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Maeve
Humør : The more you know about the world, the more clearly you see its monsters. Fag : Studierådgiver | Billedkunst (løb og litteratur) Antal indlæg : 243
| Emne: Lost and Found [tw] Tors Maj 13, 2021 10:00 pm | |
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| Date | Sunday, the 23th of May 2021 Time | It's rather early in the morning - 04:44 Place / Area | Just outside of the police station in Aston, Gaia. Outfit | A very, very light blue - nearly white - vintage short-sleeved shirt-waist house dress, skirt reaching just below the knees. | XXX |
__________________________________________________________________ (Slight) trigger warning: miscarriage and explicit talk of trauma__________________________________________________________________ Her feet were raw. Bare delicate skin rubbed and scrubbed against the rough and merciless concrete of the streets for hours on end. She was dirty and she was wet and she was oh so cold. She was hungry. She was weak. And yet… Yet she had kept going. She had lost any feeling of fine or exact existence. The sound of the heavy drops of rain had succeeded in pulling her poor, broken mind into a trance like state, which clutched her. Took control and made her legs take that one more step. And then another. She was staggering as her body fought extreme fatigue and the constant pull of her completely drenched and torn dress. The thirst of the fabric never seemed to be quenched, still absorbing more and more water. But in reality, it really wasn’t the dress weighting her down but the deteriorating strength of her malnourished, bruised and beaten; cut and abused body.
Maeve Poe had gotten out. Out of the house of horror which had held her captive for too long. She had escaped the chains around her neck, around her ankles. She had run for as far as she could and then some. And even then she hadn’t stopped. She feared that if she stopped before she had reached a guaranteed safety that she would be pulled right back. She trusted no one. No busses. No cars. No nothing. She only trusted her own legs, which sadly was slowly but surely giving up as well. Still, it mattered so little. The hours were so early that no one walked the streets. Too late for even night crawlers. No one had been out and noticed the frail thing of a woman either in the city streets or the long connecting country road between Southside and Aston. Just a little bit more. Never in her life had she walked such a distance without the slightest of breaks along the way. Without food. The rain wetting her face and droplets gliding over her now lipstick-smudged and cold-blue lips provided just about enough water to not collapse of dehydration. The surge of assuagement that came over her frightfully terrified and tired eyes saw her final destination, was so overwhelming that she nearly had succumbed right then and there. She became extremely dizzy and the revive from the trance so see her world swirl dangerously. And yet again; she didn’t stop, she didn’t allow her arching and painful ankles lose the support they gave to make sure she didn’t twist and fall.
She could sense the black streaks of running makeup on her cheeks as her face contoured ever so slightly in a hopeful expression as she got close, traversing the parking lot and following the dim light from the building. There was still people there. People who could help her. She needed help. Desperately. She hadn’t gotten away from him until she did. Her eyes were stinging horribly and even more so when they suddenly widened by to sight of him. He was right there. Right by his car. Fumbling with his keys to get out of the rain before risking getting too soaked. His name was ready on her tongue and she wanted to call out to him, but her throat closed up and she felt the scratching pains of the strain she had put it through, breathing in clamming and cold air for so, so long. Tears immediately started falling, mixing and hiding within the rain. “…” Fear grabbed upon her even tighter. He was distracted. He wouldn’t notice her. She had to speak up. She didn’t even know who he was, just that he was someone. And she needed ‘someone’. “...-ver here.” Maeve was truly taken back by the low volume she could push through. And the hoarseness to her voice as well. Would he be able to hear her? Would he see her? Was she even actually there? Perhaps this was all a bad dream and she’d have to wake up in the windowless basement again. As it was predicted for a long time now, she collapsed in the end. Her knees scraping horribly against the uneven asphalt and adding to the many bruises on her arms and on her legs and on her face. Bruises that was now more visible since whatever skin tint that used to cover it up had been washed off by the rain and sweat. She looked a mess. And she was underneath the surface much, much worse.
Sidst rettet af Maeve Tors Maj 13, 2021 11:50 pm, rettet i alt 3 gange |
| | | Ethan
Antal indlæg : 182
| Emne: Sv: Lost and Found [tw] Tors Maj 13, 2021 10:44 pm | |
| He had been a mess ever since he had found out. No matter what he had tried it was like God or some trickster in this world had chosen he wasn't the right person to find her. He had never felt so utterly helpless before, useless and nothing but a burden to the people who actually needed him. Ethan had reached the lowest of himself, then a little bit deeper, he had lost his anchor. The one thing that had kept his darkness away for so long, and then it had just attacked him blindly, till his father had taken it away only few weeks ago. Ethan had headed back to work, feeling like he was the only one who wasn't settling into a life without her. Ethan surely felt alone in the world without her in it, and it made all the unspoken things between them so loud in his mind. The bare thought of the last time he had hugged her could have been the last, what if the last thing he had said to her would be the words he didn't even recall now? No, he hadn't given up hope. Not yet, even if it completely would destroy his soul, he wasn't going to give in till she was in his arms again. He needed her like he needed air.
