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Post by Samantha McBaine on Nov 29, 2009 5:10:40 GMT -4
"Mah- Matt......"
Samantha returned her attention to Emory as he tried to get Matt's attention. Words. Semi-coherant words. Things were looking up.
"Matthew. you are going to help heal him."
Hang on. He was going to do what now?! She turned around to look at Charles... she was going to get whiplash from all the speedy turning around. She looked questioningly at her maker. How the hell was Matt supposed to help heal Emory?
"Trade places with him. He'll keep pressure while you go to the kitchen and prepare some blood."
Right. Well. That was better than what she had originally thought his plan was. But she was still hesitant to agree to it. Allowing Matt, a human, this close to a vampire who was in desperate need of human blood did not sound like a good plan.
"It will be fine," She nodded as she felt his hand on her shoulder. Of course it would be fine. Charles was there to make sure nothing bad would happen. And she'd only be gone a few minuted. It would be completely fine.
"I...I prom- promise .....I....I ...won't...bite," Sam looked down at Emory, surprise on her face. More semi-coherant words! She almost laughed with relief. "Pr-promise."
This last was directed at her, and she nodded again, now turning her attention to Matt to make sure he was okay with this plan. She watched him ball up part of his sheet, ready to staunch the flow of blood. "I got it Sam,"
A little proud of his sudden determination, Sam give him a smile before quickly switching places with him and hurrying into the kitchen. She grabbed the bottle of blood out of the fridge and was about to poor it into a cup when she realised Emory would probably need the whole lot. Placing the entire bottle into the mircrowave, Sam set the timer and set about washing the blood off her hands while she waited. It was a weird thing, having Em's blood on her hands. And she was fairly certain she didn't want to repeat the experience.
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Post by Charles Moriarty on Jul 21, 2010 2:31:42 GMT -4
As Emory managed to gasp out a few words to the kid and Samantha, Charles quickly shed his suit jacket before perching on the edge of the bed. “Emory try not to breathe through your nose right now and try not to move. I know it's painful but I need you to stay as still as you can,” Charles said as Emory watched Samantha leave the room.
“ The less you move the less blood we'll need to replenish,” he said. “The sooner you can go back to fighting with our landlord.”
If it had been a less serious situation he would have been mildly amused by Emory's eyes snapping to his own at that comment. Tearing his eyes away from his fallen friend he looked at Matthew.
“I need to take a quick look at the wound to see if it's done any healing yet. It'll only be for a second then you need to cover it again. I'll hold Emory down but I need you to keep control over the actual wound. Alright Matthew?”
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Post by Emory Montague on Jul 21, 2010 2:33:15 GMT -4
Emory cringed slightly, pushing himself deeper against the mattress as Matthew took over from Samantha. A small hiss escaped his lips like a cat doused with a bucket of water; scalding hot water in mid-summer.
His eyes followed Samantha as she left the room quickly. There was something comforting about having her around and he felt a bit worse when she left his line of sight. As if hearing his thoughts he heard Charles' voice break through his thinking.
“The sooner you can go back to fighting with our landlord.”
As Charles continued he knew he was not liking the current plan. Why check how much it had healed and take the pressure off. Why not just let it be and give him a lot of blood. A lot of blood and some serious pain killers.
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Post by Matthew Kane on Jul 21, 2010 2:33:43 GMT -4
Matt wasn't liking the plan either. Sure Charles said he was going to be holding Emory down but who knew what people could do when in pain. I mean he had heard about mother's lifting cars off of children in car accidents when in an emergency. What if Em pulled a Superman stunt and tried to kill him or drink his blood?
He bit back these concerns however. Emory may be a jokester, a womanizer, and a bit of an idiot at times but he'd never broken a promise to Matt. If he said he wouldn't attack him...he'd believe him; he hoped. He owed it to him, he admitted guiltily.
“Alright say when,” he said, looking from his hands that were already starting to feel the blood seeping up through the sheet to Charles piercing eyes.
