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Post by evermoore on Mar 9, 2013 18:54:26 GMT -5
Fire lit eyes dances across the room toward the bathroom as the hum of his tat gun sang through the air. The room quiet save for the sound of other people laughing, carrying on, and swapping tattoo stories in the lobby area of the parlor. There was one prickly lookin' teen standing outside the men's rest room tapping his foot away. Had been there for five minutes and it made Ever slightly irritated. What the fuck was Elie doing? I mean...okay maybe...business you know but...then of course the look of how sick he kind of looked like when he rolled on in this morning flashed in Ever's mind and the irritation immediately flooded away.
"Hey man. Pay attention." The order not rude or anything, just a gentle warning. They gentment he was currently tatting had gotten about four from Ever before. Building up his right arm sleeve for him. Great customer, good kind of friend, and clearly he knew Ever well enough to know when he was getting distracted and shouldn't be nor was it the norm for him to be. Ever was always all business. "You okay man?" He asked as Ever pulled his gaze away from the bathroom door and turned off his tattoo gun. "Yeah...just...sorry just hold on. Elie has been in there awhile. Wanna make sure he is okay."
He didn't bother to wait to get a nod from the guy before he knocked on the door, calling Elie's name gently at first. Asking what the fuck was up and you know tell him if he was alright. Said if he needed to go home it was fine. He could call in the other girl to fill in for the piercings for the day. No problem. But when he didn't get an answer he started to worry. It must have showed because his current customer got up from his seat and glanced at the door himself. At six foot two and with heavy muscle on him he could easily bust the door if needed and that seemed to be the sort of silent question he was giving Ever. He shook his head before banging on the door. "Elie I swear to God if you are fuckin around in there I'mma kick your ass out of my shop for a week. Figure how to pay your bills that way!" Usually sing song Ever dropping to something more harsh and when that go no answer, when his heart started to race just a little bit as the worry started to settle in a little more heavy...Ever looked to his customer and stepped away.
It took two kicks. Two kicks to smack down a door and have it swinging wide to the side to see Elie crumpled on the ground, looking hella fucking pale and just Jesus. "Doctor! Call a fucking doctor! 911 fucking something! Ever snapped to anyone and everyone as he dashed into the room, stumbling to kneel before his fallen co-worker, fingers going automatically to his neck to try and find a pulse and rolled on the ground not too far away was an empty fucking bottle of kiddie asprin....what the fuck? What the fuck Elie?
No no fussed as the ambulance came and Ever called shop closed and it was a blur ride to the hospital. A blur wait in the lobby. Nothing but the constant sound of a god damn clock ticking in the background.
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Post by skull1 on Mar 9, 2013 19:32:17 GMT -5
If not one thing, it was another. As Élie hurried to the bathroom when he arrived at work, he knew there was something wrong given the agitation of his stomach that was unusual. Yet although unusual he went ahead and blamed it on the fact he'd come down with some sort of illness three days ago. And since he managed to get out of working the previous two days, he'd feel bad calling in for a third. Especially when he knew he had been requested for some special sort of piercings the other girl always managed to fuck up. Being needed in that way really boosted his confidence, though also made him worry of this time of all the other times he might just screw up in a royal way.
Messing this up was not an option. He took some aspirin here, a little more there. By the time he had to go in, Élie lost track of how much he'd taken but didn't worry since it was just baby aspirin. The brunette was dumb enough to believe it wouldn't hurt to take a little more when he'd arrived, but by then all that medication was taking its toll on his body. In the bathroom, the walls laughed and perception spun around like water descends into a sinkhole. Flushed. He could remember his skin on the porcelain of the sink, thinking if he let go it was all over for him. So he held on as long as he could until the force of gravity on his weight--no matter how frail--pulled him down. The floor was cold against his collapsed body, Élie instinctively curled up.
