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Post by Evie Parker on Oct 18, 2007 22:02:09 GMT -5
Evie smiled as Logan didn't speak. For once perfect silence. It was fantastic and she felt warm and safe from her Logan blanket. The cuddling was nice but the nurses wouldn't like it... too bad Evie was happy and had no motive to move.
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Post by Logan Chey on Oct 18, 2007 22:11:57 GMT -5
An hour later, the nurse came into the room to tell the young girl that visiting hours had long since ended. But the sight of the quiet girl and broken boy together in the bed, both with a peaceful smile, she didnt have the heart to tear them apart. And Mr. Chey's vitals were doing better then ever. She couldnt argue with progress, however slow it was.
Peace lasted for a few hours. Logan knew that his last peaceful sleep had gone for good. The medication had worn off in his sleep. Only now did it hit him of just how addicted to drugs he really was. His head ached and his whole body shook, despite Evie's heat. He pulled away from her with a groan, burrowing his face into the pillow to stifle a scream. He reached out and flicked off the lap that was next to him. The light had proved to much for his eyes. Logan twitched suddenly and curled into a ball, removing his head from the pillow to hold in his hands. But he would not wake Evie. Nothing to trouble her....
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Post by Evie Parker on Oct 18, 2007 22:16:45 GMT -5
Evie layed there in his arms but when he moved she stired and sensed tension. Opening her eyes she saw him curled in a ball. "Logan." She whispered in his ear. "It's okay." Evie caressed his head lightly.
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Post by Logan Chey on Oct 18, 2007 22:21:35 GMT -5
Logan jumped at the slight sound of her voice. He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head furiously. "No! Its not ok. God Evie it hurts so much..." He would have pulled at his hair if he had any. Instead he yanked at the sheet and thre part off it off the bed. "I cant take this. Not now. I cant."
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Post by Evie Parker on Oct 18, 2007 22:23:24 GMT -5
"I've got you, nice deep breaths sweetie." She rubbed his side lightly, holding him steady trying to keep him calm.
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Post by Logan Chey on Oct 18, 2007 22:28:24 GMT -5
Logan squirmed at the bedside, rolling to the left and then towards Evie. He choked back a sob and the first real tears he had ever shown her. He sat up slightly and let his body fall against Evie's. His head dropped and he shook furiously. But he did as he was instructed, taking slow, deep breaths. His heart monitor slowed after a few hard minutes.
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Post by Evie Parker on Oct 18, 2007 22:30:31 GMT -5
Evie reached her hand up and wiped his tears away. "Easy does it there we go, in out nice and slow." She coached him through the pain. Hopefully it was helping.
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Post by Logan Chey on Oct 18, 2007 22:35:07 GMT -5
Logan turned and sat up on his knees. He threw his arms around her shoulders and pressed his forehead against her shoulder, taking in a few shakey but slow breaths. "Your the only thing holding me together," Logan said in a raspy voice to her as the worst of the pain died away.
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Post by Evie Parker on Oct 19, 2007 22:04:31 GMT -5
Evie smiled and remained silent. She played with Logans hospital gown from the top because she had no hair to run her fingers through. It felt good knowing she was helping him, sure he did have to be exaturating but Evie loved his complments.
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Post by Logan Chey on Oct 20, 2007 0:12:46 GMT -5
Logan sat back on the bed heavily, pulling Evie with him. Now once did he let her go. His face remained burried in her neck. He was very much like a small, frightened child clinging patheticly to his toy because he had nightmares. His hans were balled into her shirt and his shoulders heaved against her. After a long while Logan's hands relaxed. One rested on her stomach lightly, the other running slowly through her hair.
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Post by Evie Parker on Oct 20, 2007 11:31:54 GMT -5
Evie smile as one of the hands ran through her hair. As his other hand found her stomach she became worried, worried that he'd find her scar, worried he'd ask questions, and worried for the answer she had to give him.
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Post by Logan Chey on Oct 20, 2007 23:40:12 GMT -5
Logan began to relax as the pain slowly faded away. He was breathing lightly into Evie's neck, and his arms held her more tenderly. His lips brushed her cheek. "Thank you for being here for me," He wispered. His fingertips grazed over her ribs and found something odd. A slight bumb that he had never noticed before. It was a few inches long and perhaps a bit less then an inch wide. He wondered how he had never know of it. "What is this?" Logan's voice was still raspy, but it now sounded curious and slightly worried. He knew it for what it was, a large scar that could not be to old, for it had not faded. A scar that large may never fade... He proped himself up with his right hand, using his left to start moving her shirt.
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Post by Evie Parker on Oct 21, 2007 15:33:27 GMT -5
'I will always be here when you need me." She continued to stroke his head, missing the hair that used to curl around her pale fingers. When he found her scar she gasped, "Bad run in with a kitchen knife. Birth to my fear of kitchens. " Evie tried to lie but knew it wasn't going to work with him.
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Post by Logan Chey on Oct 21, 2007 16:03:42 GMT -5
Logan didnt say anything about her lie as he lifted her shirt the rest of the way over her scar. His face creased in suspicion. "What is this?" He asked again, this time with more force in his voice. His eyes bore into her, flicking back and forth from scar to face.
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Post by Evie Parker on Oct 21, 2007 16:08:06 GMT -5
Evie knew there was no lieing because he would see right through it. "My father used to abuse me. I couldn't do anything about it, this is one of the more violent attacks. I should have had stitches but it never happened. You may have wondered why I knew exactly how to help you after your overdose. My mother almost died the same way and was saved the same way I saved you, but me.. I saved you because I love you. My father saved my mother because he's a free loader and she worked." Evie told part of her past in held back tones, and in fear that talking would bring them back. That finally speaking up would make them come after her and kill her like they had tried many times in the past.
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