would lead to death, the hospital being full of rebels, dying rebels of all ages. Children.
"I don't want to lose you, please, don't act out of rage..."
"I can't bare to go through this again...sitting here, not being able to act...help."
Kristopher felt weak, like he had always had been. Maybe the rebellion was a bad idea...maybe he...just maybe..."Maybe...I can talk to Jouhnin...find out what happened. He can't hurt me as long as I stay under the rules and he won't push Naelona's buttons..."
"Not like her father..."
"I can help, help figure things out and remember what you want too...without violence. T--There's Corvus too, he could help us...he can go with me..."
"Without you putting yourself in danger as well. I don't want you in danger..."
His heart was pounding in his chest now, anxiety kicking in, the feeling as if the world was about to explode was over coming him but still...he wanted to do something. Not just sit back and be a good little fiancee.
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Jun 12, 2010 16:56:44 GMT -5
"You're not fragile, Davingoun. You're human. Our bodies aren't made to handle or fight against a Boogies influence or power...its why all of us are such easy prey for them. Why they take us and use us...it has nothing to do with how strong you or how weak you are. They just have a power that we don't and a familiar to back them up. To even survive their attacks merely proves how strong you really are."
Augusta's face was hidden beneath his hands, but his face softened at Kristopher's words. He knew Kris was right, Kris was always right, but something inside him couldn't handle another god-damned day of this. He needed wanted that power, the kind Jouhnin had. He, somewhere deep inside, burned for that kind of authority. Then the Boogies would be bowing to him. Not him bowing to the Boogies. But Kris was right.
Why was that not surprising?
"You survived Augusta for twenty one years. You survived again and again...isn't that what matters? I don't want to lose you, please, don't act out of rage..."
The ebony haired man lifted his face from his hands, he did not look angry, just... concerned. He stared at Kristopher, his black eyes trying to figure out what was going on in the blond's little head. He sighed and ran his hands through his hair. But he didn't say a word, he wanted to see what else Kris had to say.
"Maybe...I can talk to Jouhnin...find out what happened. He can't hurt me as long as I stay under the rules and he won't push Naelona's buttons... I can help, help figure things out and remember what you want too...without violence. T--There's Corvus too, he could help us...he can go with me..."
Augusta listened and a smile curled on his lips. He let out a soft chuckle, he sat up, hiding how much it hurt him to do so. He reached out and put a hand on the opposite side of Kris's face, he turned the blonds head so the Kris was forced to look at him. He sighed softly and put his forehead against Kris's. " One, Jouhnin doesn't care who comes with you, he doesn't care about rules or lines or sympathy. If he gets you away from me I have no doubt in my mind that he'd take you out of the picture. He'll step on Naelona's feet all day long. Two, I know that you hate this part of me... The part that fights... You think one day I'll leave and not come back... But do you think after 21 years in this Hellhole, I'm just going to suddenly get into a fight I can't handle? " He sighed softly and kissed his counterparts forehead. " I will never leave you... You just have to... trust that I can fend for my own."
The Frenchman then let go of the blonds face and took Kris's hands in his. " And contrary to popular belief... I know exactly what I'm doing..." he said and smiled, an actual smile, not a half-assed one.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Jun 12, 2010 20:08:38 GMT -5
Kristopher looked at Augusta, straight in the eye(s) when was made to face his love. The nineteen year old looked so concerned and with great worry. It was no surprise really, Kristopher was far to gentle of a soul and it was surprising to realize that he himself had survived Wonderland for so long. One would of thought he would be one of the first to perish.
" One, Jouhnin doesn't care who comes with you, he doesn't care about rules or lines or sympathy. If he gets you away from me I have no doubt in my mind that he'd take you out of the picture. He'll step on Naelona's feet all day long. Two, I know that you hate this part of me... The part that fights... You think one day I'll leave and not come back... But do you think after 21 years in this Hellhole, I'm just going to suddenly get into a fight I can't handle? "
This didn't help Kristopher much as it should have, it only made him avert his green eye towards the bed sheets. What Augusta said made sense but Kris was always one to question things, even when he shouldn't. "But he has no reason to 'take me out of the picture' he's letting me stay with you...take care of you. So talking....shouldn't be a big deal...right?" He questioned with a weak voice, feeling weaker then he normally was...
"I can't help but worry though, you're only human. You can't expect me not to worry about your well being. I trust you that you won't get over your head...but still...there is always that little voice that whispers, "What if..." and I can't get rid of it."
