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TIMOTHY ➥ 012 | text and accidental video.

Oct 20, 2011 21:06

hlp. Suite 32C.

[The text coming from the device is unlike how the user normally communicates aesthetically via text but he cannot help but fumble through the motions as he can barely move his hands. Allowing it to drop from his hold though, it hits the floor and suddenly with a bit of static video comes to life. A view from the ground up, Timothy ( Read more... )

c: jonathon, c: kate bishop, c: tommy shepherd, c: roxas, timothy, c: alex forbes, c: bucky barnes

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action. WORST not!boyfriend action, go 8| didntneedmagic October 21 2011, 03:20:24 UTC

[He's running, definitely running out of his room. To hell with it if he gets cut or hurt on the way because he can brush it off, and the room is down the hall. Should've been smarter, asked around, called more and actually went to visit but he didn't, and this is how he gets to find out. One door for the common room, and another to Timothy, this one opened by a shoulder to the wood.

A brief glance and there's a twist in his chest before he closes his eyes, drops to his knees by the other's bedside. No words, just the stupid image of what the feed gave him and what he saw before something tugged in the back of his head.]

You-- why didn't you tell anyone?!

action. bridalgownwings October 21 2011, 03:26:38 UTC

[The door slams open and he tenses, his brows furrowing together and he immediately widens his eyes slightly when realizes it's Jonathon and he's not wearing a blindfold. Immediately his breathing speeds up and he watches as the other teen stumbles in and falls to his bedside. Swallowing a breath, he looks down at the other for a long while ever after his speaks, a pulling in his chest and a twisting in his stomach.] I couldn't.

I just, cleaned the wounds, fell asleep-- [He stumbles through the words.] I didn't know it'd be like this.

action. didntneedmagic October 21 2011, 03:58:22 UTC

You couldn't, or you didn't want to? [His breath hitches in the throat at the answer. His forearms are on the edge of the bed but his eyes are closed, no matter how much he wants to look because it's still there, whatever it is and damnit, he doesn't want to care about it but its going to happen and that's probably what frustrates him the most about this. Can't help at all, he can only watch and even then, he can't do that!]

Timothy, you-- [He puts his head down.] ... Don't do this to me.

action. bridalgownwings October 21 2011, 04:18:26 UTC

I couldn't. [His voice sounds serious despite the wavering it possesses and he looks down at the top of the others head, his voice quiet as he watches him because of course this had to happen at a time like this, when everything had to be smoothing out and yeah, maybe he was a bit of an idiot for not asking for help at the beginning of the whole thing and yeah maybe this was all his fault but that had always been Timothys problem, he never knew when to ask for help.] Don't do what?

[He manages a small but bitter laugh as he looks back up to the ceiling.] Don't do it again?

action. didntneedmagic October 21 2011, 05:03:11 UTC

Again? What are you talking about..? [His face is buried in his arms because even if he wants to, the fact that he can't hovers over his head. He reaches over with one hand, fumbles for wherever Timothy's hand it and once he has it, Jonathon doesn't want let go; the hold is gentle, reluctant as if he'll break him if he holds tighter, but he'll lose him if he releases.]

You don't-- you can ask for help, you know that. [Not answering the first few calls should have been his hint, and he shakes his head.] .. What happened?

action. bridalgownwings October 21 2011, 05:20:48 UTC

[Feeling the softness of the others holds he reaches out more and tugs back at the other, fingers wrapping around the best they can and giving a small squeeze before letting go. Nervously, he exhales a breath and simply listens to the other, looking up at the ceiling and trying to calm his nerves at the moment, trying to stop the feeling of sadness and anxiety from washing over him.] I know, Jonathon.

[Timothy finally whispers before speaking.] It was some plant--some plant with these spines that just shot into me--felt like I was on fire.

