Soapy Land
Thread Topic: Soapy Land
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(HE DOES)
Arcelio pursed his lips, but dropped the towel from his waist onto the ground, following Rayson into the shower. He hugged Rayson as soon as he stepped in, mumbling against his skin. "I feel bad for him..." -
Arcelio nodded, peeling away from him to turn on the water. It was freezing cold at first, but he stayed in the stream of water anyway until it warmed up. Then, he dipped his head back, soaking his hair.
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Arcelio, after his hair was wet, picked up one of the tiny shampoo bottles and soaped up his hair. "Maybe you should check on him.. Just while I shower."
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(what have yOU DONE ;0;)
Arcelio hummed wearily, dragging his hands through his hair to spread the soap. "I know what you mean, but... He really missed you. Maybe he just needs to spend time with people he knows won't hurt him." -
(Yes ;-;
They're literally just in the shower and Ro's fricking dying)
Arcelio titled his head back into the water, working the soap out with his fingers carefully. "He doesn't. I was stuck in the back of a van with him for ages. And you know who he talked about? You." -
Arcelio sighed, but stepped out of the shower. "You hurry, too. He's your son.." He picked his towel off of the ground, wrapping it around his waist. He didn't have any clean clothes, anyway.
When stepped to the door and opened it, stepping out into the room. In a second, he was about to call for Rosario, when he saw the boy laying still on the ground with a trail of blood from the door to him. "R-" Arcelio's knees went weak, and he dropped to the ground. "R-Rosa-rio-- Ro--" he stuttered, then called, "Rayson! RAYSON!" -
Arcelio stood up as quickly as he could, though his legs were shaking as he rushed to the landline that was on the bedstand. He punched in the number, and held the phone to his ear.
"911, what's your--"
"My friend's son is bleeding really badly, h-he needs help, right now."
"Okay, where are you?"
"Circle 8 motel in room five pleaseyouneedtohurry." -
The 911 operator told Arcelio to stay on the phone, and to relay the situation.
"I don't know, I don't know, he's bleeding, it's his throat..." He wiped tears from his eyes, desperately waiting to hear sirens. It was around two minutes later that he finally heard faint sirens. -
(sCREAM NO
YOU a--hole
/cries) -
(f--- mmmm they need another towel)
Arcelio's breath was hitching, threatening to come out in sobs. He set the phone down on the desk, while the operator continued to talk and quickly hurried to the bathroom. He came back with another towel, and knelt down next to Rayson. "They're going to save him, right? I promised--" -
"I know..." Arcelio hummed, reaching out to touch his hand on Rayson's back. "But it's not your fault." The unlocked door opened, and in a few seconds the men were wheeling in a stretcher and seemed unfazed by the nudity as they lifted Rosario onto it.
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The paramedics men already were panicking, pushing things to Rosario's neck to stop the bleeding while they rushed him out of the room. Out the door, Arcelio could see that people in other rooms were looking out their doors to see what was going on. "Okay.." He stood along with Rayson.
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Arcelio went to the bathroom a moment later, to pick up his own clothes and put them on. His hair was still dripping wet, but he didn't want to waste time drying it.
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Arcelio sighed, having still been pulling his shirt on by the time Rayson was already rushing out. Without any other choice, he hurried after him, still pushing his arms through the sleeves.
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Arcelio got into the passenger seat next to him, silently waiting for Rayson to drive while he buckled his seat belt.
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