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Post by Mercy Thompson on May 29, 2009 2:30:07 GMT -4
"I know," Mercy said simply in response to Carter calling her a bitch. "But honestly, how far did you really expect to get with those cracked ribs of yours?" She watched him struggle to shift himself on the bed and felt a little bad.
"Sorry," she said as he curled up on his side. She left the room for a moment and returned carrying the pillows from her bed. She piled them on top of Carter's pillows and put a hand on his arm to get his attention.
"Come on, I need you to sit up so I can take a look at your neck," she said. " At the very least it needs a new dressing so it doesn't get infected." She knew he would be reluctant to move but the wound in his neck was a little more pressing than the damge in his chest.
"I will move you myself if I have to," she said warningly.
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Post by Carter on May 29, 2009 10:42:22 GMT -4
"I could get far enough," Carter replied sharply as his eyes still remained locked upon Mercy in a none to content glare.
Carter muttered a slew of curse words under his breath as Mercy apologized and made her way out of the room. While she was away doing fucks knows what he managed to shift himself slightly again on the bed trying to fall into a comfortable spot where his ribs wouldn't feel as though tearing them out was a better option.
Carter shot Mercy a look that clearly asked if she was "fucking kidding him" as she stated she needed him to sit up...whcih required moving...which he had just done about enough of in the last few moments.
"Yeah well I wanted a pony as a kid; we don't always get what we want," Carter muttered as he managed to take a some what deep breath without wincing...much.
"I will move you myself if I have to."
Carter glared up at her; the only fucking problem was he believed she would make good on her last statement.
"You're a...pain in..." Carter muttered each word between forced breaths of air as he attempted to push himself up into a sitting position.
Once he was sitting in about as much of an upright position as he was going to get he glared back at Mercy.
"...the ass," Carter finished sharply his skin tone a bit grey and sweat coated his hair to his forhead.
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Post by Mercy Thompson on May 29, 2009 18:13:14 GMT -4
"Yeah, yeah," Mercy said as Carter called her a pain in the ass. "We've already had that discussion." Although looking at him now, she really regretted pushing so hard on his ribs before... it was pretty satisfying at the time though. She unwrapped the bandages from around Carter's neck and grimaced. There wasn't a whole lot of blood, although there was certainly that, seeping slowly from the wound. But her main concern was that instead of a neck, Carter now just had a mess of red, raw flesh under his ear.
"Damn, they got you good," she said before grabbing a clean bandage and wrapping it around his neck, trying to put as little pressure as possible on the wound, Carter didn't need anymore unnecessary pain. When she was done she sat herself cross-legged in front of him, staring at his chest, trying to figure out how to fix his ribs.
"You know what's stupid? God hates you and you got all the nifty powers. He personally created me and I'm almost useless. Where is the logic in that?"
She tapped her chin as she thought and then her eyes brightened. "I got it." She dived into the bag her first aid kit was in, reaching right into the bottom and pulling out a small purple pottle. She scooted closer to him, lifted up his shirt to reveal his bruised ribs, and opened the pottle. "Okay, this is going to feel really cold, and it may hurt a little while I apply it, considering how sensitive your ribs seem to be. But this should bring down swelling, stop the bruising and make the pain go away. So just, bare with me." She put some of the cream onto her fingers and started carefully spreading it across Carter's chest. She was having difficulty keeping his shirt out of the way and it kept getting stuck in the cream.
She let out a frustrated growl. "Okay, this would work better if your shirt was off," she said.
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Post by Carter on May 31, 2009 0:49:37 GMT -4
"No shit Sherlock" Carter muttered as Mercy re-wrapped the wound on his neck. He attempted not to flinch and he did a fare job at it for what it was wroth; especially since it hurt like a mother.
Carter stared back at mercy as she sat across from him staring right back.
"You know what's stupid? God hates you and you got all the nifty powers. He personally created me and I'm almost useless. Where is the logic in that?"
"That's religion for you," Carter offered up with a shrug.
Carter scrunched his eyes in confusion as Mercy began rummaging in the bag she had with her and it got no clearer as she pulled out a purple looking bottle of God knew what. Carter stayed silent though as Mercy applied the cream to his bruised chest only flinching a few times. But she had been spot on it was fucking cold.
A smirk played across his face though as Mercy declared it would be easier if he was shirtless.
"All you ever have to do is ask Lassie," Carter replied with a smirk as he attempted to pull his shirt off the movement though not working so well with his ribs and after a few seconds his own growl filtered through the room as he reached over and pulled a dagger from the night drawer and sliced down the front of the shirt and discarded it upon the floor.
"Problem solved."
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Post by Mercy Thompson on May 31, 2009 1:18:08 GMT -4
Mercy watched with vague amusement as Carter cut his shirt off and declared the problem solved.
"Yep, that'd do it," she said, she went to continue to apply the cream but hesitated as a sharp pain slowly wormed its way through her head. She didn't understand why for a moment before remembering the Carter had knocked her out the previous night. She guessed she was no longer angry enough to keep the pain at bay... or angry at all for that matter. She blinked several times in an attempt to clear the pain from her head and, when it didn't work, she ignored it and focused back on Carter.
