Well, I found the good.
ICly open to friends only.
...I never knew a simple trip to an empty room right down the hall could lead to such an emotional and eventful night.
I went to talk to Drake, now that he's almost done with the moving process. I realized that he and I are more alike than I had ever thought, and that--excepting Noren and Wesley--he's probably the closest friend I have. One of the best.
I finally got the guts to tell him that I had thought he didn't want me on his X-Factor team because we didn't really know each other, or because he didn't think I was good enough or something. I was wrong. To be completely honest, I wish the talk I'd like to have with Jean about joining the X-Men would be nearly as simple as this one was, about me becoming a member of the X-Factor. Which is a darn cool name, if I didn't say so before. Also, if it doesn't work out with anyone else, I might be moving in with Drake after I graduate this next year, and share an apartment with him. That way I can just go over to NYU, and he can go to Emerson, and it still won't be a problem. The location is still good, either way. Even if that doesn't work out, maybe I'll get another room in the same apartment complex so I'll be close by to both him and the mansion, still. Things'll work out.
Drake, don't worry about me being on X-Factor. I promise you I won't let you down.
After some enlightening talk and male bonding, we took a long walk over to Lennox Hill Hospital to visit my mom. She seemed to like him, and she remembered him from a picture of I had of him in that photo album I got her from last Christmas. Anyway, that part of the evening is so long...I can't even begin to explain what happen over LJ. I'll need to talk to Jean about choices for the future concerning my mother's health, but to make the short of things, Drake's courage gave my mother another month to live.
Unfortunately, at the rate things are now, the doctor thinks that's the only month she's got. We need to take action now. And I'm not exaggerating this time. Something needs to be done, or my mother will die. And I'll be damned if I let that happen. I lost my father, but as long as my mother has a breath in her body, I refuse to let the same thing happen to her.
<> Drake's Room - Lv2(#1014RA)
Black. Its an easy way to describe the room here. Drake, since moving in, hasn't put a single light bulb into the place. At least not on his side of the room. Most likely at night he can be heard listening to rock music softly and tapping away at a laptop that he has set up on a small desk he purchased. Overall, its pretty plain, nothing too eye catching, save for a few candles set up and the smell of incense in the air. Also, a pile of dirty laundry that is nearly all black clothes.
[Exits : [O]ut ]
[Players : Drake ]
[Things : Dance Dance Revolution Machine ]
Having moved the rest of the stuff out a week ago, Drake stands in the middle of his empty room, glancing around, taking in a deep breath. It smells a bit musty in here. Nose wrinkling, he lets out a frustrated sigh and walks to the window, pushing it open to let the air in, blinking his eyes at the bright sun. Its cooler in here without the gadgets on.
Quark knocks quietly on the door, standing outside in the hallway. Apparently, he figures it would be more polite to knock before heading in instead of just teleporting. Opening the door just enough to peek his head in, he spots Drake over by the wall and asks in a neutral tone, "Drake? You mind if I come in for a bit?"
Turning around, Drake furrows his brows a bit, then offers the other teen a slight grin. "Hey Q-Bert." He drawls playfully, sliding his hands out of his pockets and makes his way to you. "Whats up? I was ganna invite you and the guys over to my place for the weekend."
Quark grins in spite of himself as he enters the room, chuckling a little as he slowly walks up to Drake with his own hands going into his pockets, unsure of what exactly he came here to say. Pausing for a moment in silence, he stands there in the middle of the empty room, enjoying the small breeze as he surveys the room. Finally, he turns towards the goth and, smile fading a bit, he states the obvious, "So...you're really leaving, then."
"Already left bro. I'm just.. kinda hanging out now and taking up space." Drake admits as he takes in a deep breath, then stares into your eyes, brows knitting together. ".. I was wondering if... maybe I can be of help to you now. Ya'know.. with your mother." He mentions. "Ya'wanted me to try and heal her, right? An.. I think I was acting like a dick or something last time.."
Quark smiles ruefully at Drake's comment about taking up space, but shrugs and shifts his feet uncomfortably at mention of his mother. He opens his mouth to say something, but instead pauses for a moment and sighs, shaking his head. Instead, he says, "Well, you weren't the only one. I was being stupid, too, for getting into a huge argument instead of just apologizing. I just...got defensive, that's all." Offering an apologetic smile, he adds, "Anyway, to answer you directly, I would greatly appreciate all of the help I can get. Jean still believes it will take human-mutant cooperation to get this all to work out, but with people like Dr. Bradford out there...I just hope everything works out. I'm going to talk to Jean sometime soon and see what can be arranged, because it'll need to be soon. She's...not doing that great." Shaking his head and smiling slightly, he looks down at his feet for a few awkward, silent moments before looking Drake back in the eyes and saying, "Look, I didn't really come here to talk about my mother. I came to talk about you," he admits. "I just...wanted to let you know that even if you might not consider me as much of a friend as Bobby or John, I'm still here to help support you if you need anything. I'll admit I don't really know as much about you as they do, but still...whatever you need, I can help out. Or at least try."
Blinking his eyes a bit, Drake stammers out. "Quark, you are one of my best friends, of course I consider you close like I do the other two. You are the first person I got to.. 'know' here.. outside of Jubilee." He pops you in the shoulder a bit, then offers. "I was ganna ask if you wanted to room with me at the College next year once you graduate." He shifts a bit on his feet, then says. "Can you take me to your mother?" He asks. "I think I could help her.. my healing ability is something I'm more confident in than my other one."
Quark, who had been looking at the ground after his statement, now blinks himself and eyes Drake back, another sincere, roguish smile forming on his face. "Really?" is all he can manage to say, baffled that he had made such a positive impression upon the other student. "I don't mind rooming with you at all, actually. But I'm probably leaning more towards New York University myself, instead of Emerson. But transportation can't be that bad, since I can teleport and all. And I'm getting a lot better at it, too!" he adds in a pleased tone. "As for Mom, yeah, you can meet her anytime. I think she's doing bloodwork today, and she's not really fit for visitors everyday, but otherwise it's cool." A thought coming to mind, he frowns in thought and thinks out loud, "Maybe you and Jean Remillard could work together...use your powers together with some modern medicine and heal her completely. Dr. Grey would know..." Fading into silence, his excited smile starting to fade as well, he stares back down to the ground in partial guilt as another thought enters his mind, probably one of the main things on his mind lately. Finally, he adds quietly, still looking down, "...I actually thought you didn't really like me. I thought that was why you never came to talk to me about being part of you X-Factor team thing. Just like Jean thinks I'm too young and, at this point, reckless to be on the X-Men..." Silence, other than his shifting feet, as he continues to avoid eye contact.
