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Mar 17, 2015 22:15:51 GMT
Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2015 22:15:51 GMT
tara shoves her phone in her pocket and tiptoes through the mess. in the back of her mind—the very, very back, in a dusty corner—she was sure nathan didn't even have this much stuff in the apartment. it's dark inside and the fact that it's evening doesn't really help, but she feels her way around the chaos, ears peeled— where is he? but the place is small and it's a short few moments later where she comes around the corner, sees the door ajar and the room a mess, and— "jesus fuck—" she just about trips over herself getting over to nathan, his lit phone and just about everything else within his vicinity smeared with blood. on her knees, red soaks into her jeans, the tips of her hair. "what happened?"NATHAN SAUNDERS |
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Mar 17, 2015 23:07:40 GMT
Post by NATHAN SAUNDERS on Mar 17, 2015 23:07:40 GMT
it had taken his all to merely reply to tara's texts.
cracks pierce through its screen, and nathan watches blood ooze into its cracks. he is numb. blood drips from what he imagines is a large wound at his head; he can't think and he thinks he can't breathe. stoccarto. he can't. breathe.
his whole body winces and jolts when he coughs, and he's barely able to look up at tara. he sits on a shaky, ever changing border between pain and numbness. all he wants to do is laugh, but he is weighed down, down.
deep waters envelop him. this time he's unsure he remembers how to swim.
he dips his head, and braces his jaw. not only does it hurt, but there's a gap. a fucking gap.
as if his situation wasn't already as hilarious as it already was.
@tara this is terrible i'm so sorry |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2015 5:09:31 GMT
"what the hell did you do?" and if nathan wasn't this bruised and bloody, she might have laughed at him because when wasn't it his fault? the graffiti on the walls was a testament by itself. her hands hover over him, not sure what to do. panic is building up in her gut, burning her throat. "god, um, okay." she fumbles for her phone, gets a bloody fingerprint on the screen and wipes it off with her sleeve. "i'm gonna call an ambulance." one hand puts the phone to her ear, and she looks away from the mess, at the wall. her mouth is a slight frown and apart from her heart thundering along in her chest, she (hopefully) looks composed. meanwhile, her other hand is on the floor, next to nathan's hand but not quite stable enough to hold it. or touch it, for that matter. NATHAN SAUNDERS its ok bc this is probably the worst post ive ever written |
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Mar 19, 2015 18:09:53 GMT
Post by NATHAN SAUNDERS on Mar 19, 2015 18:09:53 GMT
it doesn't feel like he's going to faint. instead, he feels like he's found himself wound, caught, in a thread guiding him into a gentle prelude, into a comfortable sleep.
his eyes are only forced open, awake, out of fear. drooping, of course, but he's fighting.
it is cold, chilling. a fear that comes from experience. he knows he's uncertain if he'll ever wake up again. the same. it won't be the same. he won't be the same. can't be.
his room looks like a projection from a nightmare.
his consciousness struggles to keep up with tara's movements. it flickers. she speaks, she stops, she moves, she stops. it's as if he's in a stop motion movie, clinging for to false continuity.
with every drop of blood, he's dizzier. less... feeling. the threads wind themselves tighter around his neck. chocking. he coughs. it's barely a splutter.
but he choose to cling to whatever thread he has left, and his fingers painstakingly crawl to tara's hand. her hands are cold. (he closes his eyes.) he's barely aware, but he's the abnormal one, tarnishing her hand with crude splots of blood.
he closes his eyes.
@tara the way im writing nathan is like he's dead or smt |
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Mar 19, 2015 20:39:52 GMT
Post by Deleted on Mar 19, 2015 20:39:52 GMT
contrary to hollywood's interpretation of medical emergencies such as this, the process of getting nathan from the floor to the hospital was crystal clear. tara didn't leave and it was that simple. the sun is up and nathan is wrapped up like a baby doll. it looks fucking ridiculous and tara wants to rip it off. she holds a steaming cup of coffee in her hand, by the bed, eyes glazed over and frowning. without a sleeve it burns her hand, but she doesn't drop it, only grips it tighter. NATHAN SAUNDERS |
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Mar 19, 2015 21:08:47 GMT
Post by NATHAN SAUNDERS on Mar 19, 2015 21:08:47 GMT
the road from rest to action, from sleep to light is one nathan either hates or begrudgingly welcomes. snapping awake is... something between the two, he thinks. the sunlight sends him in a daze, but at least he can breathe and his eyes are open.
it does take him a while to come to. despite his eyes being wide open. he is still for a full five seconds, pointlessly taking in his surroundings.
sectioned off by curtains, and he doesn't have the strength to sit up and complain that it's a bad idea, because he's still groggy; he still feels as if he's fighting mud and plaster of paris. or both. he's not good at deciding.
his fingers bunch at the sheets, but moving anything else seems improbable at best. but from the corner of his eye he spots tara, her long hair almost blinding him.
his voice is barely a whisper, and he hates it.
"how long... have you been there?"
@tara ugh flops
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Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2015 4:20:29 GMT
tara winces as nathan's voice brings her back to reality. she sets the cup down and wrings her hand, eyes flicking to him but not quite wanting to stay there. i never left. and that's why she'd been away in the first place; it came like a revelation as if from the fucking holy father himself. because she did, she did and the proof is right there in front of her, etched in the break of nathan's bones and the bruises on his body. this is why, she thinks idly, she'll never have kids. she was barely capable of carrying that much responsibility for one person. she shrugs, clears her throat. "since the doctors were done with you." and the police had questioned her about everything under the sun, but she was going to leave that part out for the moment. it wasn't like she knew, exactly. "how are you feeling?"NATHAN SAUNDERS |
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Mar 24, 2015 20:55:43 GMT
Post by NATHAN SAUNDERS on Mar 24, 2015 20:55:43 GMT
he wishes he can manage light laughter. it could wash this sorry state of affairs into a bright falseness. something that doesn't need to be interpreted, guessed, second guessed. but nathan doesn't need to think about it to know it'd only bring him pain to try.
he wants to reach her. his fingers only manage to tremble. he's only trying to find a way to comfort himself, he knows that. selfish, selfish selfish. it hurts him not to see her usual brightness, but the only indication he feels that way is as he turns to look away, for a few seconds.
"as fine as i can ever be." he manages.
"you look like crap."
@tara
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