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Post by Turkey on Feb 8, 2013 21:22:28 GMT -6
Every step he took hurt. Lines of fire seared his nerves every time his skin shifted around the bandages and under them. The only thing that even began to help him right now was to keep his arm crossed over his stomach with his hand resting on his side. The extra pressure he was putting on it did hurt, but it hurt worse if he didn’t. Sadiq couldn’t remember a time when he had been in this much pain. He fealt as if something had tried to skin him alive, and essentially, they had. That monster that had looked like a Raven had essentially been trying to hurt him, to kill him. He knew he could have avoided injury if he hadn’t have tackled it the way he did, but he couldn’t have let it get its claws on Katya. He would rather die first before something got to her. With a shake of his head, he knew he shouldn’t have thought that, it was just inviting trouble to come and take another shot at him.
He knew the way he thinking wasn’t really fair. Yes, he knew that she could protect herself, hell; she had ended up saving both of them. But he didn’t want to have to protect him, it wasn’t her…stopping this thoughts right there. She was a grown woman and could protect herself just as well as anyone else could; she didn’t need some outdated macho attitude trying to push her down into a submissive role. He knew better than that, he was better than that. He knew very well that if she wanted to, she could hurt him on a good day when he was at full health. He trusted her fully and that meant with everything. Trusting her to watch his back, trusting her to know when to let him handle things and he trusted her to handle things he couldn’t. It was the way of partnership.
Another step and another lance of pain shot through his body causing Sadiq to clench his teeth. He wouldn’t make any noise with how bad it hurt. Let he Manor know how much he hurt with this, how vulnerable he was, and they would attack that weakness. He was putting his trust and faith and everything in the Ukrainian woman to help protect him when he couldn’t fully protect himself, and he didn’t regret it. He was serious in what he said that he cared deeply for her, loved her, though he didn’t precisely say those words to her. He hoped she realized how he felt.
A chill went up his back and he looked down. His shirt was still in tatters, pieces hanging down across his chest and back. It seemed the only way it was still on his body was because of the buttons around the top of his shirt on his chest and his sleeves. It let in way to much air and the light breeze from the cross-ventilation of the place was chilling his skin. It was an odd contrast to the fire that burned under his skin. Hot and cold, pain bordering on the edge of numbness. It was sensations playing on his mind along with the need to get somewhere safer, somewhere he could metaphorically lick his wounds and allow them to heal some before setting out again in an attempt to find their way out of there. His nerves were on the edge and he knew that if he wasn’t careful, things could easily start building his temper and it was bound to be a short fuse.
Passing by a room, he stopped and looked around before looking at the woman. Realizing he had been essentially ignoring her the whole time they left the room, he smiled slightly in apology. “Wait here for a minute, would you? I check this room; see if they have a shirt I can change into. From here, we can go down to the infirmary alright?” Not waiting on an answer, he slipped into the room and found a bed that looked like it had just been made that morning. Closing his eyes, he thought he could smell the lavender that was usually packed in with the bed linen in storage to keep them smelling fresh and to keep the bugs away. Opening his eyes again, he moved across the dark carpet and to the wooden wardrobe that should have a new shirt for him… he could only hope it wasn’t moth eaten and as full of holes as a slice of Swiss cheese. Running a hand along the door, the feel of the wood under his fingers felt natural, as it should. His fingers curled along the handle and pulled one of the doors open as he flinched in expectation of something flying out at him.
Cracking an eye, he laughed to himself as the only thing that was in the closet was clothes. Reaching in, he pulled out a dark green shirt that wouldn’t put too much pressure on his wounds. Looking at the remnants of his shredded shirt, it was stained red with his own blood. Taking a breath, the slight metallic-coppery smell hit his nose and he shuddered in revulsion. He would rather walk around shirtless right now then keep wearing the shirt and keep smelling that coppery scent. Taking off his ruined shirt, Sadiq threw it on the floor and put on the new one as carefully as he could. A few sounds of pain slipped past his lips, for no matter how careful he was, it was impossible to avoid pulling his wounds. Once it was on, he sighed and went back to Katya and kissed her forehead.