Shallow pockets expelled the contents, the bottle of the culprit that would later be pumped of his stomach. Élie was a classic case in the hospital, with the classic signs of a drug abuser spelled out all over his body. When the test came back on what had made him so ill, the doctor was hesitant to medicate his sickness but the staff that assisted was slightly amused by the twist of events. Not crack, heroin or alcohol--but baby aspirin. When the brunette finally woke-up in the middle of the night, he felt so stupid once again staring up at that familiar ceiling. "Infirmière?" The sheets clung to his torso as he eased into sitting up. Slowly. Carefully. It felt as though someone had swung one of those salon chairs at him.
Élie groaned softly when the nurse arrived, allowing him a bit of a begrudging smile as she tried speaking to him in her piss-poor French probably taken in high-school just because she needed the extra credit. Man, it really burned him that she was talking to him. "Sorry, I don't understand..." He'd tell her, much to her surprise when it was him that'd caused the speculation he didn't speak English. The tired brunette glared out the window, wondering what idiot was responsible for saving his 'precious' life this time around... if only there was a limit to how many times you could fuck up, then maybe the doctor would have been able to just dismiss him as another casualty.
"No, who admitted me. Who called the ambulance?" He snapped at her, twisting his head sharply despite the rush it gave him. She seemed at a momentary loss, probably the one person that'd been sitting in the lobby this whole time was the answer to his question. The nurse hurried off to go get him, assuming that's why the young man asked--plus the fact she was tired of dealing with Élie's sass. Meanwhile, the dropout was sinking into the flat hospital bed, lifting his limbs to check out all the tubes and wires plugged into his body. Really. This was too much effort to keep a piss-ant like him alive.
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Post by evermoore on Mar 9, 2013 21:53:55 GMT -5
Ever hated hospitals. It reminded him of the one time he had attempted suicide. The pills he had swallowed. Woke up in a hospital with his stomach pumped. God awuful. Didn't attempt taking his life again until five months later. Slit his writs. His mother saved his miserable fucking life. Woke up in a hospital with his wrists stitched up. Last time he had attempted to walk in front of a bus with every intention of letting it hit him. Some asshole saved him but tackling him to the fucking ground and out of the way. In the hospital again but this time was admitted to the ward.
Fucking hated hospitals.
It was funny how some people would say a tattoo parlor smelled just like a hospital. It didn't to Ever. It smelled like promise and something new. An exciting day. Here it was needles and pumped vein searing medicating into your arm. A tube down your throat. A hospital was the perfect echo of his misery because that is where miserable people were. Where they went. And god damn it he had been tying so fucking hard not to be miserable.
The misery slowly started to eat at him. Like the antiseptic smell in the air was being soaked into his pores choking him out. He had tried moving around. Hell he almost found himself fucking leaving once before he noticed that the door he was standing in front of was the exit. But he couldn't leave Elie. He couldn't....why? Because he was his worker and there for his responsibility....and because he was fucking irritating and sure as hell didn't have anyone else to look after him...and because he touched at Ever in ways he hadn't felt touched in a long ass time not that Ever was admitting or fessing up to it. Employee. The tattoo shop was the only thing keeping him in line. Keeping him sane. He was not going to mess up with the mojo of the place. Nope. Not. Couldn't. It was unthinkable.
Totally unthinkable that he found himself following him about the room with his eyes on a daily basis. Yip. Unthinkable. Not true. Nope.
But that was far from importance at the moment. Currently Ever was back to sitting. His grip on a bag of chips was white knuckled. Amber gaze stared at the open bag and the broken chips. Had been staring for oh....two hours now? Just like that. People had started to whisper. He nearly jumped out of his skin when the nurse tapped his shoulder. Some chips were jostled out of the bag and onto his shirt. He frowned at them before turning his gaze toward the woman and her apologetic smile. Elie was awake he was told. He could see him. Ever rose from his seat with those chips still firmly gripped and followed her to Elie's room. When he got there and the nurse left them he merely stood by the door a moment. Pale face blank before he started over at him and threw the bag of chips at his face. "You stupid fucker."
