Take Me Instead! (Oriel)
Nov 22, 2013 13:19:04 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2013 13:19:04 GMT -5
The past two days had been absolute torture for Phoenix. Seeing Oriel wrought with so much life-threatening agony had sent him into more panic than he thought possible - as much as he fought to keep close to his lover's side as the ambulance came and whisked him away to be treated after that sick, insane fucker Erik bit him, he had been forcefully pulled away and kept away even as he screamed and wailed in terror and his own agony. He fought like a demon to break away, but his weak, frail frame was no use against the strong, determined bodies of the people just doing their jobs. He even sprained his shoulder during the scuffle, finally losing his fight as he was wrestled to the ground and kept there until the ambulance was far out of sight and he wouldn't be able to catch up even while flying.
He had begged to be taken to the hospital, pleaded on his knees to any staff that would listen, but since Oriel was being kept in the ICU he wouldn't be able to see him anyway. Phoenix was left to pace around in a daze, switching between self-pity at being alone and screaming to the air, even going so far as to demand any god that would listen that they take him instead, if Oriel was dying.
If Oriel died... He would go back to being an emotionless corpse again. He might as well be dead himself.
Thankfully, finally, he got the news that he could visit his Oriel, and the well of emotions that he had been pouring out stoppered up, long enough so that the ride to the hospital was quiet and calm. Oriel would be fine. He had to be. This was good, right? It meant he was stable enough to be seen...
As soon as Phoenix made his way to the room, though, the dam broke down again, and he stumbled to the boy's side, sinking to his knees as sobs wracked him once again. "Oriel," he gasped between breaths, trying to ignore the terrifying amount of tubes and other machines all around the place. He had always hated hospitals, mostly because he knew he would likely end up in one himself sooner rather than later. Oriel himself looked terrible, but Phoenix did his best to not pay attention to that and only rested his hands on the boy's bedside, unsure if he should take his hands in his own even if all he wanted to do was smother himself against his chest and wail.
He ignored the pain in his shoulder as he fumbled to try to get out a coherent sentence, but all he managed to get out were whimpers and useless words. Finally, he managed to swallow and whisper,"I tried t'come sooner, but they w-wouldn't let me... I've been worried sick, I thought..." He hiccuped another sob. "I thought you were goin' t'die!"
He had begged to be taken to the hospital, pleaded on his knees to any staff that would listen, but since Oriel was being kept in the ICU he wouldn't be able to see him anyway. Phoenix was left to pace around in a daze, switching between self-pity at being alone and screaming to the air, even going so far as to demand any god that would listen that they take him instead, if Oriel was dying.
If Oriel died... He would go back to being an emotionless corpse again. He might as well be dead himself.
Thankfully, finally, he got the news that he could visit his Oriel, and the well of emotions that he had been pouring out stoppered up, long enough so that the ride to the hospital was quiet and calm. Oriel would be fine. He had to be. This was good, right? It meant he was stable enough to be seen...
As soon as Phoenix made his way to the room, though, the dam broke down again, and he stumbled to the boy's side, sinking to his knees as sobs wracked him once again. "Oriel," he gasped between breaths, trying to ignore the terrifying amount of tubes and other machines all around the place. He had always hated hospitals, mostly because he knew he would likely end up in one himself sooner rather than later. Oriel himself looked terrible, but Phoenix did his best to not pay attention to that and only rested his hands on the boy's bedside, unsure if he should take his hands in his own even if all he wanted to do was smother himself against his chest and wail.
He ignored the pain in his shoulder as he fumbled to try to get out a coherent sentence, but all he managed to get out were whimpers and useless words. Finally, he managed to swallow and whisper,"I tried t'come sooner, but they w-wouldn't let me... I've been worried sick, I thought..." He hiccuped another sob. "I thought you were goin' t'die!"