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Post by Charles Moriarty on Nov 17, 2010 0:31:31 GMT -4
“Now,” he said with a small tic of a nod.
Leaning forward, Charles' eyes quickly scanned the wound before a hand shot up to press Matt's down again while the other kept a firm grip on Emory's other shoulder to keep him down. A curse escaped his lips too quickly for the human to pick up and he sat back down.
His brows furrowed as he thought. They would need either a great deal of human blood or something a little stronger. Watching Emory's face contorted in pain he contemplated the ups and downs. It wasn't as if Emory hadn't already had a taste of his blood.
One hand still holding down Em, his other flew up to his shirt sleeve and he quickly unbuttoned it before beginning to roll it up.
“Matthew. I'm going to do something I don't normally do and I need you to pay attention for me.”
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Post by Matthew Kane on Nov 17, 2010 0:32:35 GMT -4
”Now.”
Matt quickly lifted his hands and the sheet as he pulled it up for Charles to see. It seemed he had only just cleared the wound when Charles pushed his hands back down on the wound. Matthew took a deep breath and let it go. Well. There was no vampire tearing into him at the moment so that was a good sign.
His gaze moved from Emory who was going between glaring daggers at his maker and breathing deeply.
”OW,” he heard him say as if it hadn't been evident.
“Matthew. I'm going to do something I don't normally do and I need you to pay attention for me.”
His gaze moved from Emory's face to look at Charles and he furrowed his brow. “Ah, wha-...what are you going to do?” he questioned, not quite following the vampire's train of thought.
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Post by Emory Montague on Nov 17, 2010 0:33:26 GMT -4
Emory felt the pressure disappear before it was reapplied more firmly. A little too firmly it felt. He let out a cry as Charles sat back down.
“OW,” he said, looking pointedly at Charles.
He was distracted by his pain however when Charles got that look. “I know that look,” he said weakly as he breathed through his mouth. He raised his arm slightly to point at him. “That look, is not,” he winced, “my free- ehnd.”
The accusing finger curled into his palm as he pulled his arm back to his body.
“Okay. Pain? Check. Blood loss? Check. Pain Killers? NO,” he managed to growl out, though slowly.
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Post by Charles Moriarty on Nov 17, 2010 1:26:46 GMT -4
“I'm going to give him some of my blood,” Charles said, as if it was the most evident thing in the world.
While Emory laid on the bed moaning on about his pain, the elder finished rolling up his sleeve.
“Okay. Pain? Check. Blood loss? Check. Pain Killers? NO.”
“Yeah, alright. I get the picture,” Charles snarked. Raising his wrist to his lips, he nicked it before shoving it into the pain in the arse's face. “Now Matty,” Charles shot out quickly as Emory clamped a hand onto his arm. “I need you to go get Sam.”
“I need her-” he started before he sucked in a breath. She'd need to stop Emory from taking too much. The longer he drank the harder it was for Charles to concentrate. “Go,” he said quickly.
“GO.”
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Post by Matthew Kane on Nov 17, 2010 2:11:10 GMT -4
“I'm going to give him some of my blood.”
"I'm-I'm sorry," he asked, looking at Charles. "You're going to what?" he seemed bewildered. If he was going to feed Em with Matt right there. ...Well something was bound to go wrong.
“I need you to go get Sam.”
Okay that he could do. Go find the only sane person. Fine. Works for him.
“I need her-”
"Alright I'm on it," he said, jumping off the bed.
“GO.”
"I know!"
Throwing the door open Matt ran into the hall. "UH Sam you're going to want to hurry up with that blood," he yelled as he ran for the kitchen.
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Post by Samantha McBaine on Nov 17, 2010 2:28:10 GMT -4
By the time the microwave was done warming the blood, Samantha had managed to calm herself down considerably. She was no longer panicked, having figured out that everything was taken care of, and the blood that she now had in her hands would fix everything.
"UH Sam you're going to want to hurry up with that blood,"
Alright, so much for not panicking. As quickly as she could, Sam made her way back to Matt's room.