Thankful for being back at work, he was now heading home after a late shift. He was on desk duty, which was fine, till he at least had earned back the trust of his fellow officers, and they could see if they could trust his mental state. The case had seemed quite for so long, and he felt like they were only three people left to actually care in this building. It was like others had just given up, for found cases they thought was more important - but noting was more important to Ethan, and he had to contain himself, not to lash that statement out. Luckily, officer Rivers had his back on most of these. Knowing how close this case was to him, but also to Maeve's uncle. Cecilia's father, who noted another person he had to face again after he had settled down again, Cecilia. Night-time was his most active hours, his strongest hours, but the sun this time of year already rose in an hour or so, and then the extra spice of power would be gone. Ethan had left the building and walked towards his car, trying to find his keys. He always did have trouble remembering which pocket he had put them. Then he dropped them, marvellous, his luck was sure not with him this time a day. Ethan bended down to pick them up when he finally noticed a figure in the shadows. He quickly stood back up and spun around. "Miss?" He frowned a bit and walked closer.
His heart beating faster and faster, and he could feel his emotions rush up to the surface the closer he got. She collapsed just as he started running to her, and he rushed down next to her, letting his hazel eyes look over her shortly. Seeing it was her. It was really her. Ethan didn't think about the wounds, how she looked or anything but that. His relief of her being in his embrace again as he picked her up was the only thing that mattered. The only thing. "Hey Maeve," he whispered in a low sob as he could barely see from how his eyes watered up, letting a few tears run down over his cheeks. He looked into her eyes as he breathed out, almost not even daring to touch her in fear she wasn't even real. But in the end he had to gently lift her a bit up on his thigh, feeling she was there. "I got you," he added as he gently stroke her hair almost without even touching it. Then he picked her up in his embrace and got back on her feet. He closed his eyes for a second and took a deeper breath in. "I got you."
It was around now in the light of the lampposts that he tuned into reality. Realized how broken and torn apart she was. His mind shut off completely, and his instincts took over, all the instincts that he always had to keep her safe. Ethan knew he needed to get Maeve to the hospital. He shortly looked around him, it would be too risky to walk, and the hospital was too far away. So, he walked her back to his car and placed her on the front seat and put her seatbelt on. "Hold on for a little while longer Mae, you got this." He begged and sat in his car. Then he called the hospital in his car while he drove, telling them he was coming in, asking for doctor Mitchell, mostly because he wanted to make sure Cecilia didn't see this. At least as much as possible. Knowing she was a seer she had most likely already seen more than many of them could handle of this situation. "You better stay with me okay, I gotta get you checked up, so we can go home to Puzzle." |
| | | Maeve
Humør : The more you know about the world, the more clearly you see its monsters. Fag : Studierådgiver | Billedkunst (løb og litteratur) Antal indlæg : 243
| Emne: Sv: Lost and Found [tw] Tors Maj 13, 2021 11:21 pm | |
| Bear? Her mind was a haze but as soon as the stranger stepped close enough, she was overwhelmed with the sense of familiarity. And that voice. It was his. It really was. It was Bear. It was Ethan. Although the police station was just right there, she had in no way expected him. Or anyone for that matter. She had been so desperately in need of someone that her mind hadn’t let her hope for anyone specifically. So much so that she must have forgotten every single other person except for that… man. But now she remembered and as if all her memories had been gone they came back to her, nearly drowning her in the sensation of loving arms wrapping around her fragile body. It hurt so. But it was warm. Oh, if his embrace wasn’t the perfect warmth which her freezing limbs and bruised heart had been craving for hours. For days. For mounths. The hug was the only thing keeping her from completely folding in on herself as she sat up on her bleeding knees. And with her arms too weak to wrap around his broad chest, she began to cry. Uncontrollably tears fell from her face as it contorted in a sudden return of emotions. She was sobbing, and yet her cries were low and soft. She could feel it out-through her entire self and she realised just how much stress she had been under. After the first weeks she had gotten ever so used to that feeling that she had forgotten how it felt to not be. “Bear,” she somehow managed to push through her cry-swollen throat. But it didn’t matter if she couldn’t say it louder, she knew that he’d hear her. He had hear her before. And now he was so close, so he had to be able to hear her now. Hear the relief in her voice. As well as hearing the few broken pieces of her. As he pulled himself out from her to look at her, her eyes were still rather disorientated but the clear part of them was still not wavering from him. It was him. She saw him. His face. His eyes. He touched her and by that, she touched him. He was real. This was real…. Right?! She could still not feel convinced. This was a cruel play if it wasn’t but her life had only been that - cruel - to her for the past too many weeks. Worst of all; she didn’t like the touch however gentle it was. It was as if the softer the touch, the more it had her face pull a uncomfortable cringe. I got you. The tone made her feel safe but the words made fear poke at her. Her legs shook under her, even with him supporting her to stand. She felt the call to run. Good thing she simply couldn’t. Not anymore. He shouldn’t even want to! This was her Bear! She could trust him. Better than anyone! Had the demon really left her in so many pieces?
