Post by ~Draven~ on May 14, 2011 7:54:17 GMT -5
It was only by some miracle that Draven hadn't already punctured something with the way he was struggling. However, that didn't mean all that moving around hadn't done some sort of damage: jagged fragments of rib bone had been jostled around, widening the cuts already present on Draven's side. The blood loss was getting pretty significant. It was a good thing, then, when Zeph leaned over Draven and spoke to him.
"Draven, please behave. You're going to make you injuries worse. Don't move, love. Please. I blame myself enough, I don't need you dying because I couldn't make you relax added to the list."
Dying. Dying. That thought hadn't even crossed Draven's mind. Those broken ribs weren't just painful, they were endangering his life. The idea scared Draven into sitting still, tears beginning to well up in his eyes. He didn't want to die. He didn't want Zeph to be alone. He didn't want Zeph to have another thing to blame himself for.
"Oh no you don't, you sadistic son of a bitch. You don't get to touch the kid. Like you said, you get off on torture. Why the fuck would I let you near him now? Sure, you might help him, but what other shit might you pull? Zeph, can you cast a sleep charm on him and levitate him back to the school? There ought to be a professor there who can fix him, if you hurry the fuck up. I'll take care of this trash."
Wait, so Layne was still on their side? Then why had she gotten Gabe out of the way of that potentially fatal attack? Draven's head was spinning too much to make sense of it. Whatever the case, though, he didn't like the sound of her being alone with a sadist and his buddy. He looked over at her and shook his head. No Layne, don't let yourself be alone with these people.
"Layne. Zeph can't even defend himself properly. I don't think he has the wand skills to levitate his friend up to the castle - certainly not as shook up as he is. It'd be a shame if Draven bumped something accidentally and punctured a lung."
Ok, now things were really getting confusing. Gabriel sounded like he wanted to help him. Gabriel, the person Draven had to thank for the busted rib cage and the pounding headache. What the actual fuck. He gave Zeph a bewildered look. Did he know what was going on?
"Ahem! I just so happen to know of a professor that excels in healing an' magic an' whatever. Right, Gabby? He totes healed me an' Gabs th' last time we totally fucked each other up!"
And it just kept getting weirder. Now Gabe's friend was on board with saving Draven's life. That did make a little more sense, though, since he was allies with the person who had experienced a change of heart. It was still weird, though, how everyone was banding together to help him. Had he been in a clearer state of mind, he might have been grateful. As it was, though, he really just wanted to be left alone. The idea of people touching his wound was not appealing in the slightest.
"Please. Go get that professor. I-I...H-He's...Please. I don't want to face this before facing his parents, with what I've done. Please. I-I love him...right now, he's all I have..."
Oh god, not that voice again. That pleading voice, that voice of helplessness. Draven hated it when Zeph talked like that. Wincing, Draven moved his left hand and grabbed onto one of Zeph's, giving it a weak squeeze. "Zeph..." Don't talk like that, please.
"If you want to get him, somebody can at least tape him up so he doesn't bleed about before the professor gets here."
"I'll do it if you aren't. He's the most comfortable with me."
Oh great. Now they were going to start handling him. That was going to suck. And he wasn't in any condition to get away from it. He'd have to just sit there, letting someone prod at his injury. He would have sobbed if he wasn't positive that doing so would send a bone fragment through his lung or something just as important. Instead, he gripped Zeph's hand tighter. He didn't want Zeph doing it. That would entail Draven letting go of his hand, something he was not at all willing to do. "Layne," he breathed, choosing for himself who would bandage him.
She was a girl. She'd be gentle.
"Draven, please behave. You're going to make you injuries worse. Don't move, love. Please. I blame myself enough, I don't need you dying because I couldn't make you relax added to the list."
Dying. Dying. That thought hadn't even crossed Draven's mind. Those broken ribs weren't just painful, they were endangering his life. The idea scared Draven into sitting still, tears beginning to well up in his eyes. He didn't want to die. He didn't want Zeph to be alone. He didn't want Zeph to have another thing to blame himself for.
"Oh no you don't, you sadistic son of a bitch. You don't get to touch the kid. Like you said, you get off on torture. Why the fuck would I let you near him now? Sure, you might help him, but what other shit might you pull? Zeph, can you cast a sleep charm on him and levitate him back to the school? There ought to be a professor there who can fix him, if you hurry the fuck up. I'll take care of this trash."
Wait, so Layne was still on their side? Then why had she gotten Gabe out of the way of that potentially fatal attack? Draven's head was spinning too much to make sense of it. Whatever the case, though, he didn't like the sound of her being alone with a sadist and his buddy. He looked over at her and shook his head. No Layne, don't let yourself be alone with these people.
"Layne. Zeph can't even defend himself properly. I don't think he has the wand skills to levitate his friend up to the castle - certainly not as shook up as he is. It'd be a shame if Draven bumped something accidentally and punctured a lung."
Ok, now things were really getting confusing. Gabriel sounded like he wanted to help him. Gabriel, the person Draven had to thank for the busted rib cage and the pounding headache. What the actual fuck. He gave Zeph a bewildered look. Did he know what was going on?
"Ahem! I just so happen to know of a professor that excels in healing an' magic an' whatever. Right, Gabby? He totes healed me an' Gabs th' last time we totally fucked each other up!"
And it just kept getting weirder. Now Gabe's friend was on board with saving Draven's life. That did make a little more sense, though, since he was allies with the person who had experienced a change of heart. It was still weird, though, how everyone was banding together to help him. Had he been in a clearer state of mind, he might have been grateful. As it was, though, he really just wanted to be left alone. The idea of people touching his wound was not appealing in the slightest.
"Please. Go get that professor. I-I...H-He's...Please. I don't want to face this before facing his parents, with what I've done. Please. I-I love him...right now, he's all I have..."
Oh god, not that voice again. That pleading voice, that voice of helplessness. Draven hated it when Zeph talked like that. Wincing, Draven moved his left hand and grabbed onto one of Zeph's, giving it a weak squeeze. "Zeph..." Don't talk like that, please.
"If you want to get him, somebody can at least tape him up so he doesn't bleed about before the professor gets here."
"I'll do it if you aren't. He's the most comfortable with me."
Oh great. Now they were going to start handling him. That was going to suck. And he wasn't in any condition to get away from it. He'd have to just sit there, letting someone prod at his injury. He would have sobbed if he wasn't positive that doing so would send a bone fragment through his lung or something just as important. Instead, he gripped Zeph's hand tighter. He didn't want Zeph doing it. That would entail Draven letting go of his hand, something he was not at all willing to do. "Layne," he breathed, choosing for himself who would bandage him.
She was a girl. She'd be gentle.