"Yah well.. she thinks I"m just plain reckless." Drake says softly, giving him a nudge. "You want a spot on the squad? You got it, Quark." He says, reaching out to pull the younger boy close, giving him a hug as he sighs. That is probably surprising, he's not the touchy feely type, or at least he never used to be. He lets the moment linger shortly, before leaning back. "So, who is this other Jean person, and would it be OK to visit her today while I got the day off? I can be subtle about my power." He admits. "I won't push myself like I used to.. I've figured out that I'm hurting myself the more I push. I can heal in small doses."
Quark doesn't know which surprises him more, being physically and emotionally embraced by a goth or getting accepted onto his own mini X-Men team-to-be. So he just stands there and welcomes both recognitions, returning the hug while still in surprise. Looks like Drake might be more welcoming than Quark had imagined--like Logan, maybe, only in chain-rattling black clothes. ^_^ Blinking as he tries to think of what to say, he finally shrugs and answers with a grin, "His name is Jean Remillard, but everyone calls him Blue Gremlin or just Blue. He's a mutant, and some sort of ally of Xavier's and the school. He's...he's an amazing healer. He has these blue tentacles that he uses to cover someone's wound and somehow does something with their energy...I can't really explain it." Shrugging, he adds, "You should meet him sometime. He's not a teacher here, but there might be some stuff that he could teach you that Dr. Grey, Professor Hank, even Scott can't teach you. Despite some of his more...unusual personality quirks," he grins. Checking his watch, he replies, "I suppose they might be finishing up soon, so yeah, we could go over there if you like. As long as you don't try anything too drastic," he half-jokes.
"I know Blue." Drake says thoughtfully, eyes furrowing some. "I met him once.. I think he healed me. Not sure." He rolls his shoulders a bit and then goes back to looking broody serious, chains definitely rattling as he moves. His legs are swimming with straps and metal. With a tilt of his head, he grins. "I won't do anything extreme, like raise someone from the dead." He admits as he heads out of the room, gloved fingers brushing along the wall to snap the light switch down quickly with a click. "So, you ready for your last year of school?" He asks curiously as he glances over his shoulder to the other kid.
Quark chuckles again, commenting jokingly, "If you can't remember, it's probably because you were in such a bad shape that you really -needed- his help. He is one of the better healers I know...even if I only know a handful." Following Drake as he begins to exit the room, he replies, "Good. I'm not quite sure how your own healing powers work again, but if I recall, they make you tired and hurt if you push yourself too far. So don't try anything drastic...maybe just a diagnosis or something, or help give her energy. I don't know much at all about what you're capable," he admits, "but I'm just glad you're willing to try." Thinking about the school year to come, he grins and comments, "Well, I will be taking some darn hard classes. Probably the hardest this school has." Turning towards Drake, he can't help but grin and add, "So yeah, I can't wait for this year to start." As they leave, he pauses for a minute and asks again in a questioning, I-need-to-know-the-truth tone, "Are you -sure- I can join your X-Factor team? Because with the way things are going between me and Jean in that area of debate, she'll probably scratch the whole thing just because of me joining," he snorts in half amusement, half truth. Well, at least he hopes it won't happen that way...hrmm.
"I don't care what Jean thinks at this point. Its my future, not hers." Drake says as he walks down the hallway. "If we have to practice together at night at the College Gym, then so be it, long as we don't destroy anything. Everyone needs a place to fit in. Sides', its not like we're ganna go out and fight super villians or anything. All we're doing is learning team work and trying to get involved with community service around the city, maybe save a kid out of a tree, or put a dangerous fire out that gives firemen a problem. The teachers have been quite firm about not doing super hero stuff and I'm fine with that." He says, glancing to him. "I just don't want anyone thinking we're trying to be gangsters or something."
"I -completely- agree," is Quark's immediate answer to Drake's comment as they walk out the door. "I just don't get her in this. She keeps referring to that Latin war poem of hers, saying she's too worried that I'm anxious to go off and get myself killed just to get a snippet of glory! What I've heard the others saying about that team of yours, and what you've said yourself...that's what I mean. That's what I'm looking for. Heck, that's why I want to be an X-Man. She just doesn't understand how my determination to follow that dream doesn't mean I'm being immature and naive." Shaking his head in wonder and sticking his hands in his pocket, thoughts racing through his mind, he finally sighs and says, "Oh well...let's just forget about that. Let's go see how Mom's doing."
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Lennox Hill Hospital - Hospital Ward
This ward is used to keep recovering, and non emergency surgery patients. The ward is split into private, semi-private, and shared rooms, 1 bed, 2 bed, and 4 bed rooms respectively. The same white walled, and black and white checkered tile pattern carries on from the waiting room, giving the whole area a cold, sterile feeling to it. Long, flourescent lights line the hallway, that runs between rooms, set along either side of the hallway. Near the entrance to the Emergency room, there is a nurse station, with several nurses always on call behind the desks.
[Exits : [W]aiting [R]oom, and [E]mergency [R]oom ]
Drake has arrived.
The walk was long and frustrating under the hot New York sun. Drake kept quiet for the most part, save some conversation here or there, adding in a few things to your conversation as you rambled. Upon heading down the hallway of the hospital, the Gothic gets more than a few stares, shooting passer by's the 'eye' as he goes. He hates these places, they smell bad.
Beware, Quark can make a decent rambler. If he was more confident in his mutant abilities and Lennox wasn't so far away, he'd probably have saved them the time and just teleported. Well, something to work on now, he guesses. At least now he has a stronger reason to do it. So they're on the way, and he's rambling, talking about how his powers work and how he thinks he'd be able to help the team, even if Dakota already can teleport. Ideas flowing through his head, they finally reach the end of their trip, and so his rambling dies down as they enter. Briefly stopping inside to smile and chat for a few short moments with Jean's oncologist friend--the new doctor overseeing his mother's treatment--he waves Drake onward into his mother's room, quietly shutting the door behind them after they enter. Walking over to the window by his mother's bed, he opens the drapes slightly to add a bit of natural light to the room and pats his mother on the shoulder, checking to see if she's awake. "Mom...?"