Maeve struggled not even one bit as he picked her up. And neither did she as she was placed in his car. Was he going to drive her back? Back to… Small hands had found the seatbelt and they cramped around it. No. Her head was hanging with less and less strength in her neck until she started to speak to her. Guide her to stay with him and she found strength to turn her head to his side. Even more memories of the exact same view - her on the passenger seat and him by the wheel - came to her. It was just.. she was so tired.. And she could finally relax her legs. She could finally…
A sudden and very sharp pain immediately pulled her from her creeping unconsciousness. She jolted and then she screamed. The pain grew with a passion and it was in a matter of seconds before it was completely unbearable for her. She folded completely over herself in her seat, arms wrapped tightly around her stomach. It was there the pain came from. She could even feel it in her spin after yet another few seconds. Her screams continues. It was horrible. She had never felt anything like it. Or no. She had. But in her agonising state she didn’t think as far as to recognise it. Having felt something similar didn’t make it any less painful or easier to handle. Her eyes were shut tightly and one might worry that she would rip the sides of her mouth, so wide her mouth was open to let out the screaming. And in the middle of it, the smell of blood started to fill the car just as the soaked and light-coloured dirty dress turned more and more red around the lower regions. She was bleeding. Heavily. Way too heavily to be any kind of menstruation. And the pain; much more severe. So severe that she unconscously had her one arm strike to the side to grab the indends of the door. |
| | | Ethan
Antal indlæg : 182
| Emne: Sv: Lost and Found [tw] Søn Maj 16, 2021 8:43 pm | |
| He noticed everything. Every single little movement she made as she folded her hands around the seatbelt, how they clenched around it like a child terrified of what would happen next. His eyes met with hers shortly, he couldn't describe how he was feeling in this moment. The mix of relief by having her here, along with all the darkest parts of his thoughts that reminded him yet again, that he hadn't been there for her like he had promised. He had failed to protect her from whatever horrors she had experienced. Ethan knew the damage done to the body was only the first layer, and he almost gasped with fear over what she might have been through. Ethan had been so clouded in his head that he even had forgotten perhaps Cecilia could have told him more, but maybe it had been the right call not to know too much in the end.
The silence. It was like a heavy fog placed in the car, slightly dreadful and making him forget where he was in his head for a second. However, the silence was soon demolished by a screamed so loud and bended over as if the pain came from her stomach. His eyes flickered to her trying to figure out what to do, slightly being out of his head, his heart was jumping head over heels by not knowing what to do. The screaming didn't stop, and it felt like he was being dragged right back into his darkness, the pit where he had spent time in his mind the past months, but this wasn't inside his head, it wasn't even him. It was her. "Maeve," he tried to call out to her, but didn't dare to touch her as he didn't want to risk triggering her in any way. He observed her with his best ability. It was almost surprising how collected he kept his face, like he took the role of being the calm in this storm. "Do you remember the first day we met?" He asked and took a deeper breath in. "I was sitting outside on the bench eating my lunch, it was in the beginning of summer and the sun was shining so bright. I had this really cool shirt on, that hat you love and those round sunglasses," he told, which was far from correct. The t-shirt had some lame pun on and had been a size too big, not to mention the hat that was anything but trendy. Ethan had no idea if this were useful at all, but if anything, he could give it a try, now that he had informed the hospital, he assumed that Ash would know if it took too long - they would have to come to the station. Ethan just wanted to see if it could help changing her focus to something else, something familiar and good. It pained him to see her like this, but he could not let his own worry and pain for her get ahead of the fact that she would need him to be calm. "I remember you sitting next to me, wearing was it a yellow top with some floral print. My little hamster, I knew that the second I saw you, that you would be one of the most important people in my life." Ethan took a deeper breath in. "And I will help you, I will. Breathe Mae, breathe."