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Post by skull1 on Mar 9, 2013 22:43:40 GMT -5
New York City winked at him a faint sparkle through the thick glass of the hospital window. He would much rather be out there than stuck in here, tangled in all these tubes and shit that made him feel like more of a robot than a man. Arms moved in an attempt to guide the lines around so they'd stop tugging at the needles if he wanted to roll around a little. Élie huffed, mildly irritated he couldn't even reach his dick in this bleached, 100% alcohol prison. While he continued exploring his reach and all the terrible commodities the hospital would provide him, someone else had walked into the room.
Figuring it was that bitch of a nurse again, the patient lifted an aggressive gaze to the figure that stood by the door. His heart palpitated, the monitor beside him showing the rise by a sharp spike leading into several other erratic beats while Ever gained distance. A hurled bag smacked across Élie's chest, scattered chips over him and the rest on the floor. Although still on edge, he was able to gain a moment of composure only because he was so dumbfounded by the latter's reaction. "What are you do--..." Of course. He'd collapsed at work, of course Ever was the one that must of called the ambulance.
It bothered him for some reason that of all the people in that parlor it just had to be Ever, but what else could he expect? The lines between his brows and the top of his bridge wrinkled, essentially scrunching his features along this portion of his face though in doing so he'd already turned away from the unwelcome guest. He shifted, crunching a chip while others slid on the sheets to the small, clothy basing between his arched knees. Élie lifted himself, grunting as he sat upright. "Sorry..." If it weren't for his tone, it probably wouldn't have sounded so insincere. But what else could he say? He didn't ask for Ever to put him here.
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Post by evermoore on Mar 9, 2013 23:30:17 GMT -5
He was so angry. So damn angry and frustrated and worried. He had heard things. The doctors had asked him things. He and told him he was his brother you know? They had the same sort of coloring they accepted it though Ever thought they mostly accepted it with out too much fuss because ODing patient. They told him about the marks they found on Elie's arms. Asked him if the knew about it...if maybe there were things he knew he was on while they where you know, pumping him clean.
He was so damn mad so suddenly in that room. So damn mad. So damn worried. Had we said that already? It couldn't be more perfectly clear. Honestly it couldn't. this funny warm person that made his eyes watch him when they shouldn't be watching him. Made him feel like firing him just because he was scared that because his eyes were watching it meant maybe Elie's eyes were watching too....and that maybe he would see through the mask and the kinks and the fake that Ever plastered all over himself each morning.
But it didn't matter now because he couldn't even think. What would fluffy Ever do? No. All he could think about is someone who he was responsible for, someone he enjoyed someone that, Jesus fucking Chris, he cared about was doing bad things that could possibly kill him. Not that Ever was one to talk about risky business. Three suicide attempts and all but that was past and this was now and Ever was trying to live, trying to see the reasons for living and so to have someone around him pissing on it all? It was aggravating...and it was scary if that made any sort of sense. If someone else didn't or couldn't try and keep themselves alive what was the point of him trying to either?
Though he suppose the hilarious thing would be the druggie didn't OD on heroin but fucking actual medication for an actual fucking cold. Fucking Jesus. "The fuck is wrong with you Elie? Huh? Don't fucking apologize. Jesus fucking Christ. If you were feeling that sick you should have called in. It is no big fucking deal. Don't you fucking realize that medication is still a fucking drug? You can still OD on that shit. Obviously. Just....god....Elie.....I was....so fucking scared." So totally not usual fluffy happy sassy Ever. Not a bone of it showing. This new creature was raw and shaking with a face that wasn't sure which emotion it should be placing. After a moment though he closed his eyes and counted to ten before letting out a slow breath. Eyes opening he closed the distance between him and the bed and silently started picking up the potato chips.