Allison is resting peacefully on her adjustable medical bed, which is currently angled up slightly instead of lying flat like a regular one. Her eyes are closed, although she is not fully asleep. At her son's voice, however, they open up in a squinting look, managing a weak smile as she realizes he's come to visit her once again. "Why, hello, Chris!" Weakly turning her head to the side, her partially bloodshot eyes scanning the rest of the room, she spots Drake and offers, "And I see you've brought a friend, as well. Let's see..." Biting her lip in thought, her left hand idly stroking a small photo album resting on the bed beside her, she finally smiles and adds, "Ah. Yes, you must be Drake? I've heard quite a bit about you."
Nose wrinkling at the smell of the room, Drake looks uncomfortable as he shuffles about, letting his eyes rest upon the dying mother in the bed. He takes in a slow, deep breath, nodding towards her. "I am Drake, yes. I am called Code Breaker as well." He rolls his arms out of his jacket, letting it flop into his hands. The vampire coat goes over the back of a chair, revealing his frame which has thickened out a bit. He is now wearing a shirt that says: I scare even the ugliest of muties. Har Har. "I'm here to help you." He takes a few steps to her bed, trying not to stare at her sickly visage as he glides one of the leather gloves off.
Quark stands off to the side after returning his mother's smile, watching the interaction between her and Drake. He can't help but smirk at Drake's choice of attire, but is otherwise completely serious. His eyes flickering towards his mother's, he reassures her, "Don't worry, Mom. Drake's a mutant, too, with healing abilities." Quark mentally facepalms: Drake's probably a great healer. So long as he remembers which hand to use. o_O Oy. But he doesn't take the liberty of letting her know that he also has the potential to give her diseases and kill her, instead opting to say, "He's not going to try anything serious right now...it would be far too draining on both him and you to try and heal you completely, but maybe you'll at least feel a little bit better...?" Eyes flicking towards Drake this time, his body posture all but screams the obvious: please, Please, PLEASE don't hurt her. Please?
Allison remains quiet for a few moments, arching her eyebrow slightly (just like her son does!) as she re-examines Drake once more, as if deciding whether or not he might be capable of helping her. It's not his fault; she's just become quite skeptical of medical help concerning her condition. If Drake knows anything about medicine, he'll understand that her ghostly pale skin is a symptom of anemia, or a lower number of red-blood cells in her body; likewise, the excessive number of ugly bruises on her arms hint at another symptom of sever leukemia: a reduced number of blood-clotting platelets. But that's not all, apparently. Staring into Drake's eyes, she comments in a flat tone, "Bradford was wrong about my diagnosis. I have ALL, or acute lymphocytic leukemia." Placing her hand on an enlarged area above the breastplate, she adds, "My thymus is swollen. Eventually, it will place too much pressure upon my SVC, or superior vena cava, the major vein that carries blood from the head and arms back to the heart." She continues her speech as if educating him, being the teacher she always has been. "It will cause my arms and head to swell. If it grows out of hand, my brain will swell. And that will be fatal." Her tone has taken on a chilling, deadly one, but her face continues to remain emotionless. Staring directly into Drake's eyes, her own shaking ever so slightly as she fights to keep them trained upon his, she says, "The oncologist gives me one month before that happens, if the swelling can't be stopped." Trying to ignore the fact that she had not even told this to her son until now, she simply asks Drake, "Do you think you can help slow down the swelling? Give me..." She hacks a cough a few times, her chest heaving with pain. Blinking the now-forming tears out of her eyes, she finishes, "Can you give me that time? To prepare..." She can't bring herself to say it, although it hangs out in the open: to prepare for death.
"I don't know, lady." Drake says honestly as he rolls his shoulders back, fingers twitching some. "I've been told that one day I may bring back the dead. Sides'.. you gotta stay alive, yer son an his best friend are ganna become X-Men soon." His dark eyes sparkle a bit mirthfully as he clicks his tongue ring against his teeth, revealing a metal skull between his lips for a moment, before reaching out and pressing his bare hand against her throat. He closes his eyes and seizes up for a moment as he feels the quick swell in his chest. His eyes begin to water, but still, he hangs on. He can feel the warmth of his touch go from here to there, and soon, his own body begin to be replaced with a chill that travels up his spine. Regardless of his promise to Quark, he decides not to let go.
Quark's mouth dries up, eyes going slack, as the worst of his fears is confirmed. If she doesn't get help, that's it. She's going to die, just like his father. Consequently, everything Drake says before placing his hand is missed as Chris just stares off into that possible window of his future. And it's not very pretty. As soon as Drake starts doing something, however, Quark forces himself to ignore the possibilities of his mother dying and simply watches on in silence. As the seconds tick by in what feels like hours, Quark starts to get worried, eyeing the goth. "Drake....?"
Allison inhales once as Drake starts his healing process, feeling a slight shock in her body. She feels a warmth enter her upper body from the goth's outstretched hand, traveling towards the swollen lump on her upper chest. After those few long moments, the warmth finally fades as Drake stops, and she opens her eyes in surprise. Looking down at the swelling, a single tear falls down her cheek as she observes how it has been reduced. Despite a slight nausea, which causes her to temporarily steady herself in the bed and blink her eyes several times, she also feels renewed. Taking a deep breath, she rest back on the bed and, finally giving a heartwarming smile to Drake, offers in a tired, breathy tone, a touch of mirth to it, "My God...thank you, Drake. You're welcome to the house any time."
Thunk. Drake passes out as he lets go of her, his body crumbling to the floor. The chains hit loudly in a loud clack. Blood has begun squirting out of his nose in a goopy manner. He shakes for a moment before growing still, wheezing with one breath after the other, curling himself up into a ball. He doesn't hear the words of the woman, all he can hear is the pounding in his head. His healing hand twitches, veins pulsing under the skin. He looks visibly weak.
Once again, Quark doesn't know which surprises him more: his mother gaining at least one more month to live from Drake's heroic efforts, or Drake passing out in a bloody manner from said efforts. So he just stands there dumbly for a few short moments, mouth gaping as his eyes move from Drake to his mother, and then back to Drake again. *Ding*. His brain registers what just happened, and he suddenly rushes over to Drake's collapsed body in anguish, shouting, "DRAKE! NOOO! Get up!" He quickly checks for a pulse, and is extremely relieved to find one; alarmed by his shouts, the oncologist overseeing his mother's treatment rushes into the room, helping Quark lift Drake's exhausted onto the vacant medical bed adjacent to his mother's. Grabbing some tissue, Quark quickly tries to stop the blood flow, applying pressure to the bridge of his nose. Consequently, he is currently unable to give Drake an ammonia waft to wake him up, as his nose is currently blocked by flowing blood. o_O Looking up at the oncologist, he asks in a terribly worried tone, "Will he be alright??"