The doors were locked to the car, but he wasn't going to start the car till he was at least sure she had calmed down. It was critical to wait. But he knew Ash was the professional here, he would know how to long he should wait till sending an ambulance out for them. But even in that case, was it selfish of him to not trust the professionals with her? |
| | | Maeve
Humør : The more you know about the world, the more clearly you see its monsters. Fag : Studierådgiver | Billedkunst (løb og litteratur) Antal indlæg : 243
| Emne: Sv: Lost and Found [tw] Søn Maj 16, 2021 9:42 pm | |
| Maeve heard nothing of what was said. She didn’t hear him desperately trying to pull forth good memories. She didn’t hear him call her one of the most important people in his life. She didn’t hear it. She couldn’t hear him and how she'd have wished she could.. His voice was completely masked by her own screaming and the cloud which the pain left on her brain. She didn’t notice how the car had stopped either, not even notice how it had nearly swung her body so abruptly forward that she might as well have smashed her head right into the air back had her seat not been pulled as far back as it had been possible just to properly get her in to begin with. She didn’t seem to feel the seat belt jamming into her sore body. She didn’t even feel the soreness of the bruises. There was so many different kinds of pain that one was able to experience and in that very moment she came to know that some of them was even capable of numbing other kinds.
Tears had started streaming from her eyes once again as she forced them open with a big strain. Wailing got mixed with the screaming and the scream only sounded more and more hoarse and ripping. The hand of the arm around her stomach was cramping unto the drenched dress. “It.. it HURTS!!” she suddenly screamed as she finally figured out a way to get her words out through the pain. Her other hand had in the meanwhile found its way to the handle which she immediately grabbed and franticly pulled at. So much so that there might’ve been a risk of her just ripping it right off if she had just a little bit more strength in her weak arms. It was locked, so the door didn’t butch, which probably was for the best. But she wasn’t thinking clearly. “I can’t..!” She just wanted it to stop. Millions of knifes was currently stabbing at her womb. She was only getting weaker and more pale as more blood seeped out from between her legs, destroying the seat as it got absorbed into the fabric. But together with that, the screaming also finally faded. The pain, however, didn’t. With a breath way too deep and desperate than one would think proper, she swung her head backwards and let her body unfold, as she slammed herself back up against the back-rest of the seat. Her head was leaned even further back than that, pressing the tops of it against the seat. Her out stretch throat was pulsing in the rhythm of her hyperventilating breathe. She tried - she really did - to perform some sort relieving technique but she ultimately failed due to the crying and the compulsion of her body. It sounded almost like she was about to give birth. The hand having pulled and ripped at the inner door handled fell from it like it was made like a big sack of sand; heavy and flopping. But instantly she lifted it back up, only to fail in grabbing a hold of anything and it just… flopped back. She couldn’t hold it up herself. And whether it was because she was too weak of what, it wasn’t really known.
The feverish sweat was most likely being camouflaged by the drops of rain which had soaked her for those many, many hours out in the middle of it. If it wasn’t for the painful complications, the cold would undoubtedly have been the cause of the fever which was starting to come over her. She was fragile and she had truly only been able to hold herself together through the fear. So now that she was met with relief and safety she was feeling it all.
For just a moment she looked as if she was able to handle the pain and the discomfort - as if it had subsided - but when she was about to turn her crying face towards the man to her left with pleads of help, it waved over her again. The scream returned and gradually got louder as she once more folded herself over, this time even deeper than before. |
| | | Ethan
Antal indlæg : 182
| Emne: Sv: Lost and Found [tw] Lør Maj 22, 2021 9:07 am | |
| It HURTS, the screaming sound echoed in his mind. Ethan in shock not knowing what to do in this situation. So, he just looked - which was most likely the worst thing he could do. He knew that he could drive them, but he didn't know if it would be safe, best leaving it to the professionals. He cursed to himself for a second why it would've been him finding him when he was this useless, why not Cecilia, Cecilia would have known what to do within seconds. Ethan was blinded by the fact he had found her, not seeing passed the screams of agony to realize how bad things really were. But it was like as he got processed the fact she was here, he could push that in the back of his head and focus more on what was going on. Ethan's hazel eyes scanned her, finally feeling the first ache in his heart by the damage, feeling the second stab as she tried to get out for a short second, his eyes kept scanning her realizing the fresher blood from her legs, providing him with the most heart-breaking stab of them all. She needed help. "Yes, you can," he broke his silence and took a sharper breath in. "You can, I'm here," he assured her and exhaled. Ethan quickly looked back to see if he could see the ambulance, Dr. Mitchell better hurry, he thought to himself. "Help is on its way," he wanted to provide her with some sort of comfort in knowing that help was on the way, even if he had to let go of the fact, he couldn't be the one helping her in this. Ethan put on the hazard lights, if anything they shouldn't risk any more damage by someone driving into them in the middle of the road.
