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Post by NEVADA RAINES on Jan 17, 2014 4:07:46 GMT
It couldn’t be anything too serious. Angel probably just had a concussion and some lacerations, nothing to worry about. Well, that’s what he wanted to believe when he received a phone call from the hospital. Apparently his reckless housemate had gone joy riding in one of his cars and crashed it. To think Angel could do something so stupid made his stomach churn with an uneasiness he wasn’t accustomed to. He wasn’t angry though. A car could be replaced. But Angel couldn’t be. Reality hit him when he walked into the hospital room with a bouquet of flowers and Angel’s favorite imported chocolates. His breath left his lung in a rush as though he’d been hit in the stomach. Whatever words he had wanted to say only choked him. When he finally found his voice, all he could say was; “What were you thinking? You could have gotten yourself killed!”
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Jan 18, 2014 4:28:21 GMT
He was drifting on a cloud, and it was called morphine. He was half asleep, enough that the pain seemed a distant dream; asleep enough to hear Nevada's voice and open his eyes.
He stared up blankly a few moments before he caught onto what Nevada was saying, and even then he wasn't sure what reply to give. He wasn't killed, he didn't think. "No, it doesn't hurt 'nymore." He mumbled. He licked his lips, his mouth felt dry. "Hi Nev."
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Post by NEVADA RAINES on Jan 19, 2014 1:43:28 GMT
Did Angel not realize what condition he was in? Nevada was staring at the gauze and casts covering bruised skin, at the IV drip. He eyed Angel’s soft lips, which were swollen, and molted with purple and dried blood. “Angel.” Angel looked so fragile and broken. Fear rooted itself down to his very core. While he wanted to take his hand and kiss him all over, he was afraid the blonde would break apart in his hands. “Damn it Angel. Do you realize how close to death you were?” His usual intonation was broken, pitch and volume rising in a way that sounded unnatural for a man with Nevada’s composure. “As much as you break my heart, I cannot live in a world without you. Cease your self-destructive behavior before you actually do kill yourself!” ANGEL ALESSI
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Jan 19, 2014 2:06:12 GMT
Angel knew he was broken, but he was still high enough not to care. He was alive, wasn't he? Everything would be alright, he was going to be alright, he would be okay - the paramedics told him that. A lot. And then he woke up and Nevada was here.
He stared up at Nevada, he looked disheveled, distressed. He had flowers. It was hard to attribute the voice that spoke up to Nevada, when it sounded so unlike him.
"Dead?" Angel repeated, voice sounding thin. He was confused, he could tell Nevada was angry and it frightened him. That he had done something wrong, that Nevada didn't care for him anymore. If he had been more lucid, he would have told Nevada he was overreacting. "I'm not dead." I didn't kill anybody. Please don't be mad. Please don't leave me here. "Can we go home?"
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Post by NEVADA RAINES on Jan 20, 2014 3:07:23 GMT
“You do not understand a thing.” Nevada’s voice was barely above a whisper as he spoke. He supposed Angel didn’t even have a grasp over how painful it was for Nevada to see him so battered. If it were reversed, he doubted Angel would have even gone to the hospital to visit. That was all just speculation, of course. And it just wasn’t the time for that sort of thinking either. With a heavy sigh, he looked at Angel’s drowsy eyes. “We cannot go home yet. The doctor has informed me that you will need to remain here for a few days.” Did he even want to take Angel home with him when he was released? Of course he did. Angel was too precious to him. “ You would not have to remain here if you hadn’t done something so incredibly stupid.” The medication dripping into his system from the IV drip must have been strong. Angel seemed completely oblivious to the pain that must have been searing through his body. He felt a stab of sympathy before reminding himself that it was Angel’s own fault. Nevertheless, he was hurt and there was obvious fear in his eyes. “However, I will stay with you until the visiting hours are over.”ANGEL ALESSI
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Jan 21, 2014 1:34:50 GMT
It was just like Nevada to talk down to him, tell him he didn't understand, even though there was nothing to understand. He hated just laying here, tethered to the bed by catheters and IVs and his own drowsy weakness.