The revived doctor and professor is at a loss of words, herself. In a condition like hers, she is unable to help at all, besides offering emotional support and a silent prayer of hope for the sweet boy who may have stalled her death long enough for her to live. Reaching out to her son, she places a gentle hand on his and offers quietly, "Christopher, calm down. You must relax. He will be alright, he's just physically exhausted. Let him rest, and try to stop the blood. It's all you can do right now." Eyeing the oncologist, she nods once, as if that alone is enough to convey the message that Drake must be taken care of until he is feeling better.
Snorting out a blast of blood from his nose, Drake curls up a bit into the chair he is placed into, teeth chattering. He has grown cold to the touch, and there are a few dark bruises on his skin that are slowly fading away. His power works as a contraction obviously, for it takes the pain and suffering of others into himself, just on a smaller degree. Licking his lips, tasting blood, his eyes slowly creep open as he stares up at the white ceiling, chest rising and falling slowly as he takes in one controlled breath after the other. He is quiet, deadly silent as he remains motionless.
Quark doesn't mind the cold touch, so long as it means he's helping Drake feel better. Still using tissues to slow Drake's nose's blood loss, he lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding as soon as Drake opens his eyes. God, if he was feeling any better, Quark would kick him or something just for being a fool. As the mysterious bruises start to fade, Quark eyes Drake worriedly, still not sure if he's completely conscious. Either way, he can't help but ask quietly, "What the hell was that about? God, are you alright? Drake...?"
Allison is equally relieved when Drake's eyes open, although she is equally concerned for him as her son is. Still, she continues to place a hand upon the reduced lump on her breastplate, as if she has yet to believe the swelling has been reduced so much. A few more silent tears flow down her cheeks, yet she says nothing else. She has nothing else to say, as it is. Foolish boy. God-gifted, life-saving mutant boy...but completely, utterly foolish. Thank God for fools.
Yay for fools. Drake stares back at Quark for a few moments, before closing his eyes and swallowing a breath. "I'm cool Quark. I just haven't healed something like that before. It just hurt a whole hella lot." Pushing himself up into a sitting position, he uses the front of his shirt to blow his nose, wiping it clean as he licks his lips a bit. "I'll be up for another round by t'morrow." He says with conviction.
'Hell no' is Quark's immediate unvoiced response to Drake's comment, although he can't bring himself to say it. Yet. Handing a few more clean tissues to Drake as the goth finally says something, Quark sort of falls down himself into a chair next to the medical bed Drake is temporarily residing in. Finally, as a wave of nausea passes over himself, Quark closes his eyes and takes a deep breath himself, using the chair to steady himself. Blinking a few times and looking at Drake with an expression mixed with both extreme gratitude and deep worry, he replies with a benevolent pat on Drake's arm and a gentle voice, "You know I can't ask that of you. I don't want you to have to suffer like that again. It's bad enough one of us already has to suffer from my own mistakes," he glances over at his mother with sadness, "but I'll be damned if I make you feel the same thing, too. No. Please, no..."
Allison shakes her head slightly in response to Drake, although sadly, for different reasons than Quark. She's been sick for so long, she's given up on hope. The light is beyond her sight. She denied it before, tried to justify it earlier, but is not able to any longer. It's just too bad what that will mean for Chris, and even worse that he doesn't understand such a thing yet. But...it can't be helped. What's done is done. Closing her eyes as more tears start to flow, she responds to Drake in a quiet yet surprisingly firm voice, "You've already given me more than I could ever hope for, Drake." Because, as she so believes now, life is something she is no long able to hope for.
Letting out a loud breath, Drake rolls his eyes upwards a bit, then shoots a 'look' at Chris. "Don't puss out Chris. I told you I'd help and I'm ganna." He shakes his head a bit and blows out his nose once more, then stands up to his feet now that he got his wind back and stretches himself out, popping a few joints. The bruising has all but disappeared at this point, leaving him markless. "I don't believe in giving up. Its only one day, don't let a bloody nose freak you out. It'll get easier each time."
Quark can't help but grin in spite of himself. He's obviously glad Drake's back to his old self. Still, he sighs and shrugs, replying, "I understand you said you'd help, and there aren't words in the world that could allow me to convey to you my sense of gratitude. It's just...this is a severe and very potentially lethal case of cancer. You just gave my mother another month to live...but that doesn't mean it'll be that easy to fix." He waves his hand towards her, looking at her as if for the first time. Despite his mother listening to what he's going to say, he adds, "That was only -one- symptom, and it's not even permanently fixed, just reduced. It's a stall tactic. But she needs more red blood cells, more -white- blood cells...she's got hacking coughs, shortness of breath due to swelling and applied pressure to the trachea. I mean...damn." Apparently that's the only word that can sum up the situation. Turning towards Drake, he offers in a neutral tone, "Now, don't shoot this idea off right away, but...I've talked to Jean about this. She is a doctor. She believes that if we can use chemotherapy to completely eradicate the disased white blood cells, and then use your healing powers to keep her disease-free while more regenerate, she'll have a strong chance to live. If we don't use chemo, and eventually a bone marrow transplant, it can't ever be cured--short of your death, for Christ's sake. And I don't want that on my hands."
The biochemistry professor simply nods, vaguely paying attention to all of this discussion. However, Allison inhales sharply when, for one brief moment, she sees a tiny yet unmistakably real glimpse of hope. This Dr. Jean Grey is smart, it sounds, to be teaching at that school. Perhaps...for one brief moment, Allison believes that perhaps death is not the only possible outcome of this neverending nightmare.
Sighing to himself, Drake curls himself up against the chair and closes his eyes, feeling exhausted and wiped out from the act. It doesn't take long for him to fall asleep as his body slumps, gently breathing through his lips, rumbling in his throat.
Quark sighs and leans back in the chair relaxing, glad for the argument to end so quickly. Even though it's not over. "Sleep now, Drake. We'll talk some other time." With that, he gets up, hugs his mother good night, and then crashes himself in the chair after shutting the lights off. Maybe he'll head back to the mansion in a few hours, after resting a bit...yeah...
OOC: Thanks to Drake for an awesome scene! Except for a few short breaks, we were at it for around 4 hours or so. o_O Anyway, Allison Parker was once again NPCed by yours truly. Again, if you're interested to be the one doing that NPCing in the future, feel free to contact me. I'm also starting to feel we'll need someone to NPC for a nurse and the oncologist, as well. ;-)
...I never knew a simple trip to an empty room right down the hall could lead to such an emotional and eventful night.