He watched her slam herself back into the seat, his eyes following her every movement. Then again, he was scared to take his eyes form her all together. Scared that she would be gone if he looked away for too long. Ethan could see her trying, she tried, he knew she tried with all her power. He felt like an idiot for not knowing what do to, and perhaps he was, he held his breath for a moment. Just for a moment it seemed like she got a hold on the pain. But like the storm raging the scream returned, even sharper and painful than before as she leaned forward again. Ethan loosened his seatbelt and then clicked on hers to get it loosened not wanting her to end up panicking due the lack of movement. "I'm here," he assured her yet again, and finally dared to place a comforting hand on her back. He took a deeper breath in trying to keep himself calm, but he was far from calm. Far from. There were a few reasons why she would bleed so much, and the worry boiling up in him yet again, but he couldn't allow himself to sit here and feel bad for himself and not having been able to find her. Ethan wanted nothing more than to hold her close and tell her everything was going to be alright.
The red light shining through the mirrors in the car, gave him a small sense of hope. The ambulance was here. Help was here. He could see them come closer and he pushed the button to unlock the doors when he could see Dr. Mitchell walking towards Maeve's door. "Ash Mitchell is here, he will help you," Ethan commented just before the door opened.
The demi-god opened the door looking at the pained human on the seat. Then giving Ethan a short glare, but not saying anything, at least he had made the right call to call Ash. Ash sat down and looked up at Maeve. "Maeve Poe, I thought you promised me that the next time we would see each other, it would be in the mall," he breathed out letting his eyes examen her. He had been there to help her out of the car crash last summer. Ash' was way quicker to scan her body language and given the blood from her legs, she was having a miscarriage, at least that was his overall theory. "Okay Poe, how about we get you out of this small car," he suggested, but it really wasn't a suggestion at all. She needed something for the pain, she needed to relax for just a second, he could tell how stressed her body was. "I will keep you safe, okay?" Ash needed her to trust him. With all the damage her body seemed to have been through, he wouldn't blame her for not trusting him at first hand. But he wasn't a stranger, not the best friend, not close to her in anyway like that, but she knew him. He hoped that it would be enough for her mind to hold onto in its need of survival. "The ambulance is just behind us, and I'm going to drive you to the hospital, and we will take care of you, is that alright with you?" Again, it wasn't like she had any choice, but it was also dangerous to just simply take her out of the car if she wasn't in her right mind. Ash wasn't here to cause more stress on her. |
| | | Maeve
Humør : The more you know about the world, the more clearly you see its monsters. Fag : Studierådgiver | Billedkunst (løb og litteratur) Antal indlæg : 243
| Emne: Sv: Lost and Found [tw] Søn Maj 23, 2021 11:09 am | |
| His hand upon her back was an instant comfort, although it was far from enough. It was still there and it was almost all it needed to be. Hunched over in her seat, fighting against the pain and the scary thought of what was wrong and what was happening and was she going to die; now of all times, she swung and arm across her chest to reach over the opposite shoulder. His hand was way in no way close to where she could reach but desperation cared very little about such a matter. She reached the farthest she possibly could and frantically waved her hand as if to usher his hand closer, close enough so she could grab it. She needed to hold him. Her body needed the touch and she truly had no other way of telling him. But at the same time she needed the hand to simply stay there on her back, stroking it. It was such a familiar feeling that wasn’t she already sobbing, she’d been crying over just that. It wasn’t even that she hadn’t cried while in the horrible and abusive hands of the demonic monster. No. She had tried multiple times exerted herself so much that she had been left complete dehydrated and thereby even weaker to the inhumane strength that had held her down and played with her. So, while this wasn’t withheld tears finally coming out, it felt like it to her in a sense and she would probably have noticed the relief much more if she wasn’t caught in a frightful bubble. At least the screaming had faded again only leaving the heart breaking weeping. She was so scared. So scared.
