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Post by Emma Lawrence on Dec 5, 2010 0:53:05 GMT -5
Making MovesBecause where else would she be on her day off? That's why she sat in the public library downtown, which by this time was virtually inaccessable by car because of traffic and rain combination, with her legs crossed, completely engrossed in a book. She'd been here for the good portion of the past three hours, engrossed in books and nothing else. She'd done all her errands today: doctor's in the morning, Rosewood for brunch, and she'd even managed to sneak into a high school academic decathelon tournament by using her ID, which provided her with the title of "Professor." Sometimes she really loved her job. Other times, it made her look like a total nerd. Really, who wanted to see academic league competitions on their days off? So this was her down time. By now, the rain had stopped, creating a little bit of flooding in the streets, but the sidewalks were pretty clear. In finishing her third and final book, Emma put it back where she'd found it on the shelf, and quitted the public library, wondering what she could do with the rest of her evening. The air was bitter and smelled of burning wood. Someone must've been trying to keep warm in an alley, or a fireplace was going nearby. Her cheeks flushed red, the rest of her pale skin making her red, lipstick-stained mouth stand out. She wondered if, by pure serendipity, someone might come along?
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Post by Andrew on Dec 5, 2010 1:13:00 GMT -5
Trouble? Nah.[/center[ He was tired of being stuck inside. Actually tired from being kept awake by a ghost last night that had a message for a girl at the library. Sighing, he forced himself up and out the door, despite the weather. For some odd reason (certainly not because of what happened last night) he was standing in-front of the library. He argued with himself until the rain had died down, and by this point, he was soak and wet down to the bone. Pushing the door open he shuddered as the warm heat hit his chilled body. Sniffing loudly, he looked around as he blew hot air into his hands. "Are you okay?" He nodded at the woman at the main desk. " Y-yeah, can... do you have a towel or something?" He asked softly through chattering teeth. "Sure thing." The girl nodded, hurrying off to get it. Andrew sighed, lowering his head as he began striping his wet jacket from his wet clothes. Which, let's face it, not an easy task. " Oh Jesus... come on." He grunted. "Sir, I have the towel." The girl returned, holding it out to him. " Yeah, just...." He grunted, finally freeing one arm. " One sec--" Words stopped as his world turned upside down, and his body slammed into the floor. "Oh my gosh... someone, help!" |
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Dec 5, 2010 1:23:38 GMT -5
Something itched at the back of her mind. Something really, really irritating. Urgent, scared, uncertain. With the tiniest of inklings, Emma did an about-face, pivoting on her heels and turning back in the direction of the library. Maybe she had forgotten something in there and her subconscious was telling her to go back and get it. When she finally arrived there, she realized she'd been entirely wrong. It'd been her Empathy, which was now going wild with the emotions of the library clerk, who was panicking because there was a man laying on the ground.
"Oh God," she blurted, dropping to the boy's side and putting a hand against his cheek. "He seems to be all right," she observed, taking off her coat and putting it under his head. "Someone call the paramedics, he probably hit his head when he fell." Her assumptions were getting to her now. Only then did she realize who the boy was.
"Andrew," she whispered under her breath, noticing how soaking wet he was. Terrified that he might have gone into hypothermic shock, she quickly grabbed his deadweight body, looping her arms underneath his and pressing her chest against his. She then explained to the clerk, who looked very confused: "I'm using my body heat to warm him. We can't let the blood from his arms and legs rush back to his heart too quickly. His heart could fail."
Jesus, what could have happened? And how ironic was it that Andrew had come into the library, too?
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Post by Andrew on Dec 5, 2010 1:29:59 GMT -5
"Someone call the paramedics, he probably hit his head when he fell."
He could faintly hear someone talk, and as he tried to grasp onto that, a bright light flicked on and he was somewhere else. It looked like he was looking down on something. Someone was laughing, he could hear it.
A name, it came to him quickly. Emma. What it meant, he didn't know.
Where am I? He wondered, feeling his body being tugged somewhere else. He knew by the feeling, he was in astral form... but it had never happened quite like this. He felt... free. Felt like there was nothing, like he was drifting through a void.
"I'm using my body heat to warm him. We can't let the blood from his arms and legs rush back to his heart too quickly. His heart could fail."
Emma? Was it? He couldn't tell. Another bright flash, and he could feel pain. Groaning softly, his eyes slowly began to flutter open. Everything was blurry, and he was so cold... but he could feel warmth... "Wha..." He sighed out, before his eyes closed again.