I went to talk to Drake, now that he's almost done with the moving process. I realized that he and I are more alike than I had ever thought, and that--excepting Noren and Wesley--he's probably the closest friend I have. One of the best.
I finally got the guts to tell him that I had thought he didn't want me on his X-Factor team because we didn't really know each other, or because he didn't think I was good enough or something. I was wrong. To be completely honest, I wish the talk I'd like to have with Jean about joining the X-Men would be nearly as simple as this one was, about me becoming a member of the X-Factor. Which is a darn cool name, if I didn't say so before. Also, if it doesn't work out with anyone else, I might be moving in with Drake after I graduate this next year, and share an apartment with him. That way I can just go over to NYU, and he can go to Emerson, and it still won't be a problem. The location is still good, either way. Even if that doesn't work out, maybe I'll get another room in the same apartment complex so I'll be close by to both him and the mansion, still. Things'll work out.
Drake, don't worry about me being on X-Factor. I promise you I won't let you down.
After some enlightening talk and male bonding, we took a long walk over to Lennox Hill Hospital to visit my mom. She seemed to like him, and she remembered him from a picture of I had of him in that photo album I got her from last Christmas. Anyway, that part of the evening is so long...I can't even begin to explain what happen over LJ. I'll need to talk to Jean about choices for the future concerning my mother's health, but to make the short of things, Drake's courage gave my mother another month to live.
Unfortunately, at the rate things are now, the doctor thinks that's the only month she's got. We need to take action now. And I'm not exaggerating this time. Something needs to be done, or my mother will die. And I'll be damned if I let that happen. I lost my father, but as long as my mother has a breath in her body, I refuse to let the same thing happen to her.
<> Drake's Room - Lv2(#1014RA)
Black. Its an easy way to describe the room here. Drake, since moving in, hasn't put a single light bulb into the place. At least not on his side of the room. Most likely at night he can be heard listening to rock music softly and tapping away at a laptop that he has set up on a small desk he purchased. Overall, its pretty plain, nothing too eye catching, save for a few candles set up and the smell of incense in the air. Also, a pile of dirty laundry that is nearly all black clothes.
[Exits : [O]ut ]
[Players : Drake ]
[Things : Dance Dance Revolution Machine ]
Having moved the rest of the stuff out a week ago, Drake stands in the middle of his empty room, glancing around, taking in a deep breath. It smells a bit musty in here. Nose wrinkling, he lets out a frustrated sigh and walks to the window, pushing it open to let the air in, blinking his eyes at the bright sun. Its cooler in here without the gadgets on.
Quark knocks quietly on the door, standing outside in the hallway. Apparently, he figures it would be more polite to knock before heading in instead of just teleporting. Opening the door just enough to peek his head in, he spots Drake over by the wall and asks in a neutral tone, "Drake? You mind if I come in for a bit?"
Turning around, Drake furrows his brows a bit, then offers the other teen a slight grin. "Hey Q-Bert." He drawls playfully, sliding his hands out of his pockets and makes his way to you. "Whats up? I was ganna invite you and the guys over to my place for the weekend."
Quark grins in spite of himself as he enters the room, chuckling a little as he slowly walks up to Drake with his own hands going into his pockets, unsure of what exactly he came here to say. Pausing for a moment in silence, he stands there in the middle of the empty room, enjoying the small breeze as he surveys the room. Finally, he turns towards the goth and, smile fading a bit, he states the obvious, "So...you're really leaving, then."
"Already left bro. I'm just.. kinda hanging out now and taking up space." Drake admits as he takes in a deep breath, then stares into your eyes, brows knitting together. ".. I was wondering if... maybe I can be of help to you now. Ya'know.. with your mother." He mentions. "Ya'wanted me to try and heal her, right? An.. I think I was acting like a dick or something last time.."
Quark smiles ruefully at Drake's comment about taking up space, but shrugs and shifts his feet uncomfortably at mention of his mother. He opens his mouth to say something, but instead pauses for a moment and sighs, shaking his head. Instead, he says, "Well, you weren't the only one. I was being stupid, too, for getting into a huge argument instead of just apologizing. I just...got defensive, that's all." Offering an apologetic smile, he adds, "Anyway, to answer you directly, I would greatly appreciate all of the help I can get. Jean still believes it will take human-mutant cooperation to get this all to work out, but with people like Dr. Bradford out there...I just hope everything works out. I'm going to talk to Jean sometime soon and see what can be arranged, because it'll need to be soon. She's...not doing that great." Shaking his head and smiling slightly, he looks down at his feet for a few awkward, silent moments before looking Drake back in the eyes and saying, "Look, I didn't really come here to talk about my mother. I came to talk about you," he admits. "I just...wanted to let you know that even if you might not consider me as much of a friend as Bobby or John, I'm still here to help support you if you need anything. I'll admit I don't really know as much about you as they do, but still...whatever you need, I can help out. Or at least try."
Blinking his eyes a bit, Drake stammers out. "Quark, you are one of my best friends, of course I consider you close like I do the other two. You are the first person I got to.. 'know' here.. outside of Jubilee." He pops you in the shoulder a bit, then offers. "I was ganna ask if you wanted to room with me at the College next year once you graduate." He shifts a bit on his feet, then says. "Can you take me to your mother?" He asks. "I think I could help her.. my healing ability is something I'm more confident in than my other one."
Quark, who had been looking at the ground after his statement, now blinks himself and eyes Drake back, another sincere, roguish smile forming on his face. "Really?" is all he can manage to say, baffled that he had made such a positive impression upon the other student. "I don't mind rooming with you at all, actually. But I'm probably leaning more towards New York University myself, instead of Emerson. But transportation can't be that bad, since I can teleport and all. And I'm getting a lot better at it, too!" he adds in a pleased tone. "As for Mom, yeah, you can meet her anytime. I think she's doing bloodwork today, and she's not really fit for visitors everyday, but otherwise it's cool." A thought coming to mind, he frowns in thought and thinks out loud, "Maybe you and Jean Remillard could work together...use your powers together with some modern medicine and heal her completely. Dr. Grey would know..." Fading into silence, his excited smile starting to fade as well, he stares back down to the ground in partial guilt as another thought enters his mind, probably one of the main things on his mind lately. Finally, he adds quietly, still looking down, "...I actually thought you didn't really like me. I thought that was why you never came to talk to me about being part of you X-Factor team thing. Just like Jean thinks I'm too young and, at this point, reckless to be on the X-Men..." Silence, other than his shifting feet, as he continues to avoid eye contact.