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Post by skull1 on Mar 9, 2013 23:57:08 GMT -5
All Élie ever did was piss people off, so Ever could be angry if he wanted. The bedridden patient just kept his scrunched-up face looking out the window, wondering how cold it must be out there on a night like this. He could practically feel the New York chill at his skin, how when he ran through the streets with intoxicated friends the air would slip through his cells and freeze his blood. It would nip his cheeks and pinken his nose, although his sickness had done the same the warmth of the hospital bed didn't do justice to that sort of adventure.
Sure, he was tempted to tune the guy out like he did everyone else, but what caught his attention was when he was told not to apologize. Shock. Head turned swiftly, jaw slackened in his minute awe. Brows furrowed, head making a subtle movement as if shaking side-to-side, that became more apparent the longer Ever rambled on. "No!" He darted up, the needled in his arm tearing into his vein. Élie gulped down the need to cry out from a mild pain he'd felt probably a hundred times when his hands got sloppy with his own sort of needles. "It was just baby aspirin, for fuck's sake!" He sat back blushing at his own stupidity. "I didn't know I could OD on fucking baby aspirin..."
After all, the brunette knew he did things far more deserving of concern than this. It felt like there was nothing left to say when Ever began picking up the potato chips, and Élie watched him until a sneeze jerked him forward. "Shit... did the nurse say when I could go home? I wanna get outta this fuckin' place... I gotta--" He sneezed again, though this time he remained lurched forward post-sneeze absolutely silent. Had Ever said he was scared? Why would he be scared? Amber hues peeked up through his mess of hair at the wall ahead. The heart monitor beside him missed a third beat where there wasn't a sneeze. "I really didn't know..."
Anything, for that matter.
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Post by evermoore on Mar 10, 2013 0:47:31 GMT -5
....And he was just staring out a god damn window when he was raging because he was being a stupid fucker for making him worry and not knowing any better about swallowing a whole fucking bottle of aspirin in one fucking day. If Ever was someone who was capable of it he would be ringing his fingers someone's neck and throttling he would.
He wished he could even say that he didn't care that he was distressing him so much with his angry ramblings that he was making Elie slosh around and clearly hurt himself. but he did and that just burned him more. Ever never really cared. He wanted to but he couldn't. He thought it was impossible to really care. Perhaps in the end he just feared really allowing himself to care despite saying how he wanted it so desperately. Having people really care and caring about other people meant that if he fucked up somewhere he was going to make people sad. His life was already sad enough. He didn't want to fuck over anyone else other then himself.
So once he had calmed down, fingers still shaking as he carefully plucked the potato chips he tries to find the cold calm that was usually so ever present beneath the mask he usually wore. It was no where to be found however leaving Ever a wreck of emotion he was not used to feeling. At least not so much so fast or all at once. "Just....just....." Mis mouth moved unable to find the words as Elie complained. Told him it was fucking baby meds for god's sake. The chips crunched between his finger tips. The flash of Elie's skin so pale and damp in a way that was no healthy flashing through his mind. "I..." Mouth working still, words still not forming as Elie complained about wanting to go home. More flashes. His own happenings, Elie in the bathroom. Elie cold. Ever cold. People grabbing people crying. Ever cradling Elie's head while they waited for the ambulance the same way his mother held at his.
And before he knew what he was doing he was pushing up his sleeves and unsnapping the leather wrist bands he always wore, shoved his wrist into Elie's view. The scars of lies going upward along the veins plain to see. "I got scared....that...I just got scared. You looked....you just looked a lot like me...for a second. You just....You gatta be careful. Please Elie. You gatta be careful."
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Post by skull1 on Mar 11, 2013 10:50:12 GMT -5
His eyes had started burning when Ever started on his rant, so it was necessary to keep on glaring out the window. Not facing the latter was the only thing keeping him under control. There had been several things he wanted to interrupt with, but they all sounded childish when he played them back in his head. That Ever wasn't his parent, that it was an honest mistake, that he'd done a lot worse, or that it wasn't Ever's business in the first place. That he didn't have to call the ambulance in the first place. If he was so mad, he could have let him die in the bathroom at the parlor.
