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In 2009, the world was shocked to learn that magic was in fact real. It lived among them in the form of the Fae, a race that many had never believed were real for centuries. Public outcry was loud and varied, and the Fae rulers elected that those of the Fae that had made themselves known to the humans should volunteer to live on Reservations, much like the Native Americans. However they were followed into the public eye by first Werewolves, then Vampires. The human race is reeling. there are still several species reluctant to come forth and they don't like the attention the others are drawing. Tempers are at a fever pitch. What side are you on?
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Member No.: 35
Joined: 24-March 12
i'm the first to fall, the last to know♥
"Sir," A nurse approached Emery in the waiting room, holding a clipboard with Cam's information. She looked too tired to be worried about approaching a vampire. "I'm Nurse Greene. You brought in the bite victim, didn't you?" She clicked a pen and scribbled something on the small pile of papers fastened there.
"You said her name is Cameron... Chamomile," she scribbled more stuff. "The wounds in her neck were severe but surgery did the job to close them up and stop the bleeding. She lost a significant amount of blood and I'll be honest with you, it is a miracle she didn't die."
The nurse turned slightly, motioning for him to follow her down the hallway. "She's out and stable. Since we have no paper work or insurance records, she was given Type O blood in her transfusion. You can see Cam now, I'll be by with paperwork that will need to be filled out later. If she does wake up, try to keep her quiet, those stitches are tiny and fragile." They arrived at a door. The nurse turned the handle and pushed it open, closing it after Emery entered.
Cam wasn't aware of the significant time lapse that occurred. She was just suddenly aware that her eyes were closed and the attack was still going on. Cam could still feel the fangs buried deep inside her neck. The adrenaline kicked in, dumping quickly into her system. Cam writhed in the darkness, her limbs aching and throat burning. Move, you've got to move! Her body twisted like there was a great weight keeping her pinned to the floor, Misha's jaw was under hers, flexing and taking the very life out of her veins. She couldn't afford to sleep now, Misha could kill her! Cam didn't want to die! Wake up, Cam yelled in her head, Wake up! Wake up!
The weight evaporated and Cam sat up, gasping as if she'd been starved for air. There was a burst of light when Cam's eyes tore open. It blinded her for a moment as the phantom pain in her neck dissolved. The brightness subsided and Cam glanced around, disorientated and severely lightheaded. Had it just been a horrible nightmare? Where was she? She didn't recognize her surroundings and the room was so large with dim lighting.
She wavered slightly and collapsed back into the... mattress. Cam felt pillows against her head. She lifted her hand, expecting to see the blood she remembered and saw her fingers were bandaged, there was a needle in the back of her hand attached to a hanging IV... and, she noticed a rapid beeping sound, a heart monitor. A hospital? She didn't like hospitals, they were big and creepy. Her side was burning and /god/ did it hurt to breathe!
As more of her senses returned, Cam noticed there was a weight in her other hand, something cold. Cam looked over to see what it was and noticed it was some one's hand she had been clutching. Her thumb slid over the knuckles, testing the texture of the other skin. It seemed familiar. Her blue-green eyes followed the length upwards to a shoulder and then from shoulder to a face she couldn't see for the poor lighting.
tag: Shannnaaa --- words: like i'm actually going to count that shit. --- notes: meep? --- outfit:a hospital gown. how fashionable.
Member No.: 37
Joined: 29-March 12
It took everything in Emery to not snap at the nurse when she got Cam's name wrong,, but he understood. Dealing with hundreds of patients each day resulted in names being switched, zoning out and becoming almost impersonal to people. Honestly, it was better - for the nurse's sake, that she was being borderline impersonal with him. Emery wasn't sure he could handle more emotions after the train wreck from just a few hours ago. The likelihood that he would accidentally hurt someone out of impatient anger was much higher now. He knew that he needed to get a grip, but that was so much harder to do when the woman he loved with all his heart, had been bitten and nearly bled out in front of him. If he hadn't gotten there in time....
No..he didnt' want to think about it.
Once the nurse let him into the room, he took to Cam's side immediately and took her hand in his as carefully as possible. He brushed a few strands of hair from her face.
How could he have let this happen? It wasn't like he could protect her 24/7, or like he could have known what would happen..but...but still!
With a huff, Emery sat down and stroked Cam's hand softly waiting patiently for her to wake up. He wished he could see what was going on in her mind. Well, technically he could, but he had sworn he would never do that to her. Ever.
He nearly jumped out of his chair when Cam suddenly sat up in bed. Instead, he waited for her to calm down. He was sure that if he had tried to get her to lay down, she would have fought him for a few seconds and that would have not been good for the stitching in her neck.
"Hello, love," he spoke softly, still stroking her hand, "I'm happy to see that you decided to join the world of the living again. He cracked a small smile and moved to slide his chair a little closer to the bed. "I have been advised to keep you from talking for the time being, so I scrounged up a pen and pad for you if you wish to speak."
He reached behind him and produced the pen and pad of paper, laying it on her lap. He knew that she would try and talk at some point, but he had a few ideas that would aid in keeping her lips sealed.
Member No.: 35
Joined: 24-March 12
Cam blinked several times to get her vision to focus in on the person who held her hand, staring at him as the last of the disorientation faded. It took a few long seconds, but it finally registered in Cam's brain who it was. The heart monitor's pace quickened once she realized it was Emery. Stupid thing. Cam released his hand only when he placed the little pad of paper and the pen in her lap. She couldn't speak? That was cause for worry. For how long? Oh god, was the damage so extensive that she would not be able to speak again? Was her friend even still alive?