"Yah well.. she thinks I"m just plain reckless." Drake says softly, giving him a nudge. "You want a spot on the squad? You got it, Quark." He says, reaching out to pull the younger boy close, giving him a hug as he sighs. That is probably surprising, he's not the touchy feely type, or at least he never used to be. He lets the moment linger shortly, before leaning back. "So, who is this other Jean person, and would it be OK to visit her today while I got the day off? I can be subtle about my power." He admits. "I won't push myself like I used to.. I've figured out that I'm hurting myself the more I push. I can heal in small doses."
Quark doesn't know which surprises him more, being physically and emotionally embraced by a goth or getting accepted onto his own mini X-Men team-to-be. So he just stands there and welcomes both recognitions, returning the hug while still in surprise. Looks like Drake might be more welcoming than Quark had imagined--like Logan, maybe, only in chain-rattling black clothes. ^_^ Blinking as he tries to think of what to say, he finally shrugs and answers with a grin, "His name is Jean Remillard, but everyone calls him Blue Gremlin or just Blue. He's a mutant, and some sort of ally of Xavier's and the school. He's...he's an amazing healer. He has these blue tentacles that he uses to cover someone's wound and somehow does something with their energy...I can't really explain it." Shrugging, he adds, "You should meet him sometime. He's not a teacher here, but there might be some stuff that he could teach you that Dr. Grey, Professor Hank, even Scott can't teach you. Despite some of his more...unusual personality quirks," he grins. Checking his watch, he replies, "I suppose they might be finishing up soon, so yeah, we could go over there if you like. As long as you don't try anything too drastic," he half-jokes.
"I know Blue." Drake says thoughtfully, eyes furrowing some. "I met him once.. I think he healed me. Not sure." He rolls his shoulders a bit and then goes back to looking broody serious, chains definitely rattling as he moves. His legs are swimming with straps and metal. With a tilt of his head, he grins. "I won't do anything extreme, like raise someone from the dead." He admits as he heads out of the room, gloved fingers brushing along the wall to snap the light switch down quickly with a click. "So, you ready for your last year of school?" He asks curiously as he glances over his shoulder to the other kid.
Quark chuckles again, commenting jokingly, "If you can't remember, it's probably because you were in such a bad shape that you really -needed- his help. He is one of the better healers I know...even if I only know a handful." Following Drake as he begins to exit the room, he replies, "Good. I'm not quite sure how your own healing powers work again, but if I recall, they make you tired and hurt if you push yourself too far. So don't try anything drastic...maybe just a diagnosis or something, or help give her energy. I don't know much at all about what you're capable," he admits, "but I'm just glad you're willing to try." Thinking about the school year to come, he grins and comments, "Well, I will be taking some darn hard classes. Probably the hardest this school has." Turning towards Drake, he can't help but grin and add, "So yeah, I can't wait for this year to start." As they leave, he pauses for a minute and asks again in a questioning, I-need-to-know-the-truth tone, "Are you -sure- I can join your X-Factor team? Because with the way things are going between me and Jean in that area of debate, she'll probably scratch the whole thing just because of me joining," he snorts in half amusement, half truth. Well, at least he hopes it won't happen that way...hrmm.
"I don't care what Jean thinks at this point. Its my future, not hers." Drake says as he walks down the hallway. "If we have to practice together at night at the College Gym, then so be it, long as we don't destroy anything. Everyone needs a place to fit in. Sides', its not like we're ganna go out and fight super villians or anything. All we're doing is learning team work and trying to get involved with community service around the city, maybe save a kid out of a tree, or put a dangerous fire out that gives firemen a problem. The teachers have been quite firm about not doing super hero stuff and I'm fine with that." He says, glancing to him. "I just don't want anyone thinking we're trying to be gangsters or something."
"I -completely- agree," is Quark's immediate answer to Drake's comment as they walk out the door. "I just don't get her in this. She keeps referring to that Latin war poem of hers, saying she's too worried that I'm anxious to go off and get myself killed just to get a snippet of glory! What I've heard the others saying about that team of yours, and what you've said yourself...that's what I mean. That's what I'm looking for. Heck, that's why I want to be an X-Man. She just doesn't understand how my determination to follow that dream doesn't mean I'm being immature and naive." Shaking his head in wonder and sticking his hands in his pocket, thoughts racing through his mind, he finally sighs and says, "Oh well...let's just forget about that. Let's go see how Mom's doing."
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Lennox Hill Hospital - Hospital Ward
This ward is used to keep recovering, and non emergency surgery patients. The ward is split into private, semi-private, and shared rooms, 1 bed, 2 bed, and 4 bed rooms respectively. The same white walled, and black and white checkered tile pattern carries on from the waiting room, giving the whole area a cold, sterile feeling to it. Long, flourescent lights line the hallway, that runs between rooms, set along either side of the hallway. Near the entrance to the Emergency room, there is a nurse station, with several nurses always on call behind the desks.
[Exits : [W]aiting [R]oom, and [E]mergency [R]oom ]
Drake has arrived.
The walk was long and frustrating under the hot New York sun. Drake kept quiet for the most part, save some conversation here or there, adding in a few things to your conversation as you rambled. Upon heading down the hallway of the hospital, the Gothic gets more than a few stares, shooting passer by's the 'eye' as he goes. He hates these places, they smell bad.
Beware, Quark can make a decent rambler. If he was more confident in his mutant abilities and Lennox wasn't so far away, he'd probably have saved them the time and just teleported. Well, something to work on now, he guesses. At least now he has a stronger reason to do it. So they're on the way, and he's rambling, talking about how his powers work and how he thinks he'd be able to help the team, even if Dakota already can teleport. Ideas flowing through his head, they finally reach the end of their trip, and so his rambling dies down as they enter. Briefly stopping inside to smile and chat for a few short moments with Jean's oncologist friend--the new doctor overseeing his mother's treatment--he waves Drake onward into his mother's room, quietly shutting the door behind them after they enter. Walking over to the window by his mother's bed, he opens the drapes slightly to add a bit of natural light to the room and pats his mother on the shoulder, checking to see if she's awake. "Mom...?"