Still does.

action. didntneedmagic October 21 2011, 07:29:37 UTC

[When he lets go of his hand, Jonathon feels his chest tighten and for it he keeps his fingers in the other's palm. He listens. Poison, maybe? Anything Jonathon knows is related to the human body, sports, and the general education provided at their school, not the wildlife, plants, especially not anything in this place. He makes a face against the sheets, has his eyes open and looking anywhere but Timothy while his head is down. ]

Sounds like your body's fighting. [His voice is quiet, a bit soft for a moment but he coughs to clear it up, hide any hint of how he is right now. He's torn up on what to do, if there is anything he can do; he doesn't want to lean towards one answer right now. So he does what he does best, leans towards optimism.] You mind me staying here with you?

action. bridalgownwings October 22 2011, 01:51:02 UTC

[His hand is loose over the other as he felt the fingers curl up into his palm. A pause and he watched his face carefully, he knew Jonathon was thinking about it, he knew that he could see it even though he could not see his face. Quietly he takes in a hard to grasp breath.] Yeah, it's fighting--I can feel it.

[A small amount of amusement within his breath, it is bitter as he looks up at the ceiling and then sinking further back into the pillow beneath his head.]

You want to stay? Till what--I die?

action. didntneedmagic October 22 2011, 02:18:05 UTC

[Hurts to hear the other, he can admit that much but he doesn't wanna say it. The reply stings and for a moment he wants to whip his head up, look at the other and answer with an opposing comment, but his mind just does not wish to cooperate. His hand is shaking by then, mildly, not enough to raise concern, as if he's anticipating something, just... waiting. A breath in and he shakes his head against the mattress.]

No, silly. [He could have said stupid, idiot, big oaf-- all of them didn't seem to fit though. The next part is hard to admit, and there are other ways to put it, but.. he takes a breath in.] Till you want me to leave.

action. bridalgownwings October 22 2011, 02:47:32 UTC

Jonathon. [The darker haired boy paused and looked at the other, not moving much just keeping quiet and counting his breaths. He had been doing that a lot lately, counting his heartbeats that seemed to be so sporadic but right now they were quick and unruly. He is quiet and then finally brings a breath forward.]

I never want you to leave me.

action. didntneedmagic October 22 2011, 03:56:12 UTC

[There's a pause. He's not quite sure that he has heard the other correctly and while the response is to look up immediately, it almost happens. His head shifts against the bed to where Timothy can almost see his eyes but instead he catches himself. Instead, he makes up for it by slipping his fingers inbetween the spaces of the other's hand, nods.]

You got it, Timothy.

action. bridalgownwings October 22 2011, 04:08:49 UTC

[Squeezing the others hand a little more he pauses and lets out a breath. Watching the other carefully and when he catches the glimpse of the others eyes he holds his breath. Nothing how he turns away though, he tries to return the gesture the best he can.] Thanks, Jonathon.

I'm--really sorry, you know.

action. didntneedmagic October 22 2011, 05:22:16 UTC

[He lets out a small breath, not sure what to say for a moment. Instead he relaxes and brings himself to sit a little straighter, a little closer to the other because he is scared, so damn scared of doing anything that puts him away from the other; if he leaves, the other might be gone before he returns and that is what has him guarded, protective almost.]

Its not your fault. [He closes his eyes.] Just promise me you'll be back soon.

action. bridalgownwings October 22 2011, 19:09:49 UTC

[Silently he shifts amongst the stained sheets, the pillows that are damp with his sweat. It's not a pretty sight, he is not in general and essentially his flesh is dying from the festering of the wounds. The scenario, everything looks horrible but Jonathon still remains and it means the world to him at the moment that he does not turn and flee. A breath in and out and he lets out a sigh.]

I'll promise. [But that didn't mean anything in this place.]

action. didntneedmagic October 22 2011, 21:18:18 UTC

[Nothing can help the wounds, not healing or a doctor and even if it could, there's no access to it. Its tearing him up inside to watch Timothy die but he's not willing to do anything to stop that--he's selfish, wants to stay there for as long as he can, even if it means that the other is dying slowly, even more than he should have to go through. A breath in and he squeezes his hand, moves his head a little closer out of instinct.]

Won't forgive you if you don't. [He knows it won't hold water, not in a place like this.] Don't be so quick to leave after I just got over missing you, okay?

action. bridalgownwings October 22 2011, 22:35:50 UTC

[He smiled at the squeeze of his hand and returned the gesture, turning to his side quietly, taking a sharp breath inward and then reaching his free hand out and placing it atop his head, smoothing his fingers weakly over the strands of hair.] I'll try my best but, maybe I just want you to miss me more.

[A quiet sigh escapes through his nostrils as he feels the fever wrack his body.] Hey--do you remember any of the songs, from the play?

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