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Post by Oz Bellamy on Sept 24, 2009 3:26:39 GMT
Oz didn't know where to go or what to do. He'd just come off his shift, which had been a nightmare. His arm was still bleeding and he was sucking on it but it wasn't enough...it just wasn't. Oz knew he shouldn't but he didn't know what else to do as he stormed into Marcy's room, knowing she was not long off working either and closed the door after him. His whole body shaking visibly, he was freezing with blood painted over his lips.
"Please...I need help, please help me..." he was begging and pressed a hand to his forehead wincing as pain shot through it and moved with his back hitting the door from the dizzy spell that came with it 'rip her throat out and all the pain will go away, say she left, say she got tired and left, who'd look for her? They'd be too scared to look for her' he could hear whispered into the back of his mind
"There so real the voices...god make it stop..." he begged, he needed help and he didn't know where else to go as he allowed his figure to slide down the wall until he was a sitting shivering figure in the corner of her apartment, scared out of his fucking mind. "This can't be happening..."
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Post by Marcy on Sept 24, 2009 3:46:06 GMT
Marcy looks up from her book as her door opens with a slam. She gasps and dashes to Oz's side. "What's the matter?" she asks. She frowns when he talks about 'voices'. She hugs him. "It's okay, Oz," she says. "It's gonna be okay," she whispers into his hair, rubbing her hand over his back in a soothing motion. She's been watching him get worse and worse since that stupid trial. She gets up and gets a wet washrag. Then she goes back and wipes the blood of his lips. "Don't worry," she says. "I'll take care of you."
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Post by Lucia Rico on Sept 24, 2009 4:08:46 GMT
Lucia sighed as she walked along the hallway. Ugh the chaos of all of this was maddening. It was literally driving her crazy! That cure totally backfired. Oy she knew they should have clinically tested that crap! Now some of them got better and some of the mgot worse. And now to top things off, a level three has gone missing. And that was bad! She would have to send the guards out to find him sooner or later. And maybe the translator too seeing as how it was the Hispanic guy who couldn't talk any Russian...or any other language for that matter. That's why she was heading towards Marcy's room. To ask her if she would do that. Not that she would have much choice but she still ahd to act like she cared what she said.
She suddenly froze as she heard a door slam. It was close by...maybe only two or three doors down. She walked on, her cane making soft thumps as it hit the wall. She stopepd in front of the door as she heard Oz's voice. He heard voices? Her eyes widened slightly. Hallucinations!He was higher then a level one now! And he didn't tell her?! The idiot! She wasn't stupid! She knew the symptoms of this thing like the back of her hand! He was a level two or three. Great! Now what was she going to do?! SHe just stood there listening in to see if there was anything else her head doctor wasn't telling her...
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Post by Oz Bellamy on Sept 24, 2009 4:27:51 GMT
Oz felt her arms wrap around his trembling figure and returned the favour, he wasn't able to stop the shaking, it wasn't emotional it was just chronic and seen in many of the other patients if not all. He was also freezing and appreciated the heat of her against him. Oz lowered his head so it was resting against her shoulder.
"You can't...I shouldn't be here..." he muttered, his voice horse, her blood smelled so strong, so sweet, he just wanted to sink his teeth into it he lifted his head a little and licked along her neck before standing up, pulling out of her grip and looked down at her with fear in his gaze...no...no...no "It isn't your job to look after me...isn't Dyr's either, not now..." he muttered shaking his head which was spinning
"I don't want to go mad..." Oz ground his fingers into the wood of the door, paint peeling under his fingernails "You need to get away from me..." he whispered and ripped at the plaster on his wrist sucking at it, trying to sooth the thirst, and it did, but it was getting harder all the time...Oz pulled open the door only to be met with Lucia's sightless stare. He held the handle so tight the metal snapped in his hand and he didn't even notice
"Lucia, please excuse me..." he muttered making a move to pass her out, he respected that she was blind, but right than was damned thankful for it as he was worried about someone seeing the bloodstains, forgetting the doors were far from sound proofed, he lowered his head and he made a move towards his space, they're combined heart beats pounding in his head...he'd been listening to Lucia's but only just realised the fact...how long had she been there?
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Post by Marcy on Sept 24, 2009 4:39:18 GMT
Marcy trembles slightly when she feels his warm tongue slide along her throat. It wasn't fear that made her tremble, though. It was lust. But she couldn't let him know that. She sighs and steps back as he moves to get up. "I wish i could help you, Oz," she says softly, laying a calming hand on his trembling arm. She feels hurt slightly at his words of her needing to stay away from him, but knows he is trying to resist drinking another's blood as he sucks on the wound on his wrist to sooth the thirst for blood. "I'll always be here, Oz," she says. "I'll do what i can to help find the cure, but i'm no doctor." She sighs. Oz is too good a person to be at such a dangerous level of this damned disease. But then, most of the victims are. She can't force herself to ignore their emotions and humanity and treat them like test subjects as the doctors must do. Her empathy won't let her. She leans up and plants a kiss on his cheek as he opens her door.
She gasps at seeing Lucia on the other side. How long had she been there? Worse, does she know Oz is sicker than the level one or two he tries to act like? If she does, he won't be able to keep his job much longer. He's one of the few who would be able to find the cure for this accursed disease. Of that, Marcy is certain.
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Post by Lucia Rico on Sept 26, 2009 14:15:02 GMT
Lucia wasn't quite sure what to say. She took a step sideways and let Oz leave. She could just smell the softest hints of blood. She wanted to say something but she wasn't sure what. She couldn't fire him. I mean who else would she find? But--for the first time in a long time, Lucia actually had a look of concern on her face. This was all her fault! She swallowed the lump that appeared in the back of her throat. All the pain, misery, it was her fault! She gently clenched her fist together. Now she had to find a cure! A cure that actually worked! She turned toward the doorway where she was sure Marcy was standing. "Uhm Marcy...may I come in. I need to-to talk to you about something?" she asked trying to regain her composure...
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