Allison is resting peacefully on her adjustable medical bed, which is currently angled up slightly instead of lying flat like a regular one. Her eyes are closed, although she is not fully asleep. At her son's voice, however, they open up in a squinting look, managing a weak smile as she realizes he's come to visit her once again. "Why, hello, Chris!" Weakly turning her head to the side, her partially bloodshot eyes scanning the rest of the room, she spots Drake and offers, "And I see you've brought a friend, as well. Let's see..." Biting her lip in thought, her left hand idly stroking a small photo album resting on the bed beside her, she finally smiles and adds, "Ah. Yes, you must be Drake? I've heard quite a bit about you."
Nose wrinkling at the smell of the room, Drake looks uncomfortable as he shuffles about, letting his eyes rest upon the dying mother in the bed. He takes in a slow, deep breath, nodding towards her. "I am Drake, yes. I am called Code Breaker as well." He rolls his arms out of his jacket, letting it flop into his hands. The vampire coat goes over the back of a chair, revealing his frame which has thickened out a bit. He is now wearing a shirt that says: I scare even the ugliest of muties. Har Har. "I'm here to help you." He takes a few steps to her bed, trying not to stare at her sickly visage as he glides one of the leather gloves off.
Quark stands off to the side after returning his mother's smile, watching the interaction between her and Drake. He can't help but smirk at Drake's choice of attire, but is otherwise completely serious. His eyes flickering towards his mother's, he reassures her, "Don't worry, Mom. Drake's a mutant, too, with healing abilities." Quark mentally facepalms: Drake's probably a great healer. So long as he remembers which hand to use. o_O Oy. But he doesn't take the liberty of letting her know that he also has the potential to give her diseases and kill her, instead opting to say, "He's not going to try anything serious right now...it would be far too draining on both him and you to try and heal you completely, but maybe you'll at least feel a little bit better...?" Eyes flicking towards Drake this time, his body posture all but screams the obvious: please, Please, PLEASE don't hurt her. Please?
Allison remains quiet for a few moments, arching her eyebrow slightly (just like her son does!) as she re-examines Drake once more, as if deciding whether or not he might be capable of helping her. It's not his fault; she's just become quite skeptical of medical help concerning her condition. If Drake knows anything about medicine, he'll understand that her ghostly pale skin is a symptom of anemia, or a lower number of red-blood cells in her body; likewise, the excessive number of ugly bruises on her arms hint at another symptom of sever leukemia: a reduced number of blood-clotting platelets. But that's not all, apparently. Staring into Drake's eyes, she comments in a flat tone, "Bradford was wrong about my diagnosis. I have ALL, or acute lymphocytic leukemia." Placing her hand on an enlarged area above the breastplate, she adds, "My thymus is swollen. Eventually, it will place too much pressure upon my SVC, or superior vena cava, the major vein that carries blood from the head and arms back to the heart." She continues her speech as if educating him, being the teacher she always has been. "It will cause my arms and head to swell. If it grows out of hand, my brain will swell. And that will be fatal." Her tone has taken on a chilling, deadly one, but her face continues to remain emotionless. Staring directly into Drake's eyes, her own shaking ever so slightly as she fights to keep them trained upon his, she says, "The oncologist gives me one month before that happens, if the swelling can't be stopped." Trying to ignore the fact that she had not even told this to her son until now, she simply asks Drake, "Do you think you can help slow down the swelling? Give me..." She hacks a cough a few times, her chest heaving with pain. Blinking the now-forming tears out of her eyes, she finishes, "Can you give me that time? To prepare..." She can't bring herself to say it, although it hangs out in the open: to prepare for death.
"I don't know, lady." Drake says honestly as he rolls his shoulders back, fingers twitching some. "I've been told that one day I may bring back the dead. Sides'.. you gotta stay alive, yer son an his best friend are ganna become X-Men soon." His dark eyes sparkle a bit mirthfully as he clicks his tongue ring against his teeth, revealing a metal skull between his lips for a moment, before reaching out and pressing his bare hand against her throat. He closes his eyes and seizes up for a moment as he feels the quick swell in his chest. His eyes begin to water, but still, he hangs on. He can feel the warmth of his touch go from here to there, and soon, his own body begin to be replaced with a chill that travels up his spine. Regardless of his promise to Quark, he decides not to let go.
Quark's mouth dries up, eyes going slack, as the worst of his fears is confirmed. If she doesn't get help, that's it. She's going to die, just like his father. Consequently, everything Drake says before placing his hand is missed as Chris just stares off into that possible window of his future. And it's not very pretty. As soon as Drake starts doing something, however, Quark forces himself to ignore the possibilities of his mother dying and simply watches on in silence. As the seconds tick by in what feels like hours, Quark starts to get worried, eyeing the goth. "Drake....?"
Allison inhales once as Drake starts his healing process, feeling a slight shock in her body. She feels a warmth enter her upper body from the goth's outstretched hand, traveling towards the swollen lump on her upper chest. After those few long moments, the warmth finally fades as Drake stops, and she opens her eyes in surprise. Looking down at the swelling, a single tear falls down her cheek as she observes how it has been reduced. Despite a slight nausea, which causes her to temporarily steady herself in the bed and blink her eyes several times, she also feels renewed. Taking a deep breath, she rest back on the bed and, finally giving a heartwarming smile to Drake, offers in a tired, breathy tone, a touch of mirth to it, "My God...thank you, Drake. You're welcome to the house any time."
Thunk. Drake passes out as he lets go of her, his body crumbling to the floor. The chains hit loudly in a loud clack. Blood has begun squirting out of his nose in a goopy manner. He shakes for a moment before growing still, wheezing with one breath after the other, curling himself up into a ball. He doesn't hear the words of the woman, all he can hear is the pounding in his head. His healing hand twitches, veins pulsing under the skin. He looks visibly weak.
Once again, Quark doesn't know which surprises him more: his mother gaining at least one more month to live from Drake's heroic efforts, or Drake passing out in a bloody manner from said efforts. So he just stands there dumbly for a few short moments, mouth gaping as his eyes move from Drake to his mother, and then back to Drake again. *Ding*. His brain registers what just happened, and he suddenly rushes over to Drake's collapsed body in anguish, shouting, "DRAKE! NOOO! Get up!" He quickly checks for a pulse, and is extremely relieved to find one; alarmed by his shouts, the oncologist overseeing his mother's treatment rushes into the room, helping Quark lift Drake's exhausted onto the vacant medical bed adjacent to his mother's. Grabbing some tissue, Quark quickly tries to stop the blood flow, applying pressure to the bridge of his nose. Consequently, he is currently unable to give Drake an ammonia waft to wake him up, as his nose is currently blocked by flowing blood. o_O Looking up at the oncologist, he asks in a terribly worried tone, "Will he be alright??"