“Sorry for the wait, I needed a new shirt. You can change to if you want then we’ll go. I’ll give you some privacy while you change.”
Receiving a no in response to his question, he nodded. “Lets go then. I hope you don’t mind having to stitch me up. I would do it myself but I can’t see the wounds enough to do it.” With that said, they headed the rest of the way down to the second floor and to the infirmary.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2013 17:57:42 GMT -6
Katyusha still hadn’t spoken a word since they had left the room. Instead, she focused on supporting Sadiq’s arm and taking each step carefully, settling her wide blue eyes before her, and periodically sliding her freest hand to her lower band to assure herself that her revolver was still there. In any the occasion, she would have felt guilty for taking the object, but desperate times call for desperate measures, and right now the injured Turk at her side took full priority. With his current condition, Kat felt and knew that she was their most prominent source of protection, and that fact terrified more that she would ever let on. She hadn’t had that sort of responsibility for years, not since she actually had to act like the eldest of her siblings but that was centuries ago. A tremble faintly swept across her expression and she had to shut her eyes a bit, though thankfully she was sure that Sadiq hadn’t seen. She was exhausted, beyond exhausted, both physically and mentally and really all she wanted more was to have a nice bath and curl up warm in a bed and cry herself to sleep.
Such fantasies would have to wait at least until her companions’ wounds were properly dressed and treated. Frequently, her eyes did flicker up to him and every time the sight of him struck her with several different emotions. First of all was concern and worry, then underlying that was an unfathomable amount of other feelings that had or needed to be expressed but, like her bath and bed wishes, would need to be saved for later. Hesitantly her thoughts did drift back to the kiss they had briefly shared before being so terrifyingly interrupted. She recalled the words he had managed to speak but considering their most recent, bloody ordeal, Ukraine was having difficulty remembering exactly what he had said or even the mood of the moment; everything had been ruined. This mansion was definitely not the place for such feelings and words and it was almost as if the appearance of that creature was perfectly timed to destroy any romance.
Just Kat’s luck, just ast it was her fault that Turkey was hurt at all. Tears again threatened her eyes again but she managed to keep them from falling thanks to Sadiq suddenly speaking up and breaking the silence. “Wait here for a minute, would you? I check this room; see if they have a shirt I can change into. From here, we can go down to the infirmary alright?” She still didn’t say anything and was hesitant to let him walk off by himself, but she knew from experience that if a man wanted to do something by himself it was best to let him, it was easier. She too slipped into the room and took the time to lean against the wall nearest to the door, her cheek against the wallpaper so that her gaze was settled back into the hall. In her peripheral she watched Sadiq rummage though a wardrobe and painstakingly replace his ruining garments with fresh ones. The man uttered a couple sounds reflecting his injured condition after managing to remain so silent, and each pained syllable made Katyusha flinch.
Settling back against the wall, she closed her eyes for a moment to ride out a wave of tiredness, before fluttering open her eyelashes and letting her view fall upon her bloodied hands. She was a mess, literally. Turkey’s blood covered both of her hands, her handmade dance blouse was stained with crimson as was her skirts; realistically she looked liked some sort of crazed serial killer who liked dancing. She felt dirty and soiled and that bath even sounded more desirable, and she almost wanted to hide when she saw Sadiq making his way back over to her. She didn’t feel pretty most other times and defiantly not now, but all the same he came and greeted her with a kiss on the forward which aroused surprise to brighten her face with a blush and a tiny smile in tow.
“Sorry for the wait, I needed a new shirt. You can change to if you want then we’ll go. I’ll give you some privacy while you change.”
“No, I fine,” she replied, knowing full well she was such a poor liar but looking nice could wait until his injured were dressed and they had settled down again in a secure location.
“Lets go then. I hope you don’t mind having to stitch me up. I would do it myself but I can’t see the wounds enough to do it.”