He frowned - or, tried to, features still distorted by bruises and swelling. It hadn't seemed particularly a stupid idea at the time. Then again, nothing really seemed stupid when he was that drunk. "He said he was a racer." The last thing he wanted to do was defend the asshole who'd gotten him in here, he said it to justify himself now in front of Nevada.
Angel didn't want to be needy, but the words slipped out before he could chew them over any. "How long is that?" Truthfully, he was glad Nevada was here now and he told himself it had nothing to do with Nevada himself. Anybody would hate to be hospitalized with no visitors.
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Post by NEVADA RAINES on Jan 22, 2014 22:18:26 GMT
Angel never understood anything. He went through his entire life without really thinking about anything but getting drunk and how to find a good lay—or that’s what Nevada assumed. Honestly, he didn’t really understand Angel. But that was hardly the point. The horror and fear that gripped Nevada as he was presented with Angel’s current state was what mattered. He could have died. That single fact was very real and very apparent. Angel was too blinded to see it. It had nothing to do with the sports car, which was nothing more than a heap of twisted metal and plastic. Cars could be replaced. Angel’s life, on the other hand, couldn’t. “And that prompted you to get in the car with him while under the influence of alcohol and drugs?” He hissed, voice sounding unusually sharp. “You never use that brain of yours. You never bother to think of the consequences of your stupidity!” Yelling at the hospital bound blonde was hardly going to make him feel better though. Nevada has to suck in a lungful of air and exhale before he dared talk again. “In a couple of weeks you will be released. At this time, you are in no way fit to go anywhere.” He crossed the room to the empty vase by the blonde’s bedside. He placed the beautiful bouquet into it and looked at Angel. ANGEL ALESSI
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Jan 24, 2014 19:29:21 GMT
Nevada was angry. The realisation slipped through the haze. Nevada was barely ever angry, no matter what Angel did, no matter how much he'd aggravated him.
He was angry now. "I didn't know we were gonna crash." He mumbled - he'd done plenty stupid things and none had ever ended up this badly. It had been fun.
"I'm not a little kid." Angel said sharply, watching Nevada place the bouquet by the vase on his bedside, as if it was supposed to make him feel better. Feel better about being stuck here for so long. Nevada was probably relieved, thank god Angel was off his hands.
"If you're not taking me home you might as well not visit."
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Post by NEVADA RAINES on Jan 25, 2014 6:52:38 GMT
For someone who was supposedly eighteen years old, Angel sure acted like a child. He threw tantrums when he didn’t get his way and acted on one stupid impulse after another. Nevada didn’t understand how such a childish man survived so long without him. If he wasn’t around to clean up his mess, he was sure the blonde would be six feet under. “So that makes it okay to do idiotic things?” He snapped. “You certainly act like one.” Nevada narrowed his eyes at the blonde, wincing when Angel spoke again. “You believe I want you to be hospitalized? You are wrong. I would like nothing more than to take you home, and keep you there. However, you are in such a state that the doctors need to monitor you and make sure you aren’t going to die in your sleep.” ANGEL ALESSI
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Jan 26, 2014 4:53:30 GMT
He fisted a hand in the sheets, though his grip was weak. Angel had never been afraid to die. He had been afraid of dying unhappy, but he didn't want longevity, he wanted a good time.
He thought back to the car and the memory was hazy. He reached up to rub at his eyes, with a hand pricked with IVs and taped with bandages. He dropped it heavily to the sheets, and he tried to sharpen his gaze but he felt made up of soft fuzzy edges. He felt soft and placid and harmless, like not even his words could cut like they usually did.
He also felt sick. "Shut up."