So, he said his part. It was done, it happened and now it was time to move on. The brunette lazed on the hospital bed asking about when he could go home, but Ever insisted on sticking on this one topic that was beaten to death already. Élie didn't get why this meant so much to him until the big reveal. Scars! And yet, a jaded man sat in the bed running his eyes along the course a blade had once taken. All of the drug addict's friends were addicts, too. More often than not, people didn't just come across that sort of lifestyle. Everyone had baggage, and most of them wore it on their sleeves.
The first time he saw cuts, to the very last he could sympathize but ultimately that sympathy wore out. Plain-faced, golden hues glanced away from the point of interest to Ever's face, hoping a proper reaction for him to take was written somewhere in those lines instead of the ones on his wrist. Élie resisted making this into a joke, because obviously Ever wasn't in the mood for kidding around. The mood in here was so solemn and defeated, was it bad that he wished he had a cigarette in the very least? "I am careful." Was his stubborn response, a chip sliding off his lap when he adjusted himself once more.
"You're acting like as soon as I get out I'm gonna go take another bottle of baby aspirin--I've been taking care of myself my whole life, I don't need any life lessons from you, ok?" Élie was starting to get flustered as his patience was wearing out. Honestly, he didn't know what this guy wanted from him. He already apologized, but even that was turned away. "Look, I don't know what you want from me, ok? I tried apologizing, and you didn't like that so... I don't know. If it was such a big burden on you, you should've just left me there--I wasn't begging for anyone to save me, alright?"
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Post by evermoore on Mar 11, 2013 12:29:07 GMT -5
Ever didn't know what he was expecting either honestly. You can't save people. They had to save themselves. You could only try to help and that is what Ever had been trying to do. He had always suspected Élie was into things. But some childish part of him had thought "Maybe if he has this place if could save him like it saved me." Clearly he had thought wrong. It wasn't just about the baby aspirin honestly. It was everything. How many times was he going to over dose on something else? How many more times was he going to mess up because he thought he could take a large dose of normal drugs because he could handle the harder shit?
Silently he snapped his wrist bands back on as Élie insisted he was being careful, wanting to laugh at that but he didn't have it in him anymore. Emotions and reactions never came easily to him and he had already flooded through so many tonight already. And he felt naked. Exposing some of his secrets and they seemed to have no effect. Mean nothing. But again what was he expecting? He didn't know. He didn't know. It all just cut to home in some ways for him he couldn't even think proper anymore and he hated that. For all the shit he had ever gone through all his problems he had always been able to think rather straight.
The dark haired man finally snorted however as Élie piped up once more. Telling him he wasn't going to go out and down another bottle of baby aspirin and that he was taking care of himself. Had been. Really? Really? Had he? He was doing such a marvelous job. "And the award goes to!" Ever spun around on a circle on his heal as he raised a hand, index pointed out before he paused in his spin to face Elie once more. Finger poking the man between his eyes. "Élie Gosselin! Fit as a fiddle, body is his temple~" The sarcasm dripped from his voice in angy splots as he then pointed next to the needle marks at the crease of his arm. "You seem like you do an amazing job at taking care of yourself Élie please do tell the crowd your secret. We are all just dying to know. How do you take care of yourself?" Perhaps it was cruel but Ever was tired and he was angry and he was worried and this person didn't seem to understand that.
His voice lowered then as his arm did. Falling back to his side. "They tell you a lot when they thing you are someone's brother. You use Élie. What is it going to be next time that gets you here? ODing on something hard or ODing because you thought you could swallow down a bottle of NyQuil cause you can handle heroin like a pro? Because honestly no one handles heroin like a pro." He asked in that bland voice that came with this version of himself. "You aren't a burden. You are my employee. I wanted to take care of you. I worry about you....I think....a lot of you."
