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Post by Mirabelle Miette on Nov 26, 2006 15:03:27 GMT -5
"Oh, Cal... can you hear me? Me, Belle? At all?" She asked quietly, pulling up a chair and sitting on it. "... Do you know I'm here at all?" As it became apparent that he couldn't hear her - or, I guess, not just reacting - she gave up trying to talk, and thought instead.
She hadn't heard much about the attack. She had been away, out of school, learning more about being an Auror, when it had happened, so the girl had missed everything. She hadn't even known Cal, her friend, her lovely kind friend, was hurt until she had heard a couple of girls mention it just in passing.
Then Belle had ran. As fast as her feet could carry her, down here to see what was going on with her friend, to find that... she couldn't speak to him at all.
{Lame tag. Dx}
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Post by Caliban Leandros on Dec 4, 2006 18:53:21 GMT -5
Belle! His heart clenched as he realized he couldn't even move anything to alert her to his consciousness. He knew she was there... He could even hear the slightest movements she made. He could smell something, though he couldn't place the smell. Perfume? Some food she had recently had? He wasn't sure... He simply couldn't open his eyes and look at her... He couldn't even move, and he couldn't find his voice. It seemed that being in this state for so long, as well as the attacks and effects of them, had gave him a bad case of larengitis or something, for he couldn't even attempt to make a sound. Of course, he couldn't move his mouth to attempt to whisper, either...
Frustrated, he was screaming inside. He wanted out! NOW! Instead, he was forced to lay there helpless as his good friend, Belle, was sitting beside him. He knew she was worried, and he could tell by her slightly ragged breath that she had run up here. He just wanted to let her know he was here... His breaths were short and slow, as it still hurt far too much to breathe very deeply. His entire abdomen was painfully sore, and he prayed he would be better soon. A thought occurred to him, and he wondered if the inability to move could be a simple side effect of the potions... If so, it should wear off shortly. He hoped, anyways...
After a short amount of time, he tried to move his fingers, and he was amazed as they twitched. It was small, faint, but it was a good sign. He then tried to open and close his fist, eventually managing to do so. He opened his eyes slowly, seeing the world. It was bright. Geez, it was bright. His eyes slowly moved over to find Belle, and he tried to speak. His voice came out as a very hoarse sound, just slightly above a whisper. "Belle?" He coughed, racking his body with violent pains. This lasted a decent amount of time before he was able to gain his breath, and his eyes were squeezed shut tightly, gasping for breath. He groaned, forcing himself to swallow the bile that rose in his throat.
He then forced his eyes open once more, one hand clutching his stomach and the other reached for her hand. He needed her right now... He wasn't sure if he could do it without her, and he knew that Adam wouldn't be back for a while. His friend had disappeared, leaving on business. Ana had been busy spreading mayhem throughout the school, and he hadn't seen her either. He tried to speak again, his voice barely audible. "I... hope you haven't... been attacked... by any... knife-wielding... squirrels lately..." There was a faint grin in place, weak as he felt, but it was there. He was still there. He just hoped that he could get out of here soon...
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Post by Mirabelle Miette on Dec 22, 2006 4:41:20 GMT -5
For now, it seemed like Caliban wasn't going wake. Belle would come back, though. Tomorrow, the day after that, and the day after that. As long as it took for him to get better, she was going to be there. She'd tell him what was going on about the school, she would read to him, she'd even sing. Anything, for him to be able to hear her. But, as said, for now, she would just examine her nails and listen to his breathing.
"Belle..."
The sound of her name being weakly called made her head tilt up quickly. He had spoken! Good God, he had said something! "Cal!" she said back, smiling widely. Se winced, however, when he began to cough. Jesus... what had they done to him? The bastards, she thought bitterly, what had Caliban ever done to them?
She slid her hand into his, and whispered, "Oh," She had to stop, as excited, happy tears of joy flooded her dark eyes. "Oh, Cal..." She whispered, her other hand rising to her mouth. She grinned also, at the next thing he hoarsely said. "No..." Se paused, just feeling so damn happy that he was alive, that he was talking to her. "Have you?"
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Post by Caliban Leandros on Dec 22, 2006 10:27:57 GMT -5
He smiled at her and whispered,"Yeah, it's me..." He coughed again, though this time it wasn't as bad and it was just brief. He knew there was a scar where he had been sliced open... It was a thin, white line running across his chest, and he knew it would be there for the rest of his life. He owed that life to Emilia and the others... He looked up at Belle and grinned again. "Nope... Just wand-wielding Deathies..." He grimaced and felt the need to explain what had happened. "Adam was knocked out, major concussion to the head... They... tortured me... Then they applied the Sectumpsempra curse..." He reached up and pulled his shirt away slightly, revealing the start of the long, thin, white scar. He looked into her eyes, not wanting to frighten her.
"I don't remember much..." He blinked, letting his eyes rest a moment before sliding them open once more to focus on her. "But I'm okay now... And hopefully... I can leave soon." He smiled at her, seeing her tears. He reached up with the hand that had moved his shirt and wiped them away gently before whispering,"There's no need to cry, Belle... I'm quite alright... Just a little tired... and sore." He grimaced slightly, then a worried look appeared on his face. "Where were you when all of this happened? You weren't here, were you?" If they had hurt her, he would never forgive them... Ever. He was completely serious now, and he was very worried. It was as if he was scanning to try and find any hint of an injury. God, he was going to kill those bastards...
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Post by Mirabelle Miette on Dec 22, 2006 10:52:42 GMT -5
Belle listened patiently, wondering why he was telling her. It was just awful; she couldn't stand the thought of Cal being tortured and hurt like he had been. It made the happy, warm tears turn into icy cold, painful ones. When he showed her his scar, her eyes went up to the ceiling, the down to the floor; anywhere but that awful piece of evidence that proved his suffering. When she did look back, she met his eyes, just before they briefly closed.
It was good that he didn't remember it, though. Imagine how bad it would be, to relive all of that in your dreams... the thought made Mirabelle almost shudder. More tears, however, fell from the Intermise's brown eyes, over Cal's finger's. "But sore isn't fine, Cal." She said tearfully. Shaking her head, she replied to the next thing he said with a, "No, I was away."
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Post by Caliban Leandros on Dec 22, 2006 11:04:41 GMT -5
He looked at her. He knew it hurt, but he had to tell her... She had to understand what had happened, even if she didn't want to. She had to know how close he had come to... She just had to know. He hadn't been able to speak to anybody in a while, and seeing her just made everything seem so different. He had to get it out of his head and into the air... He couldn't keep it inside any longer. It hurt far too much, especially when he remembered that his best friend had nearly been killed. Pain racked his body, and he closed his eyes tight as he coughed again, this time continuing for a time. Ah, damn meds. They just made it worse at times... Pfft. So much for those stupid things making him better. He opened his eyes and looked at her, drawing in a shallow, shaky breath. This was getting old...
"Stupid medicine... It helps everything else, but it really messes with my throat. Makes me cough all the time..." He groaned and eventually caught his breath, and his breathing slowed once more. "Can't take a deep breath yet... I broke some ribs..." He looked back up at her and said,"It's better than what I was..." That was spoken softly, nearly inaudible, but it was there. And it was. God, he had remembered when it had happened and then when he woke up in the hospital wing. Sure, he had been unable to move, but he was conscious, and he felt everything. A shiver went through him, and he looked away for a moment. At her next words, he looked back at her, relief washing through him and showing in his eyes and expression. "Good. I... I'd hoped you hadn't been here for that..." She had been safe. That made him feel so much better...
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