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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Sept 26, 2009 10:05:14 GMT -8
That eight foot male was resting in a bed, that had to have a table at the end of it with cushioning to support him. Should have been no surprise that the sounds of beeping were rhythmically floating out from the center of it, as they had him hooked up to all manner of machines to monitor his vital signs. Apparently caving in a large car at seventy miles an hour was not something they let you just skate off on home after.
Currently he was out cold, as they had him doped up on drugs while they were operating on his spine and they had yet to wear off. Then again, five times the normal adult dose was a little much, and chances are he would be waking up soon despite that fact.
This was true enough, as a few minutes after we first peered in on the eight foot menace would his eyes have slipped open slowly, and a blurred vision brought him shut them again, clenching and shaking head a little. The seal on his spine had been done properly, and they even told him he would not have permanent damage to the spine, the issue was he would not be able to move like he had been for the rest of his life.. or so they said anyhow.
Unable to raise his arm, caused the large man to cock a brow and glance down at it, looking around the room to see if anyone else was there, as he wanted to know what the hell was the cause of this. There were no nurses in this room, and before he could look through the entire thing his vision blurred over again, and he could not yet raise his arm to wipe it away, so there was obviously a vocal disagreement with his predicament.
"GOD DAMN IT!"
Ok. Not so much a disagreement as it was a loud vulgar statement against an invisible deity that had put him in this position. Head slammed back against the pillows and pain shot up his back as he realized the thick attaching of metallic stitches kept the flesh on his spine closed so tightly that no matter how much he wiggled he could not free them.. done on purpose given the danger of infection in such a spot.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Sept 26, 2009 10:45:57 GMT -8
The small girl sat off to the side of the bed, curled up in a chair. Sara had remained here since he had been brought into the hospital after the accident. Ya, it was uncomfortable, ya, it sucked, but on some level, there was a feeling of guilt in her about what had happened to him. If she hadn't pushed the fight, this wouldn't have happened -  But man! What a fight! The sound of the beeping from the machines, after so long, became like a lullaby, a sound in the background that soothed her as she shifted uncomfortably, her neck stiffening from its position on the edge of the backrest. Her eyes were closed as she tried in vain to sleep. She had napped, yes, but she wanted sleep. Lucky bugger, all doped up on drugs, bet he's sleeping nice eh? "GOD DAMN IT!" Sara's eyes flew open and she nearly jumped a foot in the air, her body, curled up on the seat, stiff and uncomfortable, unfolded in one quick movement and nearly fell right out of the chair as she tried to stand. Confused for a moment, she looked around the room, realized she was facing the wrong way and turned, stumbling to the bed as she called out loudly, "Nurse! Nurse! Dammit!" Reaching the bed she looked down at him, her eyes clearing of the sleep as she scanned him, looking at all the cords and bags and machines to see if something looked wrong or out of place. "What's wrong? Where does it hurt?" |
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Sept 26, 2009 10:52:57 GMT -8
"Wrong?.. No.. well.. yes.. "
He tried in vain to lift his arm, grunting and growling, obviously straining.. but it moved damn it, he lifted the thing up and it plopped back down of its own free will, still too doped up it seemed, as even though his brain had recovered his muscles had not. Those eyes, blurred to hell and back would have been clenched and he shifted his head down, grinding his face into the gown he was wearing, rubbing the gunk from his eyes before he returned it back straight.
"Why the hell can't I move my arms."
His voice was slightly strained, dehydrated from having not used his voice box in quite a bit, or for that matter, breathed of his own free will given they had him doped up so much they had to breath for him. Katsuri was like a giant felled elephant, unable to stand up, and it pissed him off, as would it the elephant, or any wild animal for that matter.
It was nice though, he had expected not to see anyone in the room when he opened his eyes the second time merely because he was not really intimate with anyone.. at least no one enough that they would be called for next of kin, but it seemed Sara had followed the paramedics here, for what reason he did not know.. but she was here and thats what counted.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Sept 26, 2009 11:22:57 GMT -8
"Wrong?.. No.. well.. yes.. Why the hell can't I move my arms."
Sara bit her lip, wincing as he lifted his arm and it dropped back onto the bed. God, he sounded and looked like shit. She looked around the room for something he could drink from. Next to the sink was a cup and a pack of straws for the patients.
She paused for a second, unsure of herself, before asking him, "Do you remember what happened? You're on like... drugs and stuff from the surgery." She didn't dwell on that part, and instead moved on quickly before he could ask her questions to which she didn't know the answers.
"So you're going to have trouble moving while it wears off. You're not even supposed to be up yet, they said it would be another few hours. Do you want something to drink?" Again, she didn't wait for his answer, just moved around his bed to the sink and filled up the cup and brought it back with a straw. She would drop the straw in, bending the tip towards him and hold it out whether his answer was yes or no. He had to be thirsty and maybe seeing it would help, but if he still didn't drink, she would put the cup on the table next to him.
