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Post by edward on Feb 6, 2008 23:23:19 GMT -5
Things had definitely not turned out the way he hoped they would. Just simply wanting a pain reliever wouldn't've done him any good. If he'd been home alone in his bedroom he would've had to suffer this all by himself, and possibly wouldn't've come out of it in one piece. His mind had felt like it was baking, and he felt a slight chill to his head that relieved only part of the agony.
Five minutes, That's all her heard. Was her chanting. Five minutes, Five minutes...Over and over again, but it was something Edward was clinging to. He didn't understand what that meant, but possibly it would end with a good result. Maybe, just maybe.
His breathing was began short and scattered, his heart beat start to pulse out irregularly, his his fingers curled in on themselves gathering up the sheets of the bed along with them, "M-make it stop!" He cried, "P-please!" More a whimper coming out after. Something Edward never did was complain, he rarely got sick either...
But all those stupid crucio spells, and others Edward hadn't even recognized, was sending him into a spiraling fever. Right now he wished he could die, anything to stop this! Anything at all! If that meant death then so be it, but please just let this end!
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Post by Callidora Wilkes on Feb 7, 2008 0:56:56 GