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Post by illwaitrocker on Nov 15, 2007 23:26:55 GMT -6
“What am I to say to her to end it? Hmm? What should I tell her? They’re dead? Move on? Get over it? When you think of the right words… tell me, Jude. I certainly can’t come up with any.”[/b]
Jude sighed deeply, not saying anything. He could appoligize but there was no point. There was that awkward silence again and finally they made it into the hospital wing. Jude knocked on the door of the nurse's office, his head down.
He walked away after he knocked and then stared off into the corner with a frown. There she was, just lying there still with those beautiful eyes shut. Jude was starting to forget the colour and shape of them.
"Damnit Clover, open your eyes..." He whispered accidentally and stood beside her bed, putting his hand on her's and holding it warmly. He just stood there, looking at her. She looked so much thinner, smaller and paler now. Her hair was always in her face sometimes. This gave Jude the thought that maybe she moved in her sleep but she didn't, it was simply from the wind of the window open.
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Post by Stockmon on Nov 15, 2007 23:35:56 GMT -6
Jude shut up. Chris hadn’t really meant to yell at him, but it was done. They reached the hospital soon enough. Clover looked sickly. Always. She didn’t move. Chris sighed.
“Damnit Clover, open your eyes…” Jude said quietly. Chris looked at him sadly. He shouldn’t react like that. It only made you feel worse.
He was getting a bit upset now, so he wondered off to one of the beds, as he’d thought to do earlier. He climbed into the closest bed to Clover, it was empty at least. He lay there, on the covers, arms folded. He looked slightly like he should be in a coffin, eyes closed and all.
“You should probably talk to Katharine about your neck… hopefully Unice is… not here… or anyone… just get something for it, Jude.” Chris said. He was far more assertive than he felt he should be, but it couldn’t be helped. He took a deep breath. Talking about his parents did make him feel sick.
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Post by illwaitrocker on Nov 15, 2007 23:43:58 GMT -6
“You should probably talk to Katharine about your neck… hopefully Unice is… not here… or anyone… just get something for it, Jude.” [/b]
Jude nodded in agreement and carefully placed Clover's hand back onto the bed and turned carefully. He knocked again onto the door and he didn't really care who was inside. He went into the office and didn't look up, not even once.
He had shut the door behind him as he saw Chris getting very upset. He couldn't help but feel responsible for this but he figured he could give Chris his privacy with Clover.
He wiped at his eyes quickly as his neck was being cleaned and then bandaged up.
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Post by Stockmon on Nov 15, 2007 23:52:45 GMT -6
Jude left. Good. He was getting his neck fixed up. Chris was feeling a bit odd in the bed. But he felt better laying down. Tough. He stood up, walking over to Clover. So much for not talking to her. But she wouldn’t hear him anyway.
“Clover. Stop looking. It won’t help. It never helps. They are dead. I have no proof… but… they just are. I can’t hope for something that miraculous. I don’t believe in miracles. Just magic. And Magic doesn’t bring people back from the dead, miracles do. But they don’t. Because they aren’t real. Clover they… are… gone.” Chris sighed.
He put his head down, knowing his words had gone to waste. Yeah, he was choked up. Yeah he was teary eyed. He didn’t like to get emotional. It made you vulnerable. And he didn’t like to get hurt. You got hurt when you were vulnerable. Oh well.
Had she heard him, she might have gotten upset. But she would never know what he had said, and he wished she never would. If she could sleep forever… she could dream that she was with their parents. She could be happy. And Chris wanted her happy so very much.
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Post by Clover Asher on Nov 16, 2007 16:00:23 GMT -6
Delicately were the white blankets placed around her. She was as cold as snow and the rosiness of her cheeks had long disappeared. It had been a full month since she had last been alive. Sure, she was not dead but many saw the living as running, feeling emotions, communicating and all of these three were not anything she was doing.
Did that make her dead though? She was in a pure deep sleep and kept having a couple dreams. Most of the times she was sitting in a meadow of grass, clovers and flowers or another time sitting on a bubble and floating through nothing for hours.
Not now, she was sitting in that same meadow but now it was covered with snow and ice. She loved snow, but she loved it more when she was dressed apropriately for it. In her dream she was not.
She thought a lot of her family and how much she missed them and of school. She had no idea of what was going on in the real world and no matter how many times she tried to join them it would not happen.
For the first time though in a long time, Clover in the real world made movement. She could feel the chill of ice against her skin and suddenly in the bed, she shivered, teeth chattering. Her cheeks suddenly had a light pink glow to them the way they did when she was outside for a long time.
She loved spending every waking moment outside when it snowed and if she woke up, this year was going to be no exception. She would certainly have many obstacles as she was sure Chris' protective nature for her would mount greatly. She exhaled deeply in the bed and shivered again.