She pulled her seat closer to the bed and dropped into it, pulling out her cell as she leaned back. She had sent a quick text to Matrim that she was at the hospital and would need a ride home soon so she could change and shower and come back only a while earlier. Checking to see if she had heard back from him and seeing nothing, she dropped the cell back in her pocket and leaned forward, resting her arms on the bed. "Are you ok? Does it hurt? I can go get the doctor if you want..."
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Post by Matrim Gallagher on Sept 26, 2009 11:32:55 GMT -8
Matrim got the text and automatically assumed someone he knew had been hurt as well, he wanted to make sure that Sara was alright. He took off right away, speeding most of the way to the hospital, not overly worried or dramatic, he just decided he'd try to get there quickly and avoid any traffic. He pulled into the hospital parking lot, and made his way in through the main entrance, "Hey, a friend of mine here, a shorter girl is here with someone who got hurt. She didn't tell me which one of our friends it was but ---"
"You should check post op, I think I know who you are talking about." The lady said and Matrim just walked on, looking around and checking rooms until he saw Sara near a bed in one of them, he entered the room and heard the last bit of what she said.
"Are you ok? Does it hurt? I can go get the doctor if you want..." Sara said when he walked in.
"Biggy? Jesus Christ Sara, you did this to biggy? I uhh.... don't know what to say... uhh... good job?"
Jesus this guy looks like hell. How did she do this to him?
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Sept 26, 2009 11:45:02 GMT -8
Sara was trying to take care of him, and of course, the water was all he could have asked for at the moment really as he was not in pain, the drugs made sure of that. They also sadly made sure he could not move his limbs, and that pissed him off more then you could know. Leaning up a little, just from sheer will power, as his muscles were disagreeing with him and felt like they did not even belong on his body. Wearing a gown. God.
The cup in front of him he would have grabbed the thing and taking as long a gulp as he could manage to force down before smacking his lips and looking at her, coughing a bit in the aftermath, but it got a smile, something that was cut short by Matrim walking into this place.
That got a bit of a scowl, as if wondering why the hell his nemesis had walked into his hospital room.. oh right. Sara. He looked away for a minute and relaxed back into his bed, arms unmoving still. The girl had made sure he had been brought to the hospital, but for whatever purposes one wanted to play at, he was in far better shape then the poor car he had been crushed into.. hell, he had not even broken a bone some how, mean while the engine block of the itty bitty car had been split into hunks and was worthless. The guy? He'd smacked the dash board and had to be drug here as well. Pretty funny stuff as far as karma was concerned, course the bitch was getting even with him as well.
"Thank you Sara."
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Sept 26, 2009 13:27:31 GMT -8
"Biggy? Jesus Christ Sara, you did this to biggy? I uhh.... don't know what to say... uhh... good job?"
Sara's head snapped up as she was giving Katsuri the water to see Matrim walk into the room. She was shocked to see him. When she had texted him, she really hadn't expected him to show up this quickly, not until she had texted him again. She hadn't considered that he might want to see who had been hurt and now she was mentally slapping herself.
"Thank you Sara."
"No problem..." She dropped the cup onto the bedside table and sat back down, looking over Katsuri. "I didn't do this." She didn't bother saying what did happen, not knowing how well the two knew each other. She hadn't been planning on talking to Matrim about her fight until tonight, but it seemed that those plans might change depending on how this went.
"Did you need anything else? More water maybe? And do you guys know each other?" She asked, looking from Katsuri to Matrim. She... almost... remembered a fight... involving a bar >_>" And Travis... And...... D< The question still stood as to how well they knew each other.
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Post by Matrim Gallagher on Sept 26, 2009 14:17:35 GMT -8
"Did you need anything else? More water maybe? And do you guys know each other?" She said, and Matrim looked at her funny. He then looked up at the large man and tried to see what was wrong with him.
"Yeah, we fought a few times. You were there for one of them, also we had a few fights since then. He used me as a baseball bat, as a sledgehammer, and then I took a chair to his chest one time, he stomped me in my chest... " Matrim said, "Well whatever the hell did it I'm sure the other guys in the morgue. If not, I could always go put him there for you. So, what were you two doing that got this guy so busted up?"
Matrim got tired of this, "Fuck it," He picked up the chart, "So that's your name....."
Katsuri Katashi huh?
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Sept 26, 2009 14:22:03 GMT -8
"We were fighting."
Simply put, he would have glared back at the man, as if looking at a rival, which should not have been any surprise.. as he had just told Sara that they had fought numerous times in the past.
"Also.. you can't put a car in the morgue, I sent it and its engine block to the junk yard when it plowed into me going seventy."
Now that? That had been a sight to see, as he had been slammed into the thing like a damn sledgehammer.. hey, just like he had used Matrim. Then he noticed the male picking up his char and he cocked his brow up, the man knowing his name now.. hmm. He could have sworn he had given it to him in the past. No matter.
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Post by Matrim Gallagher on Sept 26, 2009 14:37:12 GMT -8
"We were fighting." He said, "Also.. you can't put a car in the morgue, I sent it and its engine block to the junk yard when it plowed into me going seventy."
