Weekend getaway [Sunday afternoon, for evilhandissue]
Beginning of the weekend is here, but be warned: thread is long and smutty. We don't normally smut, but figured we might as well let the pups have some fun just this once. *g*When Lindsey had first suggested they go away for the weekend, Cordelia had been a little hesitant. Not because she didn't want to spend time with him, but because the whole
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"A gunshot? How? I didn't hear anything."
She pushed his shirt aside and gasped softly at the wound. It wasn't pretty, and it was bleeding a LOT.
"Oh god. We have to stop the bleeding. I - " She looked around, but there was no one else around. How was it possible that any beach in L.A. was empty at this time on a Sunday??? She couldn't call 911 either, because his being dead already would raise far too many questions. Which meant she was all he had right now.
She stripped off the sweater she'd been wearing over her t-shirt and leaned over him again, wadding it up in one hand while reaching out to stroke his face with the other.
"Hey, it'll be okay. I know it hurts, but I have to try to stop the bleeding, and that's probably going to make it hurt worse, so... I'm sorry, just hold on."
She pressed the sweater against his shoulder, as hard as she could. There probably should be something else underneath him, to get the other end of it, but she only had the one sweater, and he was still laying down, so she hoped having the ground beneath him would work well enough for the time being. She wasn't a doctor, she had no idea what she was doing beyond what she'd seen on TV.
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He curled up a bit, his body instinctively curling towards her. "Just keep it from bleeding," he managed to get out. "The... medical benefits will kick in..."
He hadn't heard anything either. And the feeling... it had been like what had happened the friday before... with the choking. Maybe he was being punished for being with Cordelia... the last time had been after he denied the tablodi allegations.
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Since he kept curling up, his back wasn't being covered anymore, which worried her. She looked over his shoulder at it and frowned. There was a lot of blood there, too, but like the front, no bullet hole. How does someone get shot completely through the shoulder without it going through the shirt first?
"I have a first aid kid in my trunk, but I'm not leaving you here. Do you think you can walk if you lean on me?"
It probably wasn't a bad idea to get him off the beach, either. Whoever had shot him might come back to finish the job.
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She resumed the pressure she was trying to keep on his wound, pressing one hand to his back as well in a feeble attempt to staunch both side of the wound. She needed more fabric, but they were out of spare clothes. As a last resort, she pulled the back of his shirt up and tried to hold that against the wound instead.
"Lindsey, stay with me, okay?" She tried to hold his gaze, but without any free hands, it wasn't easy. She had no idea what was happening to him, but it was obviously not good, and it was starting to really scare her.
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However, as he did so, his healing factor started to kick in. The bleeding stopped and slowly the injured flesh and muscle worked to repair itself. His breathing slowled down from the painful panting to a calm pace, where it felt he could stop at any moment, since he was dead and didn't need to.
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She cursed again and laid him down on the sand, shaking him a bit at first in a vain attempt to wake him up, then remembering the injury she was supposed to be taking care of. She moved the sweater out of the way to see if it was still bleeding, and was surprised to find the flow of blood had slowed, if not stopped altogether.
"Huh. Medical benefits, I guess."
She'd watched Angel heal enough that she wasn't awed by the process anymore, so once she realized that's what was happening, she returned her attention to Lindsey himself. It was disconcerting how his body seemed to be slowing down, too much like watching someone die for her comfort, but she reminded herself of what he'd' said. He couldn't die.
Still, she'd feel better if he opened his eyes again.
"Lindsey." She gave him another shake, a littler harder this time. "Come on, Lindsey, wake up. If anyone walks by now, they're going to think I killed you. I am NOT going to jail for you, so wake up!"
Maybe bitching at him until he woke up would work.
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"I hoped I would never have to feel that pain again..."
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"Damn it, you scared the crap out of me." she sighed and drug her hands through her hair, trying to push it out of her face. She forgot they were covered in blood, which meant there were now red smudges on the sides of her face.
"So this healing thing... you're okay now?"
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"I'm sorry... you... you shouldn't have to see shit like this..."
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She shrugged and gave him a shaky smile. "Good thing I watch so many medical dramas, I guess. Though I'm sure you would have healed it no matter what I did."
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He moved to stand up, wincing a bit as the pain came back from the movements.
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When he tried to stand, she quickly moved to grab his good arm, before he fell down again. "Hey, maybe you shouldn't try to move too much yet."
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"If we get to the cars, I can change shirts."
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"If I walk into the Hyperion like this, and anyone sees me... hell, Angel would probably be able to smell the blood on me from a mile down the street."
She hooked her arm around his waist to help steady him as they started to walk. Luckily the car wasn't too far away. Far enough, but manageable. She hoped.
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He kept his eyes focused on the car, ignoring the pebbels that dug into his bare feet. His sandles were still on the beach. Right now, wasn't caring that much. Some poor bastard would enjoy them.
They got to the car and Lindsey leaned against it. "Keys are in my back pocket."
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