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Post by clouds just clouds on Mar 2, 2014 21:10:29 GMT -8
Rex came to a short stop in front of a hospital. Edmund slipped off of Rex, blinding pain flashing through him. He couldn't feel anything on his ski anymore, but he knew his blood was draining. He pushed open one of the glass doors, managing to squeeze Rex and Cyril inside. He didn't want to pass out, but walking was beyond painful. Lucky for him, the nurse at the check-in spotted them, and almost immediately called other nurses.
Edmund felt his knees shaking. He glanced up at Cyril, "Th-They will need to remove the bullet, they'll take her, but as soon as they're done, don't leave." Edmund was counting the number of Cyrils he saw. About five. Or six? "I'm afraid they'll go after you again..." Xan hid her face, continuing to whimper. What were those loud shots? She didn't know. If Dina wants, she can control some nurses. Or we can skip to later tomorrow.
In any case, Edmund's legs gave out and he collapsed onto the pristine white floor.
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Post by Dina Doo on Mar 3, 2014 5:08:22 GMT -8
Somehow, Cyril had been able to get off Rex, probably because there were other nurses who had come towards him to pull him off the black wolf. The poor boy staggered, his head hagging. But he still held onto Xan, if he could because he'd be damned if he couldn't keep her safe.
"You can let her go," one of the nurses muttered softly to the wounded boy. She reached for Xan. "It'll be alright." But Cyril tried pulling her away. The nurse tried again. "I promise she'll be safe with us. When you're better again, she'll be back with you. It'll be alright," she repeated in such a soft tone that Cyril couldn't help but let his hold on his daughter, letting her go because he figured she would be safe among the nurses. The prostitute fell back into the arms of a doctor and perhaps he and Edmund were carted away.
Does Cloudy want Dina to skip? Skip to what exactly?
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Post by clouds just clouds on Mar 3, 2014 11:42:06 GMT -8
Edmund wanted to kill whoever shot him. Now he had to walk with a stupid crutch. Each step sent irritating pain through him, and his shoulder ached constantly. He wanted to find a healer, fast. At least the hospital healed him somewhat, but he would have bullet pains for a while. When he was caught walking around, a nurse caught him and told him that his granddaughter, who he assumed was Xan, was in a small daycare. He walked over there to see how she was, and to his surprise, Cyril wasn't there.
A small nurse tried to get her to speak, but Xan skillfully ignored her and played with her own blocks. She glanced up and caught Edmund, instantly abandoning her blocks. "Graapaa! Graapaa!! Where Daddy?" She threw herself onto him, making him grunt. A small smirk lifted Edmund's lips.
"It's grandpa. Grand-" He paused. "No, I'm not your grandpa." He limped over to a chair and carefully sat himself down. The nurse looked relieved to see him, and before he could object, she left the small room. Great. Xan leaned against Edmund's leg. "Your father is getting taken care of." He nodded, watching Xan distantly. He wondered how bad it would be to abandon Xan and wait somewhere else. The child crawled onto his lap and fell sleepily against his chest. That was it. He couldn't leave her. Xan twisted in his lap, looking sleepily up at him. "What's your name?"
"X... Xan Alewandra," Xan tried her hardest to say it, her gaze sleepy. "Owwie?"
"Yeah, I have a couple of owwies." Edmund didn't know if he should hold her or not. He was a stranger, and kids weren't his thing. But Cyril was gone. Fear shot through him. What would he do if Cyril didn't make it? What would Xan do? He looked down at her and found her fast asleep, sucking on her thumb.
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Post by Dina Doo on Apr 24, 2014 4:19:42 GMT -8
But Edmund didn't have to worry about Cyril. As soon as Edmund had been taken care of, the doctors turned their attention on Cyril, who was still bleeding out at that point. But the doctors worked to care for his arm, remove the bullet, wrap his arm up, and sent him to a room to rest. However, the young father had no intention of wanting to sleep; he had to see his daughter, he had to go get her.
When no one was looking and the attention had slipped over to another group of people who had been brought in, the lethargic teenager sneaked away from his room and made his way around the hospital. Cyril had found a map earlier that had told him where the daycare was, so his legs carried him there.
Anxiety coursed through him, just as it always did when he didn't know where his daughter was or what was happening. But he didn't need to worry either as when he stumbled upon the daycare, he also stumbled upon the sight of his daughter sleeping in the lap of that strange gunman who had been helping him out. Cyril, trying to calm his frantically beating heart from the left over anxiety, bravely stepped towards the gunman and sat himself carefully down in front of them.
His cheeks turned a bright red as he went to speak but his eyes softened at the sight of Xan sleeping peacefully. "I-I can take her," he began, his voice breaking off. "I-if you don't want to hold her, I mean.."