][Okay, so how about next post is Stockmon now. Maybe he should notice her shivering? P.S. It would be adorable if he gave her his sweater to sleep in xP. Bye, off to sleep!][
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Post by illwaitrocker on Nov 17, 2007 12:52:57 GMT -6
Jude stayed inside of the office sitting in the chair with his neck tilted up. The nurse had healed all of his cuts and was making sure that everything was alright.
He thought about the spell he had done and lightly chuckled to himself about how he was stupid enough to think that would work on a book. Then, he couldn't believe how he tried to destroy that book.
He began pondering about how pure grief would make someone cut to high measures. He then shut his eyes and winced for a moment as they put a cold potion over the cuts of his neck. He finally stepped out of the room when they were done and then looked at Chris laying on the bed and then looked over at Clover. "C-Chris...is she shivering?" He asked, confused. She hadn't moved in so long that it was strange to figure out exactly what she was doing.
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Post by Stockmon on Nov 17, 2007 23:54:15 GMT -6
Chris sat with his head down. He was so glad she hadn’t heard him. He couldn’t imagine, the moment she woke up, hearing him tell her to lose hope. She could have her hope, he decided. If Jude wanted her to give up, that was understandable. But Chris would never crush her hope. Hope was a good thing. Too bad he was lacking.
He felt something smooth against his knuckle. He cringed and pulled his hand back. The gentle touch against his broken flesh hurt more than the original breaking of the skin. He tilted his head up. What had touched him. Clover was the only one in the room. She was still. He looked closer.
Before Chris could really focus, Jude was walking in, apparently done getting his neck repaired. He looked to Clover. He appeared confused.
“C-Chris… is she shivering?”
No. She didn’t shiver. She was more or less in a coma. Comatose people did not shiver. Clover hadn’t moved in so long. Chris looked down at her again. She was shivering. First reaction, She is alive. Second reaction, is she awake? Third reaction, she is cold. Chris, being the point a to point b person that he was, glanced about the room. Nothing worked. He growled. Then it dawned upon him. He hadn’t just left a book in the hospital wing, for the hours he spent there some nights, he’d left a jacket.
Realizing he hadn’t spoken to Jude yet, he replied, “Yes.” Simple, short, to the point. A to B. He leaned down, his fingers sliding down under the bed. Soft fabric. Good, Katharine hadn’t found it and tossed it out. He yanked the black denim jacket out, it was lined with something soft and curly, but he didn’t know what that was called. He lay it over Clover. His fingers were beginning to get cold, and he’d only been in here a few minutes. No wonder Clover was shivering. But still, dead people didn’t shiver. He’d take what he could get.
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Post by illwaitrocker on Nov 18, 2007 0:07:10 GMT -6
Jude merely stood there staring in confusion to Clover. "W-...That means she can feel cold...Is she going to wake up?" He asked, a hint of hapiness returning into his voice.
He stared down at her and took a few steps closer. "Clover...can you hear us?" He asked. He did not hear what Chris was saying before but if he had, he'd hope that she did not hear that.
Jude sat at the seat there, just hoping that her eyes would open and she would awake. This was a very good sign now but maybe he was getting to anxious for it.
He placed his hand onto her forehead but slowly pulled it back, she was still so very cold.
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Post by Stockmon on Nov 18, 2007 23:01:01 GMT -6
“W-… That means she can feel cold… Is she going to wake up?” There was that awful hope again. No. She most likely was no going to wake up. Chris would have given an arm, he didn’t care which one, to have Clover wake up right then. But she wouldn’t wake up. Cynical? So much so. But at least you weren’t disappointed when it turned out badly. Well, he was sad, but not disappointed.
“Clover… can you hear us?” Chris bit back the retort. Don’t crush his hope. Not now. He deserved some happiness. At least for the moment. Misplaced as it was.
Jude sat down beside her bed. Touching he forehead he pulled back. She was cold. Chris knew that. He didn’t know how cold, but it seemed Jude knew.
“Maybe we should get her some warm things. Extra blankets. Hot water things.” Those usually worked. He used to fill water bottles with water boiled over a camp fire, and put them in Clover’s bed. Only when they had shabby sleeping conditions. But they’d survived. Just like how Clover would pull through this time too. Oh, Chris had hope. He just tried not to show it.
He walked off to a cabinet without another word. Using a wand to unlock to latch. Apparently the nurses didn’t care all that much about the security of their stock. Or at least, not this particular stock. He found some wool blankets, in cursed white. The blandness of this room was going to drive Chris crazy. Well, at least he and Casey could relate even more then. He sighed, pulling out a number of blankets, and kicking the door gently closed. He brought them back and began laying them over Clover. As he did this he felt her cheek. She was like ice. “Jude, will you close that window?” He asked. If Jude didn’t do it before the blankets were lain, he’d do it himself.