She nodded to him and retook his arm, supporting him, and even squeezing his hand with her own and slowly and carefully they made their way down to the second floor. In true honesty, they didn’t know quite where going but together it seemed that they had both silently agreed that removing themselves from the second floor was a comfort boost for both of them. Still, Sadiq seemed that he was more or less leading them and sure enough Kat looked up to read a sign above one of the doors of many to read, “Infirmary”. Hopefully inside they would be able to find all that they need.
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Post by Turkey on May 9, 2013 22:25:38 GMT -6
They had come to the infirmary, it seemed either his feet remembered the way, or he was supposed to end up here, that’s the only way he could imagine it… well, and sheer stubborn will would too. Sadiq could feel his heart racing in his chest, and his vision kept tunneling in and out, graying around the edges. He needed to sit and needed to sit soon. Or perhaps lay down, that would be good. Taking the door firmly in hand, he opened it. No creaking from the hinges rang through the air and broke the silence; no sound at all came from inside the room.
“Well, let’s go in.”
Taking his own words, he walked into the room, flipping a light switch on in the process, letting light flood the room. It looked the same as how it as last time, and that was only comforting, and discerning at the same time. Taking internal stock, he sighed to himself and looked around. There, a few feet away from him, was a bed he could relax on and hopefully get himself patched up on. Walking those few paces that separated him and the place where he could relax, he sat down and sighed as it helped relieve some of the pressure on his skin. Looking up, he smiled at Katya and shrugged.
“I can’t reach my wounds to doctor them; you’re going to have to do it.”
Lifting his arms up, he started removing his shirt so she could have access to his wounds. He didn’t have to look down to know there was a good chance the hastily made blanket bandages were soaked through, making an odd pattern of red and whatever else colors were part of the blanket against his skin. His heart was still beating fast and he knew he had to admit it was due to bloodloss and not the rush of adrenaline from fighting that monster anymore; his vision problems were the same. Hopefully he could stay awake long enough to get patched up and convince her that he was alright. Moving an arm, he pointed over to the cabinets.
“There should be stuff over there, so, how do you want me?”
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Post by Deleted on May 18, 2013 18:31:35 GMT -6
“Well, let’s go in.”
Katyusha helped Sadiq into the room silently, without complaint, and obediently. She went through the motions of helping him across the floor while her eyes adjusted to the light illuminating the gloomy room with it’s excess amount of white sheets and lone beds and eased him down upon one of them, slightly relived to be free of his heavy weight. She was tired, evident with her quietness, and she was scared. As much as felt for the Turk, felt safe with him, at the moment she felt alone. She wanted her brother, her sister, both who were so much stronger than her in many ways and being relied on as heavily as Sadiq was being, was draining her.
“I can’t reach my wounds to doctor them; you’re going to have to do it.”
She didn’t return his smile like she usually would, didn’t even flinch at it, instead she went over to the cabinets like he suggested, opened them without a given thought, and retrieved linen and clean bandages, moving around the room to locate various items she would need to help treat his wounds. With his shirt removed and now that they were in the light, she could clearly see the extent of his wounds and they weren’t pretty.
“Lay down on your side… Tak like that…your hand here…” She instructed and helped him lay down. Going through her arrangement of items she had gathered, she took a syringe and grabbed a small vial labeled “morphine” and after quickly rubbing a spot on his arm with antiseptic, Katya neutrally stuck Sadiq in the arm and pumped him full of the drugged before she set to her bloody task of properly treating, stitching, and dressing his wounds. She didn’t know when they started, but tears soon were dripping from her cheeks, his beautiful lips set into a sorrow filled frown, but her steady hands kept at their task. Thankfully, the house was generously stocked with a multitude of medical supplies so mending the ripped tissue was less stressful than is could have been if she hadn’t been able to find an essential item, like stitching essentials.
“Sorry…” she mumbled, three or four times every other minute.