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Dec 5, 2010 1:39:41 GMT -5
Movement--there was movement, then a voice. A small vibration from his throat against her shoulder. Breathing a sigh of relief, Emma wasn't sure what to think next. He was still out of it, if not still half-unconscious. Rubbing his back, she tried to coax him into one world or the other. What was going on with him? He wasn't shivering, but he was freezing cold...
"Shh," she cooed, hearing him try to speak. "Just relax, Andy. It's only me. Sleep if you need to. You're going to be okay. I've got you." Poor kid was probably wondering where the hell he was and why things were happening out of his control. Not to mention his head was going to be raging from falling on it.
Not moving her chest from being flush against his, she looked around to see if anyone was calling an ambulance. A few people were on their cell phones.
Some day off this was turning out to be.
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Post by Andrew on Dec 5, 2010 1:54:04 GMT -5
"Shh," she cooed, hearing him try to speak. "Just relax, Andy. It's only me. Sleep if you need to. You're going to be okay. I've got you."
It felt like he hadn't sleeped in weeks. His head felt heavy, and he could feel a warmth stirring in his body. Emma... He fought it a moment, wanting to tell her... wanting to let her know he was okay. But he got to a point where he couldn't fight it anymore and he slipped into unconsciousness.
He wasn't sure how long he had been out, maybe a minute, an hour, a day? His eyes fluttered open again, looking at dark brown curls. "Em." His throat was dry a little, and he could feel that surge for wanting something to drink. "Emma.... s'ok."
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Dec 5, 2010 2:00:12 GMT -5
They'd been waiting for him to come to for at least twenty minutes. She knew his blood had regulated again, so she'd laid him back down against her jacket, stroking the hair that was falling into his eyes, making sure he didn't spike into a fever or convulsions or something. Her worries were lifted when she saw his eyelashes begin to flutter, very little light in his eyes. But his lips moved.
Brushing a hand over his forehead, she sighed, "Thank God." He'd scared her half to death. Unable to help the maternal side of her, she pitched over and kissed his cheek. "The paramedics are on their way, Andrew--can you hear me? I'll be with you the whole time. Do you need anything? Squeeze my hand."
No sooner than that did she grab hold of his stiff, but warm, hand.
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Post by Andrew on Dec 5, 2010 2:10:45 GMT -5
"Thank God."
His eyes locked on her, before getting distracted by the man that had kept him up last night. "Geez kid, you alright?" He coughed, bringing the jacket around him. "No thanks to you." He muttered lightly.
"The paramedics are on their way, Andrew--can you hear me? I'll be with you the whole time. Do you need anything? Squeeze my hand."
Her hand was warm. "I can." He replied softly. He nodded then, feeling a little embarresed on having to go to the hospital because of his powers. " Premonition." He told her in a near whisper. "Projection."
"Deprivation, sleep. " He was telling her the basics of what caused all of this. "Ghost." He sighed. "Message." The library doors opened and the paramedics came in then, surrounding him. "Clerk." He said a little louder.
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Dec 5, 2010 2:21:10 GMT -5
He spoke in fragments, trying to deliver some kind of message. It was her job to decipher it. In an attempt to piece the words together, she could come up with maybe one or two theories. But when he said "clerk" louder than all the rest, she quickly gestured the library clerk to his side. "I think he has something to tell you--a message to dictate, or something," she explained. Emma put up a hand to the paramedics, who were getting him on a stretcher. "Wait."
Ghosts. Ghosts and premonitions were keeping him awake at night. Other than that, she got virtually nothing from what he had shakily said to her.
But when he squeezed her hand she felt worlds better. Something about knowing that her student trusted her, or at least acknowledged that she was trying to do them service was gratifying. And to know they were all right, for Christ's sake! He'd nearly given her a heart attack!
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Post by Andrew on Dec 5, 2010 2:29:20 GMT -5
"I think he has something to tell you--a message to dictate, or something,"
Or something. Inwardly he laughed, but knew he couldn't, not with the paramedics shoving an oxygen mask on him. He smiled though, trying to show emma that he truly was okay. He mainly needed rest, and maybe some food.
The paramedics moved then as the clerk came closer. He lifted a finger, pulling her closer as he whispered into her ear. "Joe sent a message." the girls face went white before tears began to well up in her eyes. "He said it's under the kitchen sink, and no." He smiled, wanting to laugh. "Bob." He knew she would know what that meant, at least that's what Joe had told him. He sighed, putting the mask back on as the paramedics rolled him out.
"Emma." He called, squeezing her hand. He managed to smile before the paramedics took over running tests.