She barely perceived that the car door to her right opened up before the damp early morning air hit her wet and exposed body. And then another recognisable voice sounded. She somehow managed to lift her head just the right amount and turn it to look through tear-stinging eyes upon the strong browed man. In the past he wasn’t really someone she was happy to see when she did and truthfully, she was in no state at the exact moment to figure out if she was this time or not. After all, something was always wrong when she did. And in no way was she currently capably of appreciating this attempt at a joke - trying to calm her or not. Her face was awfully pale, even in the yellow light from the street lights around and the reflexions of the ever-changing red and blue light from the ambulance. But her cheeks; her cheeks were flashing a bright red feverish hue. “Some… something is wrong!..” she mustered, her voice being weak and still there was sharp panic in it. “What’s happening?! Plea-…” Another surge of pain came over her the moment she started to move out of the car - with a lot of help from Ash, and she clenched her jar tightly as if it would help. Her body was already shaking from the cold and the exhaustion but now also from the pain and she really wasn’t much for straightening her legs, let alone to walk. Her feet hurt, now that they had felt the relief of not holding her weight for the past many hours and her calved had cramped automatically. It was a mess. She was a mess. That was exactly what Borys Ignatyev at left her as. A mess. A bundle of broken pieces that barely held together. Having gotten out of the car and using every inch of physical support she could pry from the known doctor, she at last turned her brown eyes in the direction where she had last seen Ethan, panicking if she didn’t see him there and then looking around to find him as she was escorted just a little further down the road. She could feel the streaks of blood running down her naked legs. Legs that basically couldn’t hold her up any longer. Eventually, halfway to the ambulance, her knees gave in again and due to a whip of pain her body tried instinctively to fold itself over again if it wasn’t for the support she had.
It wasn’t easy getting to the ambulance and luckily a gurney had been pulled from the ambulance by other workers and quickly rolled over to meet the patient so she wouldn’t have to travel the entire way. She couldn’t get unto it herself, for obvious reasons, but strong arms where there to assist and within what felt like an enternity but really only was less than a minute, she laid in the gurney and rolled back to the ambulance and the entire bed with her in it got lifted into the back. All the while she had her arms pressed as tightly against her stomach as she could while still being forced to lay straight on her back. Her eyes for the most part being shut and her jar constantly tensing up and relaxing to let out her jumping cries. At some point she removed one of her arms from her stomach to waves the other, much like she had done to get Ethan’s hand nearer. Ethan was there, wasn’t he? He was still there, right?! |
| | | Ethan
Antal indlæg : 182
| Emne: Sv: Lost and Found [tw] Lør Maj 29, 2021 7:24 am | |
| Ash had signalled with his hands to get the gurney, assisting Maeve to get her up, so they could get her to the hospital as fast as they needed. Leaving the human standing outside of his car, wanting to hold her hand again. Ethan stood there totally lost in his thoughts when Ash approached him, it was the hand on his shoulder that made Ethan return to reality and Ash guided him to the ambulance. As soon as everyone got inside the doors closed, and the ambulance took off to the hospital. Luckily, the road ahead wasn't too long, and no one was out this time of day, making everything go much more smoothly. Ethan grabbed Maeve's hand, letting her know that he was here. He was still here. All the paramedic and doctor talk went totally over his head, he didn't hear a thing. Ethan's overall focus was based on Maeve, he barely registered that they were driving not that they stopped after reaching the hospital.
The doors opened, he could sense the break of dawn. "I need you to let go for a while," the demi-god's voice like a distant echo in Ethan's head. And Ash had to repeat a few times before Ethan even realized that he needed to let go in order to get Maeve out of the ambulance again. So, he let go, and got out of the ambulance. He followed the gurney as they drove off with Maeve. He didn't pay attention to the people around him or anything at all, his legs were just moving. But then he was stopped by a set of doors, and some nurses telling him he couldn't follow her further, leaving him standing there by the doors looking as she went somewhere he couldn't follow. Ethan took a few steps back from the door and rushed his hands to his head. It was like his mind finally processed what had went on, and the water finally released from his eyes as he shut them tight.
It was first when he heard a familiar voice shouting to get in there, that he again returned to reality. Cecilia trying to get into the room, yelling at her nurses to let her back in. However, she spotted Ethan. She hadn't seen him in months and it wasn't like she wanted to see him now. Even if he had found Maeve and all but standing there with bloodstains on his clothing and tears in his eyes, she couldn't anything but walk over there to give him a brief hug, god knew he needed it. "Ash is going to take good care of her okay?" She took a deeper breath in, not knowing if she was convincing herself or Ethan most, but she trusted Ethan. "Give me a second," she blinked a few tears from her eyes that was threatening close to run over her cheeks. "I will call her parents," she took a deeper breath in and summoned her phone to dial the number. |
| | | Maeve
Humør : The more you know about the world, the more clearly you see its monsters. Fag : Studierådgiver | Billedkunst (løb og litteratur) Antal indlæg : 243
| Emne: Sv: Lost and Found [tw] Ons Jun 09, 2021 10:33 am | |
| Maeve’s small and dainty fingers clasped immediately around Ethan’s the very moment she felt the slightest touch of it. He had such big hands. Not only compared to hers however it was nearly on the verge of comical. But nothing was funny right then and there. She only found the comfort of his palm against hers and her small grip tightened rhythmically to the pains that shot through her abused body. An insignificant part of her mind felt bad for not being gentle, it was entirely involuntary after all. Even though she was sure she in no way actually had the strength to ever hurt someone like Ethan. Not physically… At some point it all became more bearable. She hadn’t even noticed someone having put a needle into the large vein on top of her other hand and thereby not noticed the clear solution which was then flowing into her body and giving it a relief of some kind and after the plastic oxygen mask went over her mouth and nose, she turned her head to Ethan next to her - or rather; it rolled over as if there was very little strength in her neck. Her brown eyes just looking at him. Scared. Hurt. Home. She could cry again.