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Post by Turkey on Jul 13, 2013 19:09:54 GMT -6
Sadiq knew his wounds weren’t pretty and while he could have turned his head enough to see how Katya was responding to them, he didn’t want to. Call him a coward and Sadiq would admit it. He could bandage other people up and bandage himself up usually, but this was different. He didn’t need her to prove to him how messed up he was. He had laid down where she told him to with her help and just waited. Not a word was said as she gathered the supplies and he admitted to himself that he needed to know what was going on. Unfortunately, the way he was laying only let him see so much and not much of what she was actually doing.
Hearing her work, he could only think of all the times in the past they had been together. He enjoyed having her around and enjoyed talking with her and all of the times overall made him happy. It was these memories he bright to mind now. Feeling a pinch, he knew she had injected him with something, and he trusted in her enough to where it would be something to help him and not kill him. It wasn’t long after the needle had piereced his skin and the liquid had spread through his system that he started feeling detached from everything…and his eyes were heavy.
“Sorry…”
Forcing his eyes open, he didn’t know when they had shut, but he knew it was whatever she had injected him with starting to work on him, the affects were quick to show in his system. Feeling her working, he felt no pain, and even the odd feeling of his skin being manipulated and pieced back together left him. Closing his eyes again as the medicine continued to work, he feel into sleep, not able to reassure her that it was alright and there was no reason for her to be sorry.
In this sleep he saw many things, dreams of a sorts, but memories; memories of his time with Katya. They started off way back when in history when he had first met she, him in is robes and her in such a beautiful outfit. From there the memories jumped to when they joined together, her under his protection. Then again it jumped to a world meeting after he became the Republic of Turkey. One more jump and the memories were at the Manor, where they first met on the roof. Down the stairs they went to the room where he had kissed her and the monster attacked. He could feel pain again and his dream was breaking apart. Cracking his eyes open, he hissed and tried to find her.
“Katya? Everything alright?
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Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2013 17:13:56 GMT -6
As she worked repairing Turkey’s damaged body, she watched his eyes droop and finally shut as her drugs began to truly kick in. Then, silence. Usually, such empty quietness made Ukraine unnerved, scared, but now she felt too tired and hollow to be scared, too unhappy, and focused all of her efforts on making sure that Sadiq was properly treated so his sped-up national healing could take over and lift him out of his dangerous situation of having lost a substantial amount of blood. Minutes ticked by, counted by a live clock somewhere in the room and the strokes of Katyusha’s stitching through nation flesh. Occasionally, a small tear would land upon her hand, almost surprising her each time as she was numb to her own crying. It was steady, grisly work but eventually, the Ukrainian woman sighed and stripped off her gloves while her tired blue eyes scanned her work.
Before her, was a stitched patchwork of Turkish skin, red with irritation and antiseptic, but the skin was already starting to settle into a pink to reveal that Sadiq’s healing was already starting to take over, but it was noticeably taking longer than it usually would. The workings of the house was truly affecting them all, demoting their national prowess to be almost human-like, but Ukraine wasn’t thinking of such horrifying thoughts. Staring at the wounds, an idea popped into her head. Reaching a hand into the hidden pocket in her skirts, Kat removed the small container of ointment and read the words once more, Congratulations on your successful kill, my dear. Apply greedily to wounds. Sincerely, the Inhabitants~. Taking a moment to think, the woman decided to take a chance and applied he mysterious cream as instructed, greedily. There was just enough to cover all of the scratches and when done, she wipes her hands and threw out the container, hoping she just hasn't poisoned her beloved Turk. Quietly, she began to properly bandage Sadiq, covering the salve, before beginning to tidy up, disposing of the bloody bandages, her gloves and used needles. After thoroughly washing her hands, Ukraine looked down at her self and it was then that she finally pouted her lower lip as her weeping encroached; her traditional dancing costume was ruined with blood, forever stained.
Sad but knowing that there was nothing for her to do about it, she walked towards a large wardrobe for linens to locate some sort of clothing not only for herself, but Sadiq as well. The shirt he had found was chocked with blood and would only infect his wounds. Reaching up to open the wardrobe, Ukraine did hesitate with a small shiver of fear as to what may be hiding within, but a grunt from the sleeping Turk made her look over to check in, before she continued to open the wooden doors. Nothing jumped out at her but what she saw inside did made her gasp. The wardrobe was mostly empty except for the middle shelf that held a green shirt, identical to the one Turkey had found in the room that was now covered in his blood and beside it neatly folded in a pile was….