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Dec 5, 2010 14:30:37 GMT -5
He began to walk fluidly and Emma was able to let on the tiniest of reassured smiles, still holding onto his hand even as the paramedics bellowed their way through, trying to run tests on him. Not wanting to ask what he had seen or what message had to deliver, she merely chuckled, leaning in close so he could hear her above the machines the doctors were pulling out. "Do you just come out here to cause trouble, or does it look for you?" she laughed under her breath.
Soon, the doctors lifted him up, preparing to take him to the ER. They had already confirmed that nothing was seriously medically wrong with him, but they wanted to get him rehydrated and such just in case. When Emma refused to be left behind, they asked who she was. "His...fiancee," she lied, knowing that if she said she was his teacher, they'd never let her go with them. But Emma climbed right into the ambulance with them, forever holding onto Andrew's hand.
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Post by Andrew on Dec 13, 2010 21:29:06 GMT -5
She smiled.
It was small, but she smiled. He took in a large breath, hating the taste of pure oxygen in his mouth. Emma started to lean in then, and his brow raised slightly as she whispered into his ear. "Do you just come out here to cause trouble, or does it look for you?" He laughed, but ended up coughing half way through. "It finds me." He smiled.
They put him on the stretcher and told ER they we're on they're way with a young male. He didn't want to leave Emma, didn't want to let go of her hand. His eyes flicked around at the paramedics as they told her she couldn't go.
"Who are you to him?" They asked.
"His...fiancee,"
Andrew looked up at her, heart jumping erratically as they got him inside the ambulance. The entire time, she never let go of his hand, and his heart swelled. "Thank you." He whispered.
"Just relax, kid. We'll get you fixed up." One of the paramedics told him as he started pulling out a needle. "Uh..." He swallowed roughly. "What's wrong?" the man asked, brow raised.
his eyes flicked from the paramedic to Emma, and finally admitted: "Scared of needles..."
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Dec 16, 2010 15:53:34 GMT -5
She vaguely saw his lips move, and she thought she saw him say "thank you," so naturally she shook her head with a coy little smile. Nothing to it. It was her job. What she wanted, loved to do. Care for people, especially those close to her. Rubbing his knuckles with her thumb, she kept as close as they let her, knowing that he was still young and probably afraid of what was going on--despite his "I'm-a-man-and-not-afraid-of-anything" facade.
Andrew made a sound this time, and her brows pulled together in confusion. "What is it?" she asked him gently, leaning in closer. "Scared of needles." That was a problem. Biting one side of her lip, she sighed. Emma's voice was soft enough to resemble a hum: "I'm sorry, baby. Doctors know what's best. I'll try to keep you as calm as I can. Just close your eyes and think of something else." With that in mind, she concentrated her Empathy on sending him soothing emotions--serenity, tranquility, satisfaction, contentment.
"Just relax. It's hard to transfer some emotions to you if you're nervous."
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Post by Andrew on Dec 26, 2010 21:07:41 GMT -5
He swallowed roughly, his eyes locking onto the needle. His stomach began to chrun uncomfortably as the paramedic looked to Emma, silently praying she knew how to relax him. Clearly she did as she leaned in and spoke softly.
"I'm sorry, baby. Doctors know what's best. I'll try to keep you as calm as I can. Just close your eyes and think of something else."
It was easy to follow what she said. His eyes closed, though his nerves continued as his grip on her hand tightened slightly. Ever since he was little, he had this fear of needles. "Just relax. It's hard to transfer some emotions to you if you're nervous." He nodded gently, and slowly allowed her empathy to come inside. His breathing evened, and he honestly didn't feel a thing as the man set up the IV. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" The man asked with a soft smile.
Andrew's eyes fluttered open, locking onto Emma. There was something inside of him, stirring, pulling him towards her. She had stuck by his side, had lied to the paramedics... She had called him baby... It was odd, how words could slip from your mind, and out of your mouth without you even really noticing it...
"I love you..."
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Dec 26, 2010 21:19:37 GMT -5
It worked perfectly. Andrew had done better than she had expected--impecable, in fact. Carding a hand over his hair, she reached down and planted a soft kiss on his forehead. "Good job, baby. See? That wasn't bad at all. You did it." Patting him on his chest, thinking twice about patting his arm instead (it was going to be sore with that IV in it), she looked up at the monitor keeping track of his heart beat.
Before she could register what was going on--she was in an ambulance, taking one of her star students to the hospital--she heard three little words slip out of his mouth.
"I love you."
A smile sprouted on Emma's face. He was just a kid. He knew what that phrase meant, but...he couldn't be serious, could he? The smile faded when she saw his expression. She rubbed his hand. "You're gonna be fine, Andy. You don't have to say that." Maybe the nerves and uncertainty were getting to him.
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