It took some concentration to pick up the pad and paper. Her limbs felt so soupy and heavy, still exhausted from the ordeal she had just gone through. Cam blinked hard, widening her eyes to get a better focus of the paper. Her hands trembled as she held the pen, bringing the instrument closer to the paper. The first few strokes of the pen were blank because the little ball in the point was dry. She scrubbed it harder, frowning deeper when the pen wouldn't work. The frustration and anxiety easily overwhelmed her already shot nerves. The final straw was when her eyes welled up in tears. Cam dropped the pad and pen back into her lap with a defeated and pained moan. "Emery," her breathing was ragged and her voice cracked horribly with the simple name, like the one time she had a bad case of the flu. The state she was in was similar, minus the runny nose and grumpy attitude. "Where's Misha?"
It hurt to speak. It hurt to breathe, but Cam was concerned for her friend. If she was still alive, Cam had to defend Misha! Her throat strained with the effort as she formed more words. The tears slid out of the corners of her eyes as she continued to speak. "Was an accident, okay?"
Member No.: 37
Joined: 29-March 12
Emery was not up to talking about Misha at the moment. It took everything in him to keep from finding her again and scaring her to death. Literally.
"She's safe, Cam," he sighed. The girl would have to consider herself very lucky that Emery had managed to keep control, even if he had been straining with the effort. Had Cam not survived, Emery would have blown up like a nuclear bomb and done things that he would hope, would lead to his own demise.
She was still concerned for Misha and was willing to defend her. Emery loved that part about Cam, and he admired it. But at the moment, he was not pleased.
"Accident or not, cher, she needs to learn to control the beast," his voice was low and hushed as he spoke. He didn't want to upset Cam anymore than she already was. The majority of the rogue and out of control vampires that he took care of claimed that their actions were just "accidents". The majority of said 'accidents' usually resulted in someone dying.
He reached a hand forward and wiped her tears from her face gently, "Everything is alright now, Chamomile," his fingers brushed over her lips, "And you need to stop talking or it will make things worse." He wasn't sure just how sensitive the stitched wounds were, but it was better for her to listen to what the nurse said. Not that she would listen to what a nurse said, but he could say that he tried.
"I would suggest that you wait a while before seeing Misha again," If he could have it his way, she wouldn't see her again forever. But then he would feel like a control freak and that was not something he ever condoned anyone to be. He was just feeling very protective at the moment.
Member No.: 35
Joined: 24-March 12
It wasn't alright, Cam wanted to reply but held back. Emery had saved her from certain death and for that, she was grateful. She had done a number on his nerves most likely and it wouldn't be kind of Chamomile to argue the defense of her attacker - not now anyway. She let out a long exhale as his fingers traced over her lips and then winced as her rib shifted and a bolt of pain went up her side. Wow, she thought, Misha broke a darn rib, too!
Once it passed, Cam reached and gently took up Emery's hand that was nearest her. A smile lifted one corner of her mouth, just barely. "I scared you, didn't I?" He wasn't easy to scare, even in play. You could surprise Emery with something shiny or noisy but scaring him was a whole other matter. Cam started to say something else when the door opened and a nurse came in.
"Hi, Miss Robinson," she smiled. "Glad to see you're awake. I'm Natalie, I'll be your nurse for this shift. Then Karen will take care of you during the day." She was a perky blonde little thing and looked to be just fresh out of nursing school. How could Cam get so lucky? The greenhorn approached Cam's side, reading the machines and writing down information into a folder. "Okay," she said, "Um, let's see... Has any one told you what went on?" Cam shook her head. Newbie frowned, "Oh, um.. okay." More checking what was written in the folder. She started chewing on the top of her pen. Cam glanced back at Emery with a puzzled look. What? Had they taken out her appendix while she was out? "Right!" Natalie exclaimed when she found the notes she was looking for. "Miss Robinson, when you came in you had lost a considerable amount of blood. We had to give you a transfusion and we stitched up those uh... uhm..." the nurse glanced at Emery hesitantly and then back to Cam, " 'Bite marks" on your neck. Also, you have a severely fractured rib as you might have already been feeling, I've got some morphine for that to help you sleep. Now, for your transfusion there are a few side effects. You're running a fever, and that's common so don't worry if you're feeling warm. It should break within the next twenty four hours but what we're most concerned about are these," she made a gesture to her own neck and nodding to Cam. "Your wounds were very deep and it's important that you try to limit verbal communication until the swelling goes down and a doctor can see you. So," she wagged her finger with a little laugh, "No talking!"
Natalie pulled out a packet of paper and handed it over to Emery. "This is some stuff on transfusions, care for a broken rib, just some of the basics if you have any concerns." Cam frowned, quirking an eyebrow at Emery. Was Nurse Natalie so dense she didn't realize Cam was the patient and not him? Actually, no, she wasn't. "And for you, ma'am," Natalie produced a little syringe and started hitching it up to the hanging drip by Cam's bed. "This is a little somethin' to help you sleep." "Huh?" Cam started. "No," but already she could feel the medication seeping through her system. She started to feel light, and floaty... Cam hated that sensation. She gripped Emery's hand tighter as the room began to spin.