The revived doctor and professor is at a loss of words, herself. In a condition like hers, she is unable to help at all, besides offering emotional support and a silent prayer of hope for the sweet boy who may have stalled her death long enough for her to live. Reaching out to her son, she places a gentle hand on his and offers quietly, "Christopher, calm down. You must relax. He will be alright, he's just physically exhausted. Let him rest, and try to stop the blood. It's all you can do right now." Eyeing the oncologist, she nods once, as if that alone is enough to convey the message that Drake must be taken care of until he is feeling better.
Snorting out a blast of blood from his nose, Drake curls up a bit into the chair he is placed into, teeth chattering. He has grown cold to the touch, and there are a few dark bruises on his skin that are slowly fading away. His power works as a contraction obviously, for it takes the pain and suffering of others into himself, just on a smaller degree. Licking his lips, tasting blood, his eyes slowly creep open as he stares up at the white ceiling, chest rising and falling slowly as he takes in one controlled breath after the other. He is quiet, deadly silent as he remains motionless.
Quark doesn't mind the cold touch, so long as it means he's helping Drake feel better. Still using tissues to slow Drake's nose's blood loss, he lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding as soon as Drake opens his eyes. God, if he was feeling any better, Quark would kick him or something just for being a fool. As the mysterious bruises start to fade, Quark eyes Drake worriedly, still not sure if he's completely conscious. Either way, he can't help but ask quietly, "What the hell was that about? God, are you alright? Drake...?"
Allison is equally relieved when Drake's eyes open, although she is equally concerned for him as her son is. Still, she continues to place a hand upon the reduced lump on her breastplate, as if she has yet to believe the swelling has been reduced so much. A few more silent tears flow down her cheeks, yet she says nothing else. She has nothing else to say, as it is. Foolish boy. God-gifted, life-saving mutant boy...but completely, utterly foolish. Thank God for fools.
Yay for fools. Drake stares back at Quark for a few moments, before closing his eyes and swallowing a breath. "I'm cool Quark. I just haven't healed something like that before. It just hurt a whole hella lot." Pushing himself up into a sitting position, he uses the front of his shirt to blow his nose, wiping it clean as he licks his lips a bit. "I'll be up for another round by t'morrow." He says with conviction.
'Hell no' is Quark's immediate unvoiced response to Drake's comment, although he can't bring himself to say it. Yet. Handing a few more clean tissues to Drake as the goth finally says something, Quark sort of falls down himself into a chair next to the medical bed Drake is temporarily residing in. Finally, as a wave of nausea passes over himself, Quark closes his eyes and takes a deep breath himself, using the chair to steady himself. Blinking a few times and looking at Drake with an expression mixed with both extreme gratitude and deep worry, he replies with a benevolent pat on Drake's arm and a gentle voice, "You know I can't ask that of you. I don't want you to have to suffer like that again. It's bad enough one of us already has to suffer from my own mistakes," he glances over at his mother with sadness, "but I'll be damned if I make you feel the same thing, too. No. Please, no..."
Allison shakes her head slightly in response to Drake, although sadly, for different reasons than Quark. She's been sick for so long, she's given up on hope. The light is beyond her sight. She denied it before, tried to justify it earlier, but is not able to any longer. It's just too bad what that will mean for Chris, and even worse that he doesn't understand such a thing yet. But...it can't be helped. What's done is done. Closing her eyes as more tears start to flow, she responds to Drake in a quiet yet surprisingly firm voice, "You've already given me more than I could ever hope for, Drake." Because, as she so believes now, life is something she is no long able to hope for.
Letting out a loud breath, Drake rolls his eyes upwards a bit, then shoots a 'look' at Chris. "Don't puss out Chris. I told you I'd help and I'm ganna." He shakes his head a bit and blows out his nose once more, then stands up to his feet now that he got his wind back and stretches himself out, popping a few joints. The bruising has all but disappeared at this point, leaving him markless. "I don't believe in giving up. Its only one day, don't let a bloody nose freak you out. It'll get easier each time."
Quark can't help but grin in spite of himself. He's obviously glad Drake's back to his old self. Still, he sighs and shrugs, replying, "I understand you said you'd help, and there aren't words in the world that could allow me to convey to you my sense of gratitude. It's just...this is a severe and very potentially lethal case of cancer. You just gave my mother another month to live...but that doesn't mean it'll be that easy to fix." He waves his hand towards her, looking at her as if for the first time. Despite his mother listening to what he's going to say, he adds, "That was only -one- symptom, and it's not even permanently fixed, just reduced. It's a stall tactic. But she needs more red blood cells, more -white- blood cells...she's got hacking coughs, shortness of breath due to swelling and applied pressure to the trachea. I mean...damn." Apparently that's the only word that can sum up the situation. Turning towards Drake, he offers in a neutral tone, "Now, don't shoot this idea off right away, but...I've talked to Jean about this. She is a doctor. She believes that if we can use chemotherapy to completely eradicate the disased white blood cells, and then use your healing powers to keep her disease-free while more regenerate, she'll have a strong chance to live. If we don't use chemo, and eventually a bone marrow transplant, it can't ever be cured--short of your death, for Christ's sake. And I don't want that on my hands."
The biochemistry professor simply nods, vaguely paying attention to all of this discussion. However, Allison inhales sharply when, for one brief moment, she sees a tiny yet unmistakably real glimpse of hope. This Dr. Jean Grey is smart, it sounds, to be teaching at that school. Perhaps...for one brief moment, Allison believes that perhaps death is not the only possible outcome of this neverending nightmare.
Sighing to himself, Drake curls himself up against the chair and closes his eyes, feeling exhausted and wiped out from the act. It doesn't take long for him to fall asleep as his body slumps, gently breathing through his lips, rumbling in his throat.
Quark sighs and leans back in the chair relaxing, glad for the argument to end so quickly. Even though it's not over. "Sleep now, Drake. We'll talk some other time." With that, he gets up, hugs his mother good night, and then crashes himself in the chair after shutting the lights off. Maybe he'll head back to the mansion in a few hours, after resting a bit...yeah...
OOC: Thanks to Drake for an awesome scene! Except for a few short breaks, we were at it for around 4 hours or so. o_O Anyway, Allison Parker was once again NPCed by yours truly. Again, if you're interested to be the one doing that NPCing in the future, feel free to contact me. I'm also starting to feel we'll need someone to NPC for a nurse and the oncologist, as well. ;-)