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Finnick Radke
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Post by Finnick Radke on Jul 22, 2013 16:40:23 GMT -5
It had been so dark, so still. Everything was peaceful and selfless. Days and nights ran together, sleep was never ending. It's something people don't see, the ones watching you. They see you, they talk to you, but you don't answer. Really, you don't want to. You can hear their words but you know it's just a dream. You have many dreams. They run together, like water in a stream.. never ending.. continuous. But then you breathe and you're back at square one. You don't know where you are or how you got there. You don't know why you ache or why your body is so stiff. There are people crying and you wonder, for just a moment, if you're dead. If it's really your soul looking at the people you love most weeping because of their sorrows. You wake up. You seem them and you know that your made it through. Your battle is won.
She's there. She is your light in the darkness. He could hear the things around him. There was a constant, steady beep every second or so. He could feel the presence of someone else near him, and he wondered if it was some kind of angel waiting to lead him to wherever he was going. He was tired and felt like he wanted to move. To try and sit up and see the face of his guardian. He was just too exhausted to move, but he was able to scoot his thumb just a short centimeter. Maybe, if the angel was looking, she would have seen his attempt at showing that he was ready. Finn inhaled deeply and quietly turned his head to the left where he saw his beautiful Bee sitting next to the bed. His back was elevated so that he was in a reclined sitting position. He closed his heavy eyes and mustered up everything in him to get her attention. With a little push, he dryly croaked out, "Bee?" |
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Post by Beatrice Reynolds on Jul 22, 2013 18:10:37 GMT -5
She glanced down at her phone screen to read the new incoming message from her not so sensitive brother which simply read 'is he dead yet?' What kind of a person would ask that? She wiped a tear falling from her eye before placing her phone back into her bag. Had she just heard Finn say something or was that all in her own head? "Finn? Baby oh baby!" Was this a good sign? She stood up from her chair and moved to get a closer look at him. "Baby... Oh honey..." She stroked his face gently and leaned in to peck him on the forehead. "Please don't die." She didn't think that this was such a good sign anymore.. She'd read online about people coming back and appearing to 'recover' only to die the next day or within the week. She didn't know what she was going to do if she got her hopes up only to have them crashed down.
Was she supposed to call for a nurse now? Or embrace one of her final moments with her boyfriend? It was selfish and silly but she chose not to let anyone know. She needed this time with him. "Oh sweetie... oh sweetie.. Please don't die right now."
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Post by Finnick Radke on Jul 23, 2013 1:31:43 GMT -5
Finn was sore all over and when he turned his head, he realized that he was in a hospital. The last thing he remember was being at his dad's house. His ribs hurt and he was nearly unable to move. There was a tightness in his chest and he was so confused on why he was here and what had happened. He couldn't remember anything that had lead him to get here. Seeing Bee's face so surprised, he knew something big happened and that worried him. His first thought was if Parker was okay.
In a second, Finn's hear monitor slightly sped up as he thought about Parker possibly being dead. Since he had no recollection of what happened up until his dad had a gun pointed at him, there was no telling what he had done after the guardian was out of the way. "Parker.... Parker, is Parker okay?" Finn asked, his voice still try and barely audible. Wait, what was Bee saying about not dying? Had he maybe died? Was this actually just some strange place between Heaven and Earth that he had gotten stuck in?
It took everything in him to say more words. "This is still a dream. It's still a dream." He laid his head back and looked straight ahead, lightly and almost barely shaking his head. He was so tired from sleeping and dreaming and running from the fears in his head. "Bee... you're in my dream.. I love when I see you." Finn said, still genuinely thinking he hadn't actually woken up. Her touch didn't feel real, but he pushed his current limits and lifted up his hand to rub the back of his finger over her arm. "I miss you." He croaked. He could feel a little lump growing in his throat as he tried to decide whether she was real or not.
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Post by Beatrice Reynolds on Jul 23, 2013 22:00:07 GMT -5
Beatrice didn't think that it was even possible for her to really cry more after these past few days but suddenly everything just came flooding out like she'd actually been attempting to hold it together. Wasn't she running out of fluids in her body to even make tears? Shouldn't there be a limit on the amount that a person can sob out before they reach it? She didn't want to feel that achy pain inside of her body anymore and she could really understand why people would turn to drugs or alcohol to numb it. "Par--" She wanted to assure him that his brother was perfectly fine but every word that she tried to make just ended up sounded like a choking sob of nothing. "He-- He's..." She didn't mean to do this, really. She didn't want Finn to panic and think that something terrible had happened to his brother but the words just wouldn't leave her mouth.