"Oh that makes sense. In that case I'm sure you won the fight against the car," He turned to Sara, "How did you fare in your fight against Katsuri? You don't look too awful roughed up," He said, trying to figure out what happened, "So either it got stopped short, you won, or somewhere someone used a submission technique."
Matrim backed up a bit, leaning against a wall with his arms crossed. He knew what happened between these two in the past, and part of him was curious and a bit concerned, but he also knew that all happened mostly because of the drug Sara took. From what he could tell she wasn't on that, and considering he got hit by a car that was probably the most action this guy got all night.
Why am I so curious? It's because I have feelings for her obviously, but I'm sure she feels the same way or something close. I don't think she'd ever... and if she did it'd probably just mean she didn't feel the same way....
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Sept 26, 2009 14:48:49 GMT -8
Well. Lets see where we could go with this? Katsuri could be an ass, and go something along the lines of 'If I told you Sara put me here because of the wild night of passion we had.. that'd wipe that look off your face. ' The thought was kept to himself though, as he did not want to tell a lie and get the poor girl in trouble, having been here all night and guilt ridden it seemed. Ah well. He'd get over it. So would she. Was not her fault some jackass did not know how to multitask.. he did wonder if the steering wheel he had to have removed from his forehead went as well, as the driver had smacked the thing pretty damn hard.
Either way, thanks to the fact the car had hit him on the side, his junk had been pretty safe, what with the cup that he wore almost always meant he did not have to worry about not being capable of molesting anyone. Rather that person was Sara or not was probably sealed and dealed as he was not too worried about the girl anymore in terms of getting her into the sack.
" I did not want to mess up something I planned on using to do my dirty work. "
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Sept 26, 2009 15:35:41 GMT -8
Sara had remained silent through their conversation, her eyes moving between the two of them. Inside, she was nervous, her hands shaking. She sat them in her lap and pulled her legs up under her in the seat, trying to block them out. There was no way this was going to go well. Someone was going to say something and this was going to turn sour. She was pretty sure Matrim wouldn't be pleased when he heard the terms of the fight, and she was more then sure that Katsuri meant to keep those terms.
"So either it got stopped short, you won, or somewhere someone used a submission technique."
Sara focused on Matrim, trying to think of how to explain it. Before she could, Katsuri spoke. His words were a little confusing, but would spark questions if she didn't move on. Questions she didn't care to deal with here. "Very simply... He sat on me." She shifted uncomfortably in the chair. "Look at him... I had no chance..." D= Sara sent Matrim the best injured puppy look she could muster.
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Post by Matrim Gallagher on Sept 26, 2009 15:41:07 GMT -8
" I did not want to mess up something I planned on using to do my dirty work. "
"Very simply... He sat on me. Look at him... I had no chance..."
"Right, Ok Sara what's this business about you doing his dirty work for him?" Matrim asked, thinking about it, "You know biggy we had a deal like that once but we didn't finish that fight... sorry, Katsuri I mean. So Sara, what did you lose in this fight huh? Sounds like you're his minion or somethin."
Matrim didn't care if she was, it'd just be a complete blow to her ego. And of course Matrim wasn't sure if Biggy was after anything, so he would want to know what his dirty work was exactly.
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Sept 26, 2009 15:47:09 GMT -8
Oh, she was more then a minion.. primarily because Katsuri planned on training the little thing and making her vicious enough that she could help him.. especially now that he had been crippled by their fun little romp around the middle of a busy street. He'd have shifted his arm slightly, but it was so weak due to the drugs they had him on he could only manage to get the thing up to his thigh before it stopped.. man you had no idea how much he hoped this stuff wore off properly, as if it did not being a paraplegic was going to suck.
"Our terms were simple really.. she has to do what I ask."
Of course, he'd spare the poor girl the terms she had put fourth, as it was doubtful she needed another blow to her ego in front of this man. Still, to think of it, what he had said could mean anything, but it probably meant she would be putting a hurting on people, and now that he had been messed up by a speeding car he was going to need someone to help rehabilitate him.. so why not kill two birds with one stone and turn her into a rabid animal while you were at it?
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Sept 26, 2009 16:07:33 GMT -8
"So Sara, what did you lose in this fight huh? Sounds like you're his minion or somethin.">_>" <_<" "It's... a little more... complicated..." She wanted to die. Why the hell had she agreed to those terms D< Oh yeah... 'Cuz she was a cocky bitch. She had taken one blow to her ego by losing. Another to have lost when her 'ownership' was on the line. Now she had tell Matrim. One blow after another... Haha.. Blow... She shook her head, running her hands over her face. She needed sleep. "Our terms were simple really.. she has to do what I ask."Sara hung her head. She almost wished he would come right out and say it. In some ways, the way he had put it were better, and in some ways worse. "Ownership... I believe a better term would be ownership." She pushed herself out of the chair and stretched, avoiding Matrims gaze. If she was going to have to do this anyways, she would do it on her own terms.
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But man! What a fight!