Augusta might know what he is doing but Kristopher didn't. He could read minds like Corvus could, and so he never knew what Augusta might do one moment to the next and it worried him. Even now he was worried that something might happen to hender Augusta's recovery and that he would quickly return to his fights when he was out of the hospital.
"Still...I want to help. You never let me help with anything...especially with your ideas of...you know..." Ah, yes the Rebellion and Augusta as the leader, Kris knew all about it but was never allowed to be apart of it. Ever.
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Jun 13, 2010 0:47:03 GMT -5
"But he has no reason to 'take me out of the picture' he's letting me stay with you...take care of you. So talking....shouldn't be a big deal...right?"
Augusta sighed, " You can never assume Jouhnin is going to anything... he doesn't really follow the norms..." he said softly. " So don't think he's not going to hurt you just because he's letting you be with me now..." Augusta looked over out the window again and sighed, " Jouhnin did this to me for a reason... I can feel it... I just can't for the life of me remember what the reason was..." Augusta then looked back at Kris, his black eyes seemed a bit misty. Like when someone is really sick, which Augy was, he was really sick. He felt really sick too. But Augy kept holding Kristopher's hands though, he smiled softly. He felt a sharp throbbing pain in his shoulder though.
But he didn't let it show. He couldn't with Kris around.
"Still...I want to help. You never let me help with anything...especially with your ideas of...you know..."
The Frenchman sighed a little bit, " Kris... I.... I know you want to help..." he paused then, " But it's dangerous... I... I'm a lot harder for you to lose then it is for me to lose you... But if they start seeing you around me then they might use you as a way to get to me... I can't let that happen... I would give in then, and they'd kill me..." Augy looked away, " It's just better for me not to risk it on this one okay?" Augusta felt a bit of pain in his chest, but he cringed only slightly before coughing a bit. He sighed and let go of Kris's hands, starting to fiddle with the place were the IV needles were again. He looked back out the window and then to the book Kris had moved on the bed.
" The Raven huh?" he said, he started having a hard time breathing then, " P--Poe married his c--cousin... that's totally surreal..." he said and coughed again, he put on a worried look as he felt his chest tighten. " I... I--I can't..." he coughed again but it was dry, like there was no air to cough up...
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Jun 13, 2010 1:04:35 GMT -5
" So don't think he's not going to hurt you just because he's letting you be with me now...Jouhnin did this to me for a reason... I can feel it... I just can't for the life of me remember what the reason was..."
Kristopher closed his green orb. Of course, how stupid of him. Jou was a boogie and there was never any promise stating that every boogie would play by the rules. Ever. But he felt like he had to do something but now he wouldn't, for Augusta's sake more then anything and so he nodded softly. His thing hand squeezing Augusta's tenderly.
" But it's dangerous... I... I'm a lot harder for you to lose then it is for me to lose you... But if they start seeing you around me then they might use you as a way to get to me... I can't let that happen... I would give in then, and they'd kill me..."
He bit his lip then. He knew it would be dangerous but it never occurred to him that he could be used against Augusta if people realized that he was connected to the Rebels. That was a hard thing to realize, just thinking about being used...seeing Augusta die because of him. Kris was certain he would never recover if such an event too place.
"I--I understand." He said weakly, realizing the truth to his loves words. Kristopher would not do well on the battle field. He could die from the slightest thing. If he got hit just right, or received an infection. An injury to great for his weak body...he would be dead. He was such a friagle doll even if he never wanted to admit it, he knew it was true. Hell, a bad fever could even kill him because of his stupid weak body that couldn't fight of a damn cold by itself. "But they see us together anyways...Nealona and Jou knows...about us..." He tried to reason and was failing.
But then something seemed odd, he opened his eye and looked at Augusta. Eyes going wide from the stuttering words and the worried expression. "Augusta...?" he felt panic run through his body like a shot of alderinline.
"I--I can't..."
Kristopher was on his feet in a flash, "Fuck!" Was all that came out of the boys mouth as he went too the door and yelled as loud as he could, "GLORIA!!" He then turned back to Augusta, knowing he might need Gloria here. Kristopher went to his love, "God." He said in a frantic voice, forcing Augusta to lay down, then moved quickly to check the IV's, the vitals, everything he could think of in reach to try and think as fast as he could.
Kristopher was never known to freak out like this with patients, but this wasn't a normal one, this was Augusta.
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