She took a minute to gain some level of composure before forcing out, "Parker... Is... Fine." It was hopefully as much of a relief for him to hear as it was for her to finally say. She didn't know how to respond to his comments about this being a dream though because she knew that it wasn't. Was that part of a normal recovery? She didn't want to affect his healing so she just chose to look past that little detail for the time being. "I love you so much, Finn." She didn't realize how hard that it was going to be to see him awake and so weak until now. She just assumed that he would be right back to normal when he finally opened those beautiful eyes like he'd been sleeping. "I was so scared of you dying and leaving me alone." Was she really going to cry again? Seriously?
She once again tried to hold back those wretched hysterics but they can bursting out of her again. He was going to think that she was seriously losing her mind if she didn't stop sobbing. "I just... I was so... so scared, Finn." She was still scared and she'd probably always be scared for him after this. If he survived this physically then he'd still have to deal with the emotional torture for the rest of his life. Was she going to be able to stick it out and be there for him or would this be the end of them forever? She was only nineteen.
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Finnick Radke
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Post by Finnick Radke on Jul 24, 2013 11:20:36 GMT -5
Fear started to set in when Bee wasn't answering him about Parker. His mind was running away with him thing that he was dead or in a different room, or lost, or runaway, or whatever he could do to be in a bad place. "He's what, Bee?" Finn asked, his voice still scratchy and dry. His heart was sinking with every sob that came out of her, both with worry about his brother and hurt that she hurt. But then she was able to choke out that he was okay so Finn knew something else had happened and things started to click in his head. Parker wasn't the one who almost died... he was himself and this wasn't a dream at all. He felt guilt building up inside him that Bee had to see him like this and he was sure that since she was here, Parker or their mom had told her what happened. He couldn't remember the last bits of it and the strongest memory he had was the haunting blackness of the basement.
Finn looked down, almost in shame when she said that she loved him and that she was scared he wouldn't make it. She didn't need this in her life. And he knew it wasn't going to be the last time it happened. Maybe the next time he went to his dad's, he would be okay, but the visit after that he might just decide to finally step into the murder scene of his own son. "How long have I been out?" He asked, pinching his brows together. "When.. how.. did I get here last night?"
If only he knew that he had been in there for nearly a month, his whole perspective would have changed. He would understand why Bee was so worried and emotional at that time. He would understand why he was so weak and exhausted. He would know just how close he was from crossing the line and just ending the battle he fought day-to-day. Everything would make sense. Everything. The look on her face said something was wrong and he lightly squeezed her hand, "What is it?"
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Post by Beatrice Reynolds on Jul 25, 2013 5:31:10 GMT -5
Beatrice didn't know if it was the right thing for her to tell him everything that had happened to him but once again she ended up blurting before thinking. She told him everything that happened starting from the moment that she got the phone call about him being hurt. She explained how Parker had told her all the details of their father's abuse or at least she assumed that was all. How could it possibly include more? She didn't think any person could be cruel enough to hurt their children more than he'd already done to those poor precious boys. She paused before continuing on to explain all the struggles that he'd experienced in his coma and just exactly how long that he'd been out for. Was this too much information? It wasn't like he couldn't easily ask his doctor! It was his medical history and he deserved to know all of the details even the not so pleasant ones like how she hadn't slept or even left this hospital room since he'd been here unless it was an absolute emergency. She felt a little bit guilty now for depending so much on Carolyn and Parker to bring her food, blankets and other things along with her brother who brought her clothes to last.
His next question made her raise both of her brows, was he suddenly a mind reader? Could he tell that she didn't know if she could properly handle this whole situation? She shrugged, "Oh um... I just.. I'm thinking that... It's not important." She smiled weakly before doing something potentially risky to their relationship or at least it was daring and risky in her innocent mind. She laid on her side on the bed beside him so she was facing him and started telling him things that she wished that she could tell him while he was in the coma. "You know what I love about you? I love how unbelievably strong that you are. I love that you fought so hard and I admire you so much. I never expected to feel this way about anyone especially not when I was nineteen and being this young and so committed and in love can be overwhelming and terrifying and... Wonderful all at once and if I had to chose then I would rather be overwhelmed and terrified with you than calm and fearless all by myself." Did that make as little sense out of her head as it did inside of it?
She wanted to move closer and snuggle up for warmth (she was currently freezing in just a pair of short pajama shorts and a camisole) but she didn't dare move a muscle in fear of hurting her precious boyfriend more than he'd already been. He just seemed so damn weak still and it was frustrating for her. She just didn't understand why he wasn't immediately better! "Are you okay with me being this close? I can move if it hurts you." She carefully reached across to the chair that she'd been sitting in and laid the plush blanket she'd cuddled up to every night and gently placed it over their bodies before just slightly cuddling up to his side. "I've just missed being close to you." She was longing for any intimacy and this was the closest that she was going to get.