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Post by clouds just clouds on Apr 24, 2014 22:32:03 GMT -8
Edmund found a blush caressing his own cheeks. "She crawled onto me on her own." His small grumble barely fell from his lips and he glanced down at the child in his arms to hide the relief that pooled in his eyes. The moment he saw Cyril walk in had caused all his muscles to release their stressful tense. "You can take her." He gently tried to lift Xan, but he winced because it pulled at his healing wounds. A whimper left the child and she buried herself further into Edmund's chest, not at all helping with the old man's blush. He frowned slightly. "Xan? Wake up, everything is okay." The child let out a whimper, refusing to budge. "Your father is here."
Immediately, Xan whipped around and tumbled off of Edmund's lap and threw herself into Cyril's. Tears filled her eyes and she let out a sob, "Daddy!! Daddy, owwie? Owwie?" She wrapped her weak arms around him and squeezed as tightly as she could, tears crawling down her cheeks.
Edmund lifted his golden gaze into Cyril's eyes, feeling harsh pinches of jealously. And much more. He pushed the feeling away, even if he deserved them, and focused on the scene in front of him. "How are you feeling? The bullet wound, how is it?"
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Post by Dina Doo on Apr 25, 2014 4:27:58 GMT -8
Immediately, Cyril wrapped his good arm around his daughter and tried pulling her close, lulling his head against hers. "Y-yeah, owwie," he whispered softly to her. "B-but it's okay, Xanny. I-it'll be okay, don't cry." Like Saghani did to Amorak, perhaps Cyril tried to gently rock to and fro in an attempt to comfort his daughter. His pale purple gaze lifted to Edmund now. Cyril's previous anxiousness faded away completely, leaving nothing more than an exhausted teenager. "Th-they were able to get the bullet out and they said everything was fine. H-how are you holding up?"
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Post by clouds just clouds on Apr 25, 2014 8:55:34 GMT -8
Edmund's lips cracked apart, but he closed them and gave a shrug, which caused pain to jar through him and make him let out a swear. He noted Cyril's fatigue and clenched his teeth tightly. Weighing his options, he found an increasing sense of discomfort and then let out a long sigh. "They might continue after you. Those gun men. I don't know who they are, and you need to rest. I'm going to get a hotel room, find a healer, and you will stay in that hotel room." Edmund's gaze danced to the side. "And I don't mean a hotel room for... your job." A blush dusted his cheeks. "I have absolutely no interest in that. I'm just taking responsibility." He didn't mean to be mean to Cyril, he just wanted to get that across so Cyril wouldn't have to worry.
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Post by Dina Doo on Apr 26, 2014 19:50:23 GMT -8
"T-they're probably that guy's- f-from last night- gang. A-as far as they know, I was the last person who was with him," Cyril stuttered quietly, closing his eyes as he felt all strength he had left leave him. See, he may have been a prostitute but he was by no means dumb. (Trust me, his father wouldn't stand for that) But Cyril was scared; the idea of people being after him made him scared. He had no way of defending himself or his daughter and all he could do was run. He swallowed down his fear and slowly opened his eyes, glancing up at Edmund. "B-but thanks.. f-for helping us.. I-I don't think I ever got your name.."
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Post by clouds just clouds on Apr 27, 2014 0:15:18 GMT -8
Anger set Edmund's jaw. He stared at the space above Cyril's head, trying to formulate plans in his head, ways that he could drop off Cyril and forget about him. His eyes fell onto Cyril. "Damn it." His jaw muscles twitched with annoyance. "I didn't think things through." Leaning forward, Edmund felt his face screw up with pain because his bullet wounds pulled uncomfortably. Pained, he pushed his hand out. "Edmund Daniels. I'll take care of this. Meanwhile, you're going to have to get use to my ugly face because you've got yourself a body guard."
Edmund's eyes dropped down to Xan. "I'll fix the mess I made and then you're free to..." Once again, Edmund closed his mouth and his jaw muscles twitched. How about trying to make a real living? "I'll fix it."
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Post by Dina Doo on Apr 27, 2014 16:53:57 GMT -8
"Y-you don't have to do that," Cyril stammered quickly, surprised at Edmund's sudden words. "I-I'll be okay.. I-I can just skip to another land or town. Y-you really don't have to.." Timid Cyril felt bad about taking Edmund away from whatever priorities he had. He didn't like the attention either. "I-I know you think what I do is.. f-foul," I know it is... "But I have to make money," Cyril said, boldly, feeling tired of hearing about his profession. He already knew that, he mentally beat himself about it all the time. His gaze lowered to Xan and he went to pull his daughter closer to him. "I-I have to.."
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