"Wh-what?" Was all she managed to say as she stared at Emory and Charles. It took her a moment to realise that Charles must have been feeding Emory is blood in order to quicken the healing process, but it was quite possibly the most unnerving sight she could have walked in on.
Taking her place next to Emory, she put a comforting hand on his not wounded shoulder. "Emory," she said as soothingly as possible. "Come on, Em, let go... I've got some yummy human blood for you."
With her free hand, she held the open bottle as close to his nose as she could get it.
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Post by Emory Montague on Mar 23, 2011 0:28:27 GMT -4
Emory continued to try and shy away from Charles' hold. Writhing he muttered curses in long forgotten English.
He vaguely caught the word blood and as if by magic a few moments later Charles's wrist appeared before him; a fresh cut starting to well up with blood.
Drawn more to it than normal by his blood loss, Emory grabbed Charles's wrist latching onto the wound hungrily. He felt power flowing through his veins as he drank and drank. It washed over him like a crashing wave. The more he drank the more power he felt. It was like when he took his first drink in the turn.
His wound began to ache less.
Suddenly he felt a hand on his arm. Pulling his face back from the wrist, he was about to snarl when he registered Samantha's voice. She stuffed something in his face. He was about to push it away when he smell the blood. Releasing his hold on Charles he grabbed the bottle and began to down it.
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Post by Charles Moriarty on Mar 23, 2011 0:29:37 GMT -4
Charles tensed as Emory began to drink from him. His lips twitched in a grimace. It was working. His free hand moved to feel the wound once more and it slowly grew smaller under his palm.
Pulling his hand away from the healing chest, he grabbed onto the headboard behind Emory's head. The more Emory drank the weaker he began to feel. Even if he was significantly old by his kind this was going to take a lot out of him.
Just as he was about to begin wondering where Samantha was she appeared before them. Next thing he knew his wrist was released and he jumped out of the way with a slight hiss.
As Samantha had him thoroughly distracted with her bottle of blood he backed up towards the wall before leaning against it.
“Make sure he drinks it all. He'll probably need at least one bottle every handful of hours for the next few days to be on the safe side,” he said hoarsely.
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Post by Matthew Kane on Mar 23, 2011 0:30:27 GMT -4
Matt moved out of the way as Sam quickly headed in the direction he had just come with the freshly warmed bottle of blood. Before he even got there it seemed she had gotten everything under control.
Emory lay gulping down the blood as if he had thirsted in the dessert for days with no water. Samantha was by him watching him like a hawk. Turning from his position in the doorway he saw Charles leaned up against his bedroom wall.
Inching the smallest bit towards the eldest he watched as the man's wrist repaired itself.
“Do you need a bottle too?” he asked, unsure just how much Emory had taken.
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Post by Samantha McBaine on Mar 23, 2011 0:49:07 GMT -4
Samantha smiled as Emory let go of Charles' wrist and turned his attention to the bottle of blood. She let him take it out of her hand, speaking to him soothingly as he drank, and stroking his hair.
“Make sure he drinks it all. He'll probably need at least one bottle every handful of hours for the next few days to be on the safe side,”
She turned to him and nodded. It would take some serious finnicking to get that much blood, but she would figure something out. Hopefully it wouldn't be too difficult.
“Do you need a bottle too?”
"I hope not," she said, her hand still absently stroking Emory's hair. "I haven't got another one at the moment. Are you alright, Charles?"
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Post by Charles Moriarty on Mar 23, 2011 10:06:47 GMT -4
"I'm fine," Charles managed out weakly. "I just need some rest."
He leaned against the wall for a moment or two more before pushing off. He needed to get out of there. While he hadn't lost as much blood as Emory he had given him a good deal. He needed something to tip him off and Emory needed more blood shortly.
"I'm going out. Watch him carefully."
Turning to Matthew he began to fix his rolled up sleeve. "I suggest you sleep in my room tonight." He rested a hand on the young boy's head and simply looked at him for a moment as if to say something else before simply walking out of the room to change before his outing.
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