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Finnick Radke
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Post by Finnick Radke on Jul 26, 2013 21:42:05 GMT -5
He put a weak smile on his face when she told him everything that she loved and adored about him. He didn't think that he was strong or good or anything that she said he was because that what his father had drilled inside of his head for as long as he could remember. If their fight had landed Finn in a coma, then he wondered what happened to their dad. He wanted to know that this didn't go unnoticed like all of the other times. He wanted to know that wherever he was, that he would be rotting for everything that he had ever put him through. How mentally and emotionally fucked up that he made his son and how it was going to stay with him. No, Finn wanted to believe the things Bee was saying, but that was too much right now.
He welcomed her on the bed next to him seeing that he was already scooted over from what he guessed her laying like this while he was asleep. It hurt to move too much, but he made a little room for her. He snuggled his chin on the top of her head as he bore the soreness and aches stinging in his body. "No, you're not close enough." He choked out, wanted so badly to wrap his arm around her. The effort that he had to pull just for him get his arm on his stomach. Finn could feel the sharpness in his ribs from where they felt like they had been broken and he clenched his teeth together trying to to make a sound. He didn't want Bee to get up, he didn't want her to ever leave. He just wished they were at home in his bed rather than the hospital one.
He winced when she moved to pull the blanket up over them. "Bee?" He started when she got situated. "I love you so much.. it really means a lot to me that you've stayed." He took a second to breathe because all of this talking was making him light headed. It was probably too much, too soon, but he didn't care. "I don't expect you to stay. You know more than I ever wanted you to, and I.. Bee I'll understand if you want something whole. Someone who's not laying in pieces...." When the very last part came out of his mouth, it cracked because of the lump in his throat. He never thought that he would say those words or get so emotional to the point that he actually felt his eyes starting to water. He fought the tears from falling though, or tried to. |
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Post by Beatrice Reynolds on Jul 28, 2013 4:16:17 GMT -5
(( www.polyvore.com/bee/set?id=91350077 I never made an outfit for her so look~ lion king leggings -gasp- ))
"Finn, do you know what the point of life is?" Beatrice wasn't trying to change the subject nor did she expect an answer to her seemingly out of the blue question. "I think that the meaning of life is to be happy, try not to hurt other people and hope to fall in love and I follow that every single day. I'm happy, I try not to hurt other people and I fall in love a little more with you every time that I see you. I'm all in this relationship and I understand that you have a long recovery ahead of you both physically and emotionally and it just wouldn't feel right if I wasn't there every step of the way or at least as much as you'll allow me to. I would never want to pressure or force my way into your family in ways that make you, your mother or your brother feel uncomfortable and just wrong. I only want to be involved if you all want me to be."
She didn't want to be that kind of girlfriend who forces their way into intimate family situations that they don't belong in. She had a feeling that Carolyn and Parker were sort of fond of her since they'd been so amazingly kind to her but she didn't want to make them feel uncomfortable or like she was sticking her nose into places where it didn't belong. She had a bad habit of not picking up on those subtle signs that someone might not want her around. She wasn't like socially retarded or anything - she was just incredibly naive and believed that everyone liked her except obviously Stormy who still seemed anger about her brief moment of jealousy in the beginning of their relationship before they were even technically in a relationship so that shouldn't really even count against her in her own personal opinion.
Finn's comment about her not being close enough made her raise a brow - how could she possibly get any closer than she already was? She didn't want to hurt him but she did want to make him comfortable so she slowly (and extremely carefully/gently) rested her head against his shoulder. The thought of causing him any physical pain just made her heart hurt but she was suddenly feeling a little bit clingy and desperate for him. The feeling really came out of the blue and she didn't know exactly what to make of it. She couldn't just crawl all over him and become like a second skin. Her options were really limited, weren't they? "I wish that I could make you feel all the love that I have for you because then you'd never ask me if I wanted someone whole. I don't want to spend a single second away from you until you're fully recovered." How was she going to do that if he was at home and she was at her house? He wasn't going to be in the hospital forever and that realization was just sinking in.
"Hey, do you think that your mother would mind if you started staying at my house until you were recovered physically? I mean once you get out of the hospital and everything. I just don't want you to be away from me like that and I know that it sounds crazy clingy but I just need you. I need you and I really hope that you feel the same way." She gave his hand a soft squeeze and gave a heavy sigh. Had she just admitted some sort of weakness when he was the one laying in the hospital bed? How selfish could she possibly get next?
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