By the time his hand wasn’t in hers anymore as they separated in the hospital hall, she was still conscious and felt sparks of fear but it all went so fast… And the next she was blinded by operation lights and.. then ..
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Collin had done some effort to not smudges his fingers upon the window glass but that effort had only lasted a few moments after first having placed himself in front of it before he had completely forgotten about it and was now leaving faint finger prints near the bottom of it as he rested both his hands on the very slim border of the broad window. He was looking through the glass into the hospital room and had done so for quite some time now. Looked at his sleeping sister in the one bed. At least, it looked as if she was just sleeping. Laid on her back with the head end of it elevated a bit. Her eyes were closed and her chest was moving calmly up and down. But she was hooked back up to machines like he had seen her be a couple of times before. “Why is Maeve sleeping here? Wouldn’t she sleep better back home?” he asked, seemingly out in the room since he only after speaking turned his head away from the window and over to the older boy, who was sitting restlessly in one of the chairs aligning the hallway. Sawyer didn’t answer. He didn’t want to. And frankly he didn’t know what to answer. Also, if he had japed a ‘don’t know’ at his baby brother, he’d have to hear for it, without a doubt. There was very little room for snappy comments at the point in time. Understandably so… For a good while, the youngest of the Poe family just kept looking at his silent brother for answers but eventually his brown familiar eyes wandered from him to the oldest of the three boys, sitting in another chair on the other side of the hall and was currently sitting with his head down and had been very quiet this whole time and then at his father - well, supposed father, who at least looked back at him but only shook vaguely on his head. So Collin just found another question to ask. “Where’s mum?” This was the last straw for Sawyer for some reason and the before silent boy was now very quick to talk back. “She’d be here too if you hadn’t brought your stupid cat to the hospital! Now she has to deal with that. Who brings their pet to a hospital! It has fleas.” “Noir is not stupid! And he doesn’t have fleas! He’s cleaner than you are. AND smarter!” “As i-..”
“Boys.” Benjamin Poe didn’t even need to raise his voice very much to have the both of them go mute and look in his general direction. The man looked tired. Much more worn than he did after a longer lecture and commute back home from work. He hadn’t slept much, none of them had after being woken up by the break of dawn with the news of Maeve having been found. And by Ethan nonetheless. It was a miracle. Truly. But he couldn’t even see her yet except from through the window which Collin - bless that boys soul - was glued to. In due time, he reminded himself. In due time he’d be able to go in and hold his baby girl. Sawyer grumped a little before falling back into his seat to ignore his little brother while Collin clenched his jaw and pulled on the inherited dimpled in his cheeks before turning his head back towards his sister. Tilting his head as he watched. “Will she wake up soon?” he asked, this time to noone in particularly. |
| | | Cecilia
Humør : Experience is a brutal teacher, but you learn. Antal indlæg : 390
| Emne: Sv: Lost and Found [tw] Søn Aug 01, 2021 8:54 am | |
| Sleep. What had sleep really been the past hours? Cecilia had passed out in the on call room till Lucas had picked her up and taken her home. Making sure she got at least some amount of sleep. Which was why Ethan was still sitting here, he knew she would be back soon, because Cecilia would want to see her cousin when she woke up right? Yeah, Ethan had spoken to Nia a few hours earlier before stepping closer to the room where Maeve was in, looking at Colin and Sawyer discussing something, oh yeah, he had seen Delilah run after the cat earlier. Will she wake up soon? Ethan took a deeper breath in, standing not far away from them, but not too close either just able to see her through the glass. "Yeah, she will -" he responded and took a deeper breath in as he gave himself the strength to step closer to them. He placed his hand on Benjamin's shoulder shortly and let his eyes met with his for a second before he once again looked through the glass. Ethan had not been able to let go of the scene he had seen last night, been in a total panic mood - he hadn't even realized what had went on till he slowly had process and picked up the pieces over the last hours.