"You know, I could be relaxing on a beach in Fiji right about now," she sighed as she applied the cream. "Or soaking in a nice hot bath in Paris surrounded by gorgeous men who's only desire is to do my bidding. But no, instead of letting you die, taking the 100k from the vamps and running, I had to save your life. So here I am, with you, who probably would have taken the money if our roles had been reversed, trying to fix your injuries. Injuries that you wouldn't have sustained if you hadn't chained me to a fucking fence. All the while I'm completely ignoring the fact that I am hungry, and tired and ache all over and I feel like there's someone trying to drill a freaking hole in my skull." She paused and took a breath. She was ranting and complaining and she should stop, it wasn't his fault... actually it probably was but that was beside the point.
She squeezed her eyes tightly shut against the pain in her head and wiped her hand on her jeans."Sorry, I'm just... exhausted, is all." She replaced the lid of the pottle and pressed her hand hard against her temple, her eyes still squeezed shut. "Any better?" she asked, gesturing vaguely at Carter with her other hand.
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Post by Carter on Jun 3, 2009 0:51:59 GMT -4
Carter watched in silence as Mercy continued on applying the cream; which as she proceeded began to dull the ache of the cracked ribs but also as she continued her bitch fit grew...ten fold till she finally seemed to wrap it all up with the closing of whatever it was she had smeared all over his chest.
"Well that was a hell of a bitch fit," Carter muttered once he was sure Mercy had wrapped up her little rant.
She did look like shit though and he was willign to take a slight bit of slack for that.
"Sorry about the whole cracking you over the head thing...it was before I was aware that you were fucking Xena Warrior Princess."
Carter shifted up slightly on the bed his chest not hurting nearly as bad; he didn;t know what it was she had just put on him and he figured he probably didn;t want to know.
"Speaking of the 100k where did you stash it?"
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Post by Mercy Thompson on Jun 3, 2009 1:39:18 GMT -4
Mercy waved Carter's apology away. "I'll be fine after I've drowned myself in a few bottles of tequila," she said, massaging her temples until the pain dulled slightly. She frowned. "Xena Warrior Princess?"
Her head snapped up, which caused severe dizziness, at Carter's question about the 100 grand. After the world had stopped spinning she managed to remember she hadn't done anything with the money. Hell, she didn't even know if it had been there.
She looked at Carter, aware that this news was not going to go down well, and shuffled out of his reach a little bit. "I...uh... didn't get the money," she said carefully. "I was a little preoccupied."
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Post by Carter on Jun 6, 2009 14:03:23 GMT -4
"Yes Xena...or would you prefer I went with Bigfoot like had been my first thought?" Carter asked with a smirk as he shifted himself slightly on the bed. He was feeling better as the moments passed on and on the up side he could begin to feel his powers returning all be it slowly.
Carter froze and stared back at Mercy a blank expression across his face as he attempted to understand what it was she had just said...especially because he knew he had heard her wrong...he had to have heard her wrong.
"I need you to say that again...because I know I heard you wrong...I know that I didn't hear you say you LEFT...the 100 grand behind...right?"
Carter asked his voice low and his eyes very dark as he stared back at Mercy. The lights flickered ever so quickly in the room before returning to normal and perhaps it was a very good thing his powers were not a full bore or thing might not have gone in the best direction.
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Post by Mercy Thompson on Jun 6, 2009 17:15:02 GMT -4
As Carter stared at her blankly, Mercy felt a small chill go up her spine. She was in trouble. Deciding she needed to be further away from Carter she got up off the bed and walked as calmly as she could to the other side of the room.
"I need you to say that again...because I know I heard you wrong...I know that I didn't hear you say you LEFT...the 100 grand behind...right?
Carter was pissed, an emotion that never ended well for Mercy and she did her best to keep her fear under control. The lights flickered slightly and something told Mercy that it wasn't faulty wiring. She felt vaguely relieved he was still quite weak because if not, she was pretty sure she'd be in a lot of pain right about now.
"I'm sorry, okay?" she said. "But there were other things taking up my attention. Like the nest of vampires trying to EAT US." She pointed at him. "Or the fact that you were lying in a pool of your own blood that just kept getting bigger. I didn't even have time to think 'put the money somewhere safe' let alone actually physically put the money somewhere safe. If I had taken the time to do something with the money you would be dead, and I'm not sure if you're aware of this but the dead don't really have a use for money." She paused, feeling slightly better now. Sure, Carter was probably still pissed but she'd made a good argument and at least she knew she hadn't actually done anything wrong.
"But you know what? Fine, if it's that fucking important to you, I'll go back and get it."
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Post by Carter on Jun 6, 2009 18:06:51 GMT -4
Carter sat silently as he attempted not to burn a hole through Mercy with his piercing eyes and some what succeeded.
"Or the fact that you were lying in a pool of your own blood that just kept getting bigger. I didn't even have time to think 'put the money somewhere safe' let alone actually physically put the money somewhere safe. If I had taken the time to do something with the money you would be dead, and I'm not sure if you're aware of this but the dead don't really have a use for money."