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Post by skull1 on Mar 12, 2013 16:59:10 GMT -5
Élie seemed to snuff the sounds of the wristbands snapping along the scarred wrists. To most people things like that were a big deal, to the brunette well--it's already been explained. He's seen it before, he gets it, he's been desensitized toward the visual. Not even the fact dear, sweet Ever Moore--the parlor's butterscotch cupcake--sported these scars seemed to really sink in. It took Élie a while, probably a brain fucked over by his drug abuse. By now the latter should have realized he was rather dim-witted. But this asshole didn't have to put on that dramatic display.
Of everything said and done, for some reason what bothered him the most was that fucking spin. Wow, Élie was so irritated. He turned his head away, knowing by the heat of his cheeks he must be blushing with anger. Fists clenched around the blanket brought up to his chest, eventually just... just bringing it over his head like children hide from bedtime monsters. Although his feet peeked out, small but slender toes curled as Ever started into him again. "Yeah, so?" He interrupted at the first few sentences--like it was a surprise to anyone.
From the bags beneath his eyes, the red veins staggering toward his irises, his dried lips--not quite pale and cracked, but an obvious sign nonetheless. His weight, his arms, how he fidgeted or his sudden paranoia. Élie was a user. And he didn't have any retort for the things his employer pinned on him. A tail to the donkey's ass. He brought the sheet down, lips pursed into a pout, looking to the latter tired and defeated by him. "What do I say now?" He asked, sighing before he rolled to lay down. "Whatever I say or do, I just fuck things up worse than they already are, so... I don't know..."
Ever thought a lot of him? Why? Élie was certain he misheard. Probably had said he thought about him a lot, which was no surprise when every other day he was breaking something, hurting himself against something or just ruining one thing or another. "Can you come back tomorrow?" He felt tired, emotionally and physically. "I just wanna get some sleep now..."
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Post by evermoore on Mar 12, 2013 18:33:48 GMT -5
And there it was. A blanket over his head like he was trying to hide from monsters or thoughts of school yard bullies which meant Ever was the bully but God. He didn't know what to do. He just didn't. It was another reason why Ever didn't want to get involved with this man. He was chalk full of his own problems but again here Ever was and here he was fucking up on just exactly how he was supposed to go about everything. It was frustrating. Utterly frustrating. How was he supposed to help him when he didn't know how to help himself half the time? And now he was here and he was faced with all of it, he wanted to help....just vicious cycle. God help him.
"You need to stop thinking like that. You keep thinking like that and nothing good is ever going to happen." Ever countered after the man pushed the blanket down from over his head and rolled while speaking. Ever sighed, one hand raising to pinch at the bridge of his nose and more so everything seemed to keep going over this kid's head. Embarrassing. These hints he kept dropping too seemed to fly by and he needed to stop that anyway because one not the right time or place and two Ever didn't need this and Elie probably didn't need this especially once he figured out Ever wasn't exactly at all sunshine and daisies. That was not him but that was the him everyone liked. How were you supposed to charm someone when you weren't really who you are?
He shoved it aside. Wary, beyond tired, and beyond absolutely frustrated. That just left worry. Because not only was he worried about Elie's condition he was worried he said too many hurtful things and it seemed clear in Elie's body language. Great going Ever. Let anger get the best of you because that seemed the be the only emotion you were good at. Way to be positive. Way to go. "Then sleep but I'm not leaving. I brought you here to take care of you and that is what I am going to do. Sorry if that isn't what you want to hear." And with that he started collecting the potato chips again. OCD starting to itch at him with the mess now that emotional out puts seemed to be fried for the day. Noticing one in Elie's hair he reached for it, carefully plucking it out though as he leaned over the man to do so he paused for a brief moment. "And you know Elie, you aren't fucked up. You just do fucked up things. But you aren't fucked up. I wouldn't keep you around if I thought you were fucked up." Ladies and gentlemen, Ever Moore fails at trying to be sweet. Over and out.
