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Post by Juliette Sinclair on Aug 20, 2010 21:41:19 GMT
*Juliette apparates into the front entrance with Zero, trying to half carry him and not hurt him any more than he already was. She reached for her wand and summoned a stretcher and put him on it taking him to the nearest room.*
*Closing the door, she immedeatly rushed to him and sighed.*
Sir...Im afraid I 'ave to cut off your suit to help you.
*she waves her wand and cuts his suit in a few places and watches it fall apart and off him. With another wave of her wand she summons a few things to her side and starts to soak up the blood and heal the deep gashes on him. Wanting something else besides the silence in the room she began to speak to him.*
I know i..it's none of my business but, Why did the woman attack you?
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Post by Zero Quinn on Aug 21, 2010 19:02:18 GMT
*Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned... It was officially confirmed. To Zero at least.*
*He was barely conscious from the blood he had lost at the hands, or wand, of Venus. The dream of his entire life was still flickering, very much lifelike, behind his closed eyes, and strangely, a light smile settled on his lips. The reel of his life had reached the present. It was the very near past he was seeing. Visions of his honey-eyed beauty dancing behind closed lids.*
*Somewhere, he heard a voice, not a familiar one either, and his eye lids fluttered open. He squinted them shut the second they took in the too bright light filling the small room, and the faintest whimper slipped from his weak body as fear and excruciating pain began to rise.*
*He hadn't the faintest idea where he was, who was taking care of him, or if his attacker would return. However, he did remember the who, what, when, and where of why he was here in St. Mungo's, and the fear was visible in his eyes as they began to open a bit wider with the slow adjustment to the light.*
*Feebly.*
L-Left her at the altar.
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Post by Juliette Sinclair on Aug 21, 2010 19:49:59 GMT
*Juliette continues to dab at his wounds, spreading a salve upon them. She listens to his shallow breathing and is surprised when he actually speaks.*
Well, I can see why she did this...And probably the best place. Least there was someone around to help you or you'd probably be dead sir.
*She flashes a smile, even though his eyes were closed and couldnt see her.*
Now, if it's not to rude of me to ask..Why..did you leave 'er?
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Post by Zero Quinn on Aug 22, 2010 18:33:02 GMT
*Grimaces and flinches every time the Healer dabs at his wounds. Everything is still so hazy from his loss of blood, it seems there is a bright halo around each item his eyes fall onto. He's so weak that even laying there breathing is tiresome, and he allows his eyes to flutter shut only to snap open the moment she begins speaking again.*
*Are his ears deceiving him? It sounded as though she was basically telling him that he deserved to be cursed in such a vicious fashion.*
*Attempts to make his voice sound cold, but it just comes out breathlessly.*
You can see why, eh? Hmm... Yes, I see. Leaving a mad witch at the altar completely justifies attempted murder.
*Watches the witch through narrow eyes, his fear quickly being replaced by anger.*
With her, every moment was heartache.
*Conveniently, he didn't mention why it was heartache to be with Venus. He failed to speak up about how it hurt when he wasn't with Sebastian, and declined to add, that as loving, and sensual Venus is, Sebastian is that much more.*
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Post by Juliette Sinclair on Aug 30, 2010 15:35:10 GMT
(so sorry for my epically late responce love)
Juliette stopped for a moment, looking a little afraid.
"I..I'm sorry sir. I ment no offence to you. But she wasn't always this way. I...remember that woman from our school days. She was always so nice. Something terrible must have happened to 'er to make 'er the way she was."
Juliette goes back to cleaning and bandaging up the poor mans wounds. turning her back again she called for a bottle of blood replenishing potion. uncorking it she lifted his head and places it to his lips. She chanced to look at him again. Her eyes full of concern and her voice calm and sweet.
"Im sure...there were some good times in your relationship with her. It must not have been all bad to have thought about marrying 'er?"
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Post by Zero Quinn on Aug 30, 2010 16:17:53 GMT
Hmmph...
*Ignores the Healer's comments of Venus, not interested in hearing any excuses for the witch. Not now. Not ever again. *
*Lies still as the Healer continues cleaning his wounds, vaguely wondering of his skin, hoping there would be no hint of a scar anywhere after he had healed. And, what of his tattoos. Hopefully that wretch hadn't ruined any of his perfectly scrawled tattoos.*
*Eyes roll back into his head as he flits in and out of consciousness, and a floating feeling takes hold within. For a moment it actually seemed as if he was hovering somewhere near the ceiling, and he was able to look down upon himself, a bloody mess, laying on a gurney.*
*Suddenly, hands are at his neck, helping him up, and his eyes snap open. Was someone other than the Healer touching him? A bottle is pressed to his lips, and he swats it away. For the life of him he cannot figure out why he has allowed this witch to touch him. He doesn't let just anyone touch him. What of the germs they may be carrying about? This feeling is so ingrained in the wizard, that even in his grave condition, he refuses the possibly life saving aid the Healer was trying to give him.*
*Some how he rolls himself off the gurney onto weak legs, holding himself up at the edge, and he miraculously manages to Disapparate away, a soft pop left in his wake.*
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Post by Juliette Sinclair on Aug 30, 2010 16:27:34 GMT
Juliette scoffs as the man rolls off the table backing up as he tries to move. Just as she was about to say something he disapparates. Her eyes widen upon seeing this, shaking her head. If his treatment wasn't finished soon he'd probably be dead. He was still in such a mess. But there was nothing more she could do for him. Sighing she starts to clean up the room, taking all the bloody rags and things and butting them in a bag for burning later.
"You try and help...But not all can be helped I guess..."
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