Soap with me?
- Locked due to inactivity on Aug 4, '16 4:29pm
Thread Topic: Soap with me?
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Brandon felt his heart sink when Magnus started yelling. He sounded so angry, and he knew it was all his own fault that he'd only made things worse. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Magnus..." He cried, not moving to get up.
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Magnus listened to Brandon's crying. He felt bad. "Hey, it's okay. It's okay. I could never hate you, Brandon.. Please, be strong for me, okay? I-" he was interrupted by rapid knocking at the door. "IT'S UNLOCKED." Several people came in. "Brandon, come on out.."
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Brandon continued crying, as his head felt lighter and lighter. He dropped the pills he was still holding in his hand, and the twenty or so round pills scattered across the floor. "I can't," he sniffled, and he meant it in both a mental and physical way. He wasn't sure if he'd be able to get up without passing out.
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Magnus braced his shoulder. "I'll break it down, then. You're not against the door, are you, Brandon?" Two males were on either side of Magnus. "Listen, Bran. I'm going to knock this door down, and we're going to get you into a hospital. You're going to stay calm because I'll be right there with you the whole time. Fight back anything that you feel. I have two paramedics with me to help you up. Everything's going to be okay."
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"Don't, Magnus." He pushed himself backwards with his feet, until his head hit the wall opposite the door. Brandon covered his face with his hands, the gauze on his palms picking up his tears as they continued to fall from his eyes. "No. I don't want to go. Please let me die."
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Magnus's eyes brimmed with his own tears. He didn't want Brandon to die. He wanted him here, he wanted to keep on taking care of him. Something else was eating at the back of his mind, but he couldn't place a finger on it. "Please, Brandon.. I need you.. You're acting so weak. Old you would have gladly come.. Bran, for me, please cooperate."
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"Th-that's not me anymore..." Brandon sighed, moving his hands into his hair. The pain in his head was more than any of his imaginary pains had ever been, the pills giving him a headache and making him want to pass out at the same time. "It hurts," he stated, finding himself wanting to be back under Magnus' protection.
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"I'm sorry." The men looked at Magnus with a sense of urgency. He sucked in a breath, and rammed his shoulder into the door. Instead of it falling down, the lock broke from sheer force, and he fell into the room. Before Magnus could say anything, they had picked up Brandon and were carrying him out. He held back a noise of protest and followed them.
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As soon as the two men lifted him up, the jarring motion was too much for Brandon to handle anymore, and he lost consciousness right there. From the bathroom, the two men carried him outside, putting him on a gurney and pushing it into the ambulance. By that time all of the neighbors were outside, watching the scene with worried whispers.
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Magnus had stayed behind. He had decided that he had to know what he was feeling before he went to meet up with Brandon. He sat on the dining room table, staring at the wall. Why was he so upset that Brandon didn't want to be here with him? It wasn't a good life, and Magnus knew that he was a naturally boring person. He felt bad for his friend.
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Brandon didn't wake up once on the way to the hospital. They tried to, by calling out his name and shaking him, but in the end they only arrived at the hospital with a pale ex-soldier.
It was a few hours later that they finally had Brandon back to a stable condition. They'd kept him sleeping, to keep him calm, mostly becase they knew little of how he would react to having lived. Instead, one of the secrataries had to call Magnus. She dialed the house number, waiting for an answer. -
Magnus sat there the whole time, his eyes never straying from the wall. When he heard the phone ring, he didn't feel like answering it. But his heart missed a beat when he realized it could be from the hospital. A weary look on his face, he went over to the phone, answering it without checking the ID. "This is Magnus."
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"Hello, this is Saint John's hospital," the lady greeted, plastic joy in her voice. "I'm calling about a patient, Brandon. We need his medical information and unfortunately our paramedics forgot to check for his last name. So if you could kindly come here, or give the information over the phone, we need it."
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"Well, his last name is Howard. If you can take that information and wait for me to get there, I'll gladly come over as soon as possible." He nibbled his nail. He didn't want to hang up in case that wasn't enough.
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"Okay, I'll see what we can get from there." She pulled the phone away for a second, sighing in exasperation. What a stereotypical name. She put the phone back to her mouth, finishing by saying, "I wish I could tell you how he's doing but I wasn't given that information. We'll see you here, then, sir. Buh-bye." She hung up, then moving on to the next call.
((I've gtg for a bit.))
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