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Post by skull1 on Mar 12, 2013 23:35:44 GMT -5
Everyone had such damn good intentions didn't they? Starting with his parents, to his peers, to his own suppressed rationality. Drugs effectively ruined his life, but damn if they didn't give him some sort of escape. He guessed... maybe. Élie rolled his eyes elsewhere, perhaps counting the tiles again. The speckles abundant occupied him long enough. As long as he didn't have to focus on the issue at hand--overdosage. It wasn't about the aspirin, it was everything else. He got that. But really, where was this speech a long time ago? Like this was Ever's first hint, it couldn't be. He refused to believe that.
Ever was always watching the brunette at work, which he found creepy at first--ask any of his friends. Yeah, that guy with the hat? He's always looking at me. He smiles at me, and he always gives me all his food. But Élie came to accept that the latter was just nice. It suited him in an odd way, like that he seemed more honest than when he fluttered about the parlor. Not that it annoyed him, it just... never really felt real? He supposed. Élie didn't know, it was a vibe he had probably imagined. Paranoia, skepticism, all that.
He glared at the latter, collecting potato chips again. Eyes lifting to the hand reaching over his head that caused him to flinch. But it was Ever only leaning. "... Thanks." Although he was being dismissive, deep down he meant that. The dark brunette rolled onto his back, fingertips rubbing at his forehead. "I don't know, I feel pretty fucked up. Like, sick-wise. My head is killing me." Could we please change the damn subject now? He smirked, plucking a sneaky chip out from beneath him. Élie popped it in his mouth, smirking at Ever as he chewed.
"Y'think if I throw this up they'll keep me another day?" Hands prowled the sheets to find another, eating that too.
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Post by evermoore on Mar 16, 2013 1:17:06 GMT -5
ooc: I am sorry this took me forever. I was workin on it was just takin me forever and a day because I am sooo uber sleepy. Haven't been sleeping well the past three days. ;w; forgivith me.
Ever tried to have good intentions....at least when he tried. Honostly he didn't try often. Trying was too much work and it could back fire and a million things could go wrong and shatter in his face. He didn't know how many times he could deal with things backfiring on him. He knew he wasn't the most stable at times. That was the sad truth of it and so far he had been doing too damn good to try and risk anything.
Elie though? Elie was this purely shining thing that came along one day and Ever sometimes wishes he never did. Elie was a danger. Elie was a this sunshine thing that wasn't all sunshine. Sound familiar? Sounded like him in another sort of fashion. Not exactly the same, because Elie was genuinely darling most times and Ever was as fake as the make up painted on people's faces to make them look pretty. But there was just something inside him that he saw through the cracks that made Ever care and try. He hoped it didn't blow up on his face.
Though he wasn't doing a very good job at trying to keep it from doing so currently. It was just....so frustrating. But for now Ever could take a hint and so he took it on that and sheer desperation to not make Elie hate him. To not have this work he and invested in him blow up in his face. These things that he denied investing in him blow up in his face. But hey, he never watched him all the time. Just more like a friend. A caring sort of friend thanks....he thought anyway....most of the time....God....was he that pathetic looking and he didn't even realize? See? Save him. He fails at life repetitively.
He noted the way he flinched as he plucked the chip, frowning so slightly though let it be. Murmured a soft "yeah." to his thanks and watched as the male rolled over back onto his back. He tried for a smile. But actual Ever bare to the bones Ever that he was right now, not composed smiley Ever, was having trouble trying to make his lips curl right. Too tapped to be able to do it right. At the shop it was easy to stay energized enough but the situation combined with a hospital at that? Yeah. Not happening. He started to itch. Wondered how bad Elie could see it now. How wrong he was compared to other people.