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Post by NEVADA RAINES on Jan 26, 2014 5:48:48 GMT
Admittedly, Nevada felt a stab of guilt for yelling at Angel even though he was fresh in the hospital. He probably didn’t understand a thing he said because of all the medication to dull the pain. But the logical part of Nevada’s brain was shut down. He was thinking with his heart, which was filled to the brim with worry and fear. There were so many what ifs whirling in his head that it made him dizzy and sick to his stomach at the same time. “Fine.”He lowered himself to a chair, withdrawing his phone from his pocket. The device had electronic files of a couple of his favorite books. Nevada didn’t think there was such a thing. He never would have known if not for Angel. The blonde practically held his hand through the whole process of getting a Smartphone, though he had his own motive. His face flushed with color as he noticed several notifications on the snap chat icon before he clicked the book app and began reading. ANGEL ALESSI
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Jan 27, 2014 13:19:53 GMT
Angel wasn't sure if he expected Nevada to actually shut up, but he did. He wasn't sure if he expected Nevada to stay, but he did.
He let out a soft sigh - he wanted a chance to say something, but his mouth felt crammed with cotton, dry and heavy-tongued. He was only tired, and as he relaxed and shut his eyes, he tried to put his thoughts in an order worth speaking. Nevada had gone silent, but Angel was still aware of his immediate presence, that he was by his bedside. He was still struggling to string his thoughts together into coherence when he drifted into sleep instead. He woke up alone.
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Nevada visited every day. Even if there wasn't much tenderness, there was an unspoken comfort in his presence, even in the tense silence. Sometimes Nevada even held his hand or kissed him goodbye.
Even on bedrest, there was a perpetual exhaustion, he slept a lot, and Nevada brought him magazines and chocolate and talked to him when he wasn't. Angel was better, but at the same time worse. The things Nevada told him made him desperate to leave and now, the magazines made him angry.
He'd already tore some apart and littered his room with torn and crumpled pages, spilled all the magazines on the floor. He couldn't reach them from his bed, and the one that had fallen open on an advertisement - a close up of a woman's perfectly airbrushed face - made his stomach churn and angry tears well up.
There might be some permanent scarring.
He wanted to sweep the vase and its bright flowers on the floor - would Nevada stop bringing them when he found out Angel would be scarred and ugly and entirely worthless?
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Post by NEVADA RAINES on Jan 28, 2014 1:34:13 GMT
Angel had no intentions of talking to him so they sat in silence while Nevada tore away at the digital book displayed on his phone. He refused to leave the blonde, even if he was sulky and irritable. And he visited every day after that without fail, always bringing fresh flowers. When more time passed, he even began to bring chocolates and Angel’s favorite magazines. They even began to talk again. Until the one afternoon he walked in to find the hospital room littered with the torn up remains of those very magazines. Angel’s eyes were fixed venomously on the vase of flowers. Nevada’s lips twisted in a frown. “What is the matter, Angel?” He approached the blonde’s bedside with arms burden with chocolate and a brown paper bag of home cooked food, still hot and wafting mouth watering fragrances into the air. “Why has gotten you so angry?” He came up close to the bed to press a kiss to the blonde’s lips. Nevada had stopped being furious with Angel after a while and he hadn’t missed a chance to visit. Even reminding Angel of how stupid he had been had ceased. All he wanted to do was spend time with him and cheer him up. The day Angel could come home couldn’t come fast enough. ANGEL ALESSI
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Jan 28, 2014 5:15:45 GMT
The door slid open and for a moment Angel couldn't even bring himself to see who it was. At the sound of Nevada's voice, he glanced up a moment, a glimpse before he lowered his eyes and bit his lip with a shake of his head.
He could feel himself shaking, and he gripped the sheets tightly, trying to steady himself. Trying not to cry. He'd look ever uglier if he cried. When Nevada came close he flinched away from the kiss. He felt ashamed, that despite himself there were tears and sobs. "N-nothing."
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Post by NEVADA RAINES on Jan 29, 2014 4:21:32 GMT
“You are lying.” Nevada could see him shaking, the way he flinched from his kiss. His ey es were brimming with the sudden sheen of tears. “What is the matter? You appear upset and it is worrying.” He set down the paper bag and chocolates. “Is there anything I can do?”Angel wasn’t telling him something. He couldn’t be sure what it was, but there was a feeling nagging at the back of his mind. “Would you like to eat? I cooked your favorite.” He just wanted Angel to smile. The initial anger he felt after Angel’s accident had died down. Nevada was now just overcome with relief. He wanted to shower Angel in affection, cherish every moment together. ANGEL ALESSI
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