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Post by illwaitrocker on Nov 19, 2007 16:13:19 GMT -6
Jude watched Chris open the cupboard and begin covering Clover with some blankets. “Jude, will you close that window?” [/b] He nodded and walked around the bed to the window and shut it.
"It looks like it's going to snow. Clover, that is one of your favourite things. Snow, you should wake up to see its first fall." He looked back as if expecting some sort of answer but still nothing.
He sighed coming to the realization that she will not awake just yet but her movement was a sign that she was starting to get better. He sighed, thinking that maybe you couldn't have everything you wanted all at once.
He helped Chris finish up with the blankets and he knelt down and gently hugged Clover very lightly as to not hurt her. "Her cuts are gone now, that's a good sign too." He said, trying to reassure the both of them.
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Post by Stockmon on Nov 19, 2007 23:28:02 GMT -6
Jude closed the window, but didn’t stop there. No, he had to speak. He just had to say something. To Clover. “It looks like it’s going to snow. Clover, that is one of your favorite things.”
Shut up, Jude. She’s half-dead. She can’t hear you. Chris wasn’t one of those people who believed that the patient could hear their friends and family talking to them during the coma. Oh, they’d told him they could, he just nodded, and scoffed later. They hadn’t actually told him this time.
“Snow, you should wake up to see its first fall.” He looked at Clover. Chris wondered what he was he was looking for. Did he expect her to sit up and answer him? To smile? To move at all? Chris clenched his fists by his side. This was all getting to him today. But Jude sighed and hugged Clover once her blankets were fixed.
Chris looked down at his sister. Cold, dead-like, fragile. He felt a growl in his throat. It wasn’t her fault. Nothing that happened to her was her fault. Why had her parents left? If it was either of their faults, it was his. She was a baby, after all. Why was their uncle horrible? Not her. Why was she sick? Totally not her. Why had she gotten attacked? She’d stormed off to the forest… because Jude and Chris were being pig-headed-selfish-idiots. Nothing was her fault. But everything always went wrong with her. And he couldn’t help it at all.
He looked around and saw no nurses. He felt like marching up to Katharine and demanding that she sit by Clover’s side and make sure nothing went wrong. Make her tell him what to expect. How long she’d have to live. If she’d wake up. How long until she woke up. He wanted her attention focused on Clover, not Michael Dubois. He had nothing against the Hufflepuff head of house. He liked Michael’s slightly un-emotional nature. But… he wanted Clover to be alright. He sighed, walking off to find something for the hot water.
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Post by illwaitrocker on Nov 20, 2007 20:14:38 GMT -6
Jude sat on the edge of the bed watching over Clover still. He waited until Chris had left and slightly leaned forward to kiss her cheek but he stopped, feeling it wrong to do this.
If he was going to leave Clover as soon as she was to awake he couldn't let his heart tie onto her's. He sighed and stood up, standing at the end of the bed now.
He wanted to go help Chris but something inside was stopping from him. He looked down and then back at hime, "What is the first thing you're going to do when she wakes up?" He asked. He said firmly 'when she wakes up' as to gain confidence on this situation. "Do you still have her locket by the way? I can clean it up."
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Post by Stockmon on Nov 21, 2007 0:47:43 GMT -6
Chris was happily filling a pouch type thing with hot water, but could Jude let him be? Nope. He just had to speak. Really, silence wasn’t bad all the time. It could be nice, at least sometimes.
“What is the first thing you’re going to do when she wake up?” Chris sighed. “Do you still have her locket by the way? I can clean it up.”
Chris didn’t lie, but he might have right then. Nope, no locket, don’t know what you’re talking about. But he didn’t lie. “I have it. I’ve cleaned it. It’s fine… It is in my room right now.” He said, hoping that might close the topic. He didn’t want to give Clover’s locket to Jude. They were getting along all right, but he wasn’t giving him the locket.
He had noticed the emphasis Jude had put on when Clover woke up, and not if. It was understandable. Especially from the two people who cared about her most. It was fine, he’d answer. “Well… if I’m not here when it happens. I’ll come here. No matter what I am doing.” He said honestly. “Then… I suppose I’ll talk to her. Maybe tell her what’s been going on since she was attacked. I’m not one for gossip, but I might as well fill her in. I’ll spend time with her, I suppose. Christos will be glad to get me cheered up.” Chris said absentmindedly, snorting at the thought. Yeah, Christos always told him he was too morbid. Oh well.
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