He shoved his own fears aside however as Elie rubbed at his temples. A frown taking over his features as he glanced toward the door. "Do you....do you want me to get you a nurse? See if they can give you something?" He asked, concerned and unsure before he looked back at the other just in time to see him swipe up a chip and pop it in his mouth. "Hey hey! did they say you can eat?" Voice raising some in alarm but he was already swallowing. Lips thinned as he stared a bit agitatedly at the man's lips before glancing back up at the enchanting yellow burn of those amber eyes. "I think trying to puke a single chip is going to burn like a bitch is what I think." Ever replied plainly, one brow arching before he shook his head. "Plus not a fan of puke. You pule I'll puke and we'll have puke wars and both be emitted for days. Let's not go there."
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Post by skull1 on Mar 16, 2013 18:56:25 GMT -5
This whole time he'd been sniffling, gradually becoming worse as whatever medication he'd taken finally started to wear off him. As if it were just aspirin he'd taken--there's was some other stuff, too that'd been completely forgotten. He was bad, bad boy. A really bad boy. And Ever was right, his mindset when taking so much medicine was that the harder stuff somehow made him impervious. This brunette was all bullshit. What could anyone see in someone like him? He didn't know what was drawing in these men he had wanted to keep at arm's length. Close enough to touch, but far enough that he didn't have to worry about being harmed. Lesson learned.
Maybe eating those two chips hadn't been a good idea after all, then again all Élie had was bad ideas. Lithe fingers were set against his small waist, pressing gently to comfort his irritated stomach. "It's already burning like a bitch..." He didn't understand how he could feel both hunger and upset. Those chips were a pain going down his throat, too. His hand ascended to rub along the base as a means to soothe it, ending along his clavicle that entertained his fingers for a short time by pressing along the bone. "Don't even mention puke, man." He frowned, looking up at Ever again. As much as he wanted to tell him more about how bad he felt, Élie knew it was his own fault.
He didn't feel entitled to pity.
Pinkened nose sniffed up runaway snot. A silence had come between them that needed to be ended. And also, he'd been wondering for a while what Ever was going to do about sleep. That is, if he hadn't slept. "So... how long are you gonna stay?" It seemed like it was just about morning, when Élie wondered if the latter would be heading to work. In a weak gesture that would at first look like he was reaching out to the male, the patient pointed to the bathroom realizing it was actually on the other side of the room. Hah, oops. "Can you get me some toilet paper?"
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Post by evermoore on Mar 16, 2013 19:54:40 GMT -5
At the comment Ever's face fluttered with the small look of concern, amber eyes falling downward to where Elie touched at his stomach. The dark haired male's pierced lips turning into a deeper set frown. "Jesus that fast? I didn't even mean it...." And with that his gaze dropped to the chips still scattered about. Disdain. Like they were living things singing a siren's deadly song of "eat me eat me and my yummy goodness~" Because now Elie was feeling sick over it and it was just make Ever worry all the more.
The left corner of his lips twitched as Elie told him not to mention puke. with the unease of the hospital and the idea of it continuously being brought up his stomach rolled. "Done. He muttered dumping the chips he collected back in the bag and went to toss it while the silence filled the air. Nothing but the sound of his black combat boots thudding at the floor, the computer monitors. Someone coughing fucking horribly from somewhere down the hall. God he hated hospitals.
Glancing over his shoulder as Eli spoke up again Ever merely blinked before wiping the crumbs of the chips on his pants, then looked down at the crumbs showing off on his black pants. Lips twitching a second time. He was so not going to start loosing his shit over fucking potato chip crumbs in front of Elie and in a hospital to top it all the fuck off. Swallowing he looked back at Elie and shrugged. "Till you are released. I think it is kind of douchy to drop a friend off at the hospital and just leave." He answered dropping his gaze to the floor before Elie asked for some tissue paper. He started toward the small bathroom that connected to the room and quickly retrieved some before returning to the brunette. Pale hand extended to offer the tissue paper before Ever bit at his bottom lip. Metal clicking against teeth before releasing it.
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