“My costume?” A rhetorical question, because there it was, beads and boots and all, and the simple pile of clothing made Kat’s blood turn to ice; that would have to be the most terrifying thing she had seen in the house, worse than that bird creature. Taking an unsteady breath she took the clothes and closed the wardrobe. Moving back over to Sadiq, she set down his new shirt and looked at her own. “Ve… alvays vatched…” she spoke softly, not even bothering to look around in fear. Going over and making sure that the main door was locked, she moved tot eh other side of the room where an old-fashioned tub stood with a curtain around in. Knowing that Turkey would be asleep for a little while longer, she stripped without flinching, removing her tainted costume and stepped into the tub to turn on the old showerhead.
Clean water soon cascaded over her body, making the runoff into the drain red with old blood. Her shower was quick, enough to get clean, and soon she was stepping out, grabbing a fresh towel from a stand that she was 75% sure wasn’t there when she began her shower. Dried herself, and quietly redressed herself. Just as she was refitting a perfect and beautiful flowered with ribbons headband upon her head, something broke the silence of the room and caught her attention.
“Katya? Everything alright?”
Striding over, red boots thudding lightly on the floor. the blonde woman returned to the Mediterranean nation’s side to look down at him and offer a small smile. “Everything good, Sadiq….” Katya always hated lying and it was evident when fat tears soon pooled from her eyes and landed upon the Turk’s bare, muscled and hairy chest.
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Post by Turkey on Aug 12, 2013 1:59:36 GMT -6
“Katya? Everything alright?”
Her voice seemed overly loud to his sensitive ears, the medicine still lingering in his body, playing havoc with his senses. He still couldn’t feel any pain, and his vision was still fuzzy, the room still seemed dark to him, as if clouded with something just out of his range of sight. It was a haunted Manor he knew and it could possibly be that there was something dark in this room that didn’t want to be seen, that was stealing power from the light, but he didn’t want to think that. Dismissing that idea, he knew it that the darkness and fuzziness were due to the fact that he shouldn’t have been awake yet. He should have been asleep for a few hours, not the short time he felt like he was unconscious on the bed. He knew it was possible that he had woken himself up because he was worried about Katya. Sadiq knew that she could protect herself very well, she shot the Raven after all, but he still worried. Looking around again, his eyes came in focus and he spotted her. Katya looked as gorgeous to him as she always did. Realizing what he was thinking, he mentally shook his head, it wasn’t the time or place for that; but then again, there wasn’t a time or place for anything other than survival in a place that wanted them all dead.
“Everything good, Sadiq….”
He was glad to hear it, but really looking at her, he knew it was a lie. Her eyes were simmering with tears that finally spilled and fell on his chest. Frowning at this, he held out his arms, inviting her into his arms for comfort her. Sadiq knew he probably wouldn’t be much of a comfort to her with bandages covering most of his torso, but he couldn’t feel pain from it. It felt tight, yes; but not sore or painful. He could feel his legs and feet, which only reassured him that there was no irreparable damage done to his spinal cord; he was thankful that the monster had only shredded skin and muscle in her wake. It should probably worry him that he couldn’t feel the pain yet, but it didn’t, he was purely focused on her. Looking her over again to make sure she didn’t have any visible injuries, he narrowed his eyes. Her blond hair looked newly washed; a lot fluffier than it was previously, the colors on her costume brighter than they had been. He was sure he smelled the scent of soap too. A little part of the Turkish man’s brain registered that it had been a while since he had taken a shower or a bath and he knew he knew he probably looked it, but a shower would have to wait.
Turning his attention back to her and away from the need for a shower, he smiled softly, ” Tell me what’s wrong Katya. I’m alright, you saved me remember? I need to find a way to thank you by the way, simple words don’t seem enough. “
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