Ethan then squatted down in front of the chairs the boys were sitting in. "She just needs a little bit of rest, and she will wake up -" he assured the kid. Ash Mitchell was an asshole and as bitter as one could get, but the man was good at what he did, so he had fate in Maeve had been and was in the best hands possible. At least she was back. Ethan took a deeper breath in, reminding himself that he wasn't dreaming. Maeve was back. |
| | | Maeve
Humør : The more you know about the world, the more clearly you see its monsters. Fag : Studierådgiver | Billedkunst (løb og litteratur) Antal indlæg : 243
| Emne: Sv: Lost and Found [tw] Søn Aug 01, 2021 10:26 am | |
| The sound of Ethan’s voice immediately caught the boys’ attention - even Jonathans and especially Collin’s. Although the youngest of the boys had decided to turn away from the others just a moment ago, there wasn’t the slightest hesitation before his head swung to the side. The boy adored that man. All the boys did but none of the others had probably been running in the heels of him as much as Collin had and essentially still did whenever he had the chance. And then there was the obvious; Ethan had been the one to find Maeve exactly as Collin had believe. Because if anyone could bring her back.. The young boy stepped half a step away from the glass, clearly wanting to hoard the man to himself but instead he stood for a moment and looked at how his dad placed his own hand on the hand on his shoulder, giving it a clap or two and met with Ethan’s concern.
Jonathan finally looked back up when Ethan moved over in front of him and what before had just been a quick glance in his direction now stayed more put. More or less forced to now that all focus seemed to be on him. “Yea, that was what the doctor said too,” he responded rather quietly as he crossed his arms and pushed his shoulder just a little bit more up around his ears, retracting a little bit more in himself. He wasn’t fond of hospitals. And he definitely didn’t like it when Maeve was in them. Even spending a day in one when it was bring-your-child-to-work-day he didn’t like it, so it wouldn’t be much of a surprise to how uncomfortable he possibly looked. But Jonathan was also the oldest. He needed to be the strongest one. The mature one. He couldn’t be acting childish like his brothers even though he too wanted to stand squashed up against the glass or sit ready in his chair to run into the room as soon as their sister was showing signs of waking up. Jonathan didn’t maintain eye contact with Ethan either. He tried! But whenever he looked at him, his Poe-brown eyes wandered somewhere else quickly thereafter. “..-” He wanted to say something but instead of his mouth opening and just nothing coming out, it was as if he had sealed his lips and couldn’t let the words out. “Maeve will be fine.” It was Benjamin in the seat next to Jonathan who spoke for him. Or at least calming the intrusive images in his son’s mind and not letting them take over as the middle-aged professor had been able to sense them accumulating. And it worked as the tension fell just a little in the boy’s body. And Jonathan just nodded, still averting eye contact with anyone. Benjamin, though, looked at Ethan as a faint apology. Or rather a you understand. Collin had in the meantime walked over to stand beside Ethan but was too well-mannered than to interrupt.
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The beeping of the heart monitor had become the one most recognizable thing for Maeve Poe to hear as she woke up. Well, not recognizable but familiar. It was always the first thing her mind would hear and she had heard it so often. It was like a metronome. Nearly hypnotizing, especially in the awakening moment where the consciousness wasn’t entirely there. But it was also guiding. Guiding her eyes to slowly open up and adjust to the room. She was awfully dazed. There was still residues of the anaesthesia in her body as well as numbing pain medication. She carefully turned her head on the soft pillow and as if a unconscious part always knew which way to look, her matted eyes looked right through the window and open door to the hallways, finding her family. It was surreal and frankly in her state she was convinced this wasn’t actually real. That this was just her mind playing tricks on her. That this just was her drugged up mind seeing things while she was still in the basement. Rohyphenol, she had discovered, messed with your mind. It didn’t only make you forget.
She saw Ethan first. And then she saw Collin pacing to him. Oh. Little Collin. A slight move by Ethan and she saw her dad. And she saw Jonathan. She wanted to go to them. They were right there. Real or not. She started rolling over to roll out of the bed, but she hadn’t been aware of the tubes attached to her, so by doing this the monitor clamp on her one thumb fell off and she pulled just enough on another stick-on monitor that the machine started acting up, beeping loudly to alert staff since this meant that her heart rate was drastically dropping. This shocked even Maeve but even more so..
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Benjamin was out of his chair within less than a second when the alarming sound had started. Jonathan too had turned pale and his eyes stared straight towards the room with his sister in it while his dad’s eyes were whipping down both ends of the hallway hoping to see someone hasting towards them. Fighting the urge to just run in although knowing that if anything was wrong he’d be in the way. |
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