Carters anger abaitated slightly if only so that it wasn't pointed at Mercy any longer...who had a point....an extremley good point. He hadn't seen where the vampires had kept the money in the short time he had been in the nest and he could see where Mercy would have missed it as well....be Jesus wept it was 100 grand not pocket change!
"I would have let me bleed to death," Carter muttered angrily under his breath as he hauled himself out of the bed against his better judgement as the room suddenly started to sway. Swallowing down the haze the world had taken and pulling on another shirt that lay strew on the back of a nearby chair Carter stared back at Mercy who had made herself about as far from as she could while still being in the same room.
"I'll get it," Carter snapped as he stormed past Mercy and back into the main room of the convent trying to find where the fuck his boots were at.
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Post by Mercy Thompson on Jun 6, 2009 18:24:25 GMT -4
"I would have let me bleed to death,"
"Well, I'm sorry I'm a good person, Carter," Mercy said as she watched him try and pull himself out of bed. "Next time I'll try and be more selfish."
As Carter stormed past her she could practically feel the rage emanating off of him. She pitied whoever was going to to be on the receiving end of that anger. Then his words finally hit her and she cursed under her breath. It was going to be her wasn't it?
She ran into the main room of the convent and went over to Carter, pushing him back and down until he was seated on the couch. "You," she said firmly, "are not going anywhere. Just because the pain is going away doesn't mean the damage is fixed. So you stay here and I will be right back."
She went out to her car and opened the trunk, looking for some kind of alternative to teeth and claws since she wasn't really in the mood to Change again. She closed her eyes and rested her forhead against the edge of the trunk, sighing. What the hell was she doing?
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Post by Carter on Jun 10, 2009 0:52:23 GMT -4
Carter's eyes scanned the span of the livingroom and each second which ticked by and his boots remained God only knew where served to grate further and further upon his nerves.
A low growl sounded from within Carter's throat as Mercy pushed him down into the seat and declared he wouldn't be going anywhere.
...She was bossy as fuck.
For several moments after Mercy stormed out of the room and out of the convent Carter glared at the door and he would have burned holes in it had he posessed that power. But instead he opted for hauling himself off the couch and out the door himself where Mercy was leaning against the trunk of her car.
"That is what they made beds for," Carter snapped leaning more heavily against the wall then he would have preferred and he was still without his damn shoes which just pissed him off.
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Post by Mercy Thompson on Jun 10, 2009 1:06:15 GMT -4
Mercy had opted for the shotgun that had hidden itself in the corner of her trunk. She figured that if shot in the face at close range, a vampire's head would come right off.
"That is what they made beds for,"
Mercy jumped at Carter's words and pointed the shotgun at him. She stared at him for a moment before realising that he was friend not foe... well... mostly. She lowered the gun and let out a breath.
"Jesus, Carter, warn a girl," she said irritably, trying to shake the adrenalin out of her system. She made her way to the driver's side door of her car and looked back at Carter. He seemed pretty determined to go, he'd even come outside bare foot. She sighed as she opened the door. "Alright, fine, if you're coming, get in the car."
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Post by Carter on Jun 21, 2009 23:56:34 GMT -4
Carter raised his hands in a form of mock surrender as Mercy wheeled on him with a shot gun aimed directly at him. Obviously she was a bit jumpy...naturally her holding a gun was looking like an epic fail right about now.
"I believe that was what the whole....that is what they made beds for statement was...apposed to coming up behind you and scaring the shit outta you," Carter muttered as he dropped his hands and looked back at Mercy an unamused look across his face.
"You're going to a vampires nest and you're bringing a shot gun? Better off brigning Monopoly pieces..." Carter muttered.
"Alright, fine, if you're coming, get in the car."
Carter's eyes narrowed for several moments as he stared back at Mercy not recalling asking her permission...for anything but he supposed that was counting small beans right about now.
"What the fuck did you do with my shoes by the way?" Carter muttered as he pushed past Mercy and got into the car.
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Post by Mercy Thompson on Jun 22, 2009 0:28:14 GMT -4
"You're going to a vampires nest and you're bringing a shot gun? Better off bringing Monopoly pieces..."
"Well, I'm done Changing for a while and this is all I've got," Mercy said looking down at the gun in her hands. "It can take a fangs head off which is all I need... although if I could avoid killing any more people that would be great..."
She rolled her eyes in response to Carter's own narrowed eyes and slid into the driver's seat of her car.
"I didn't take them out of your bedroom," Mercy said simply as she started the car. "Did you check under your bed?"
Mercy pulled away from the convent and drove in silence. No matter how many demons she'd killed in the past, killing didn't get any easier for her. And here she was, possibly on her way to kill more people... hanging out with Carter sure was exhausting for the psyche.
Parking outside the nest she got out of the car, shot gun in hand. She didn't even bother trying to stop the injured and shoeless Carter from following. By this point she'd figured out arguing with him was a pointless waste of time. She took a deep breath before pushing open the door to the nest and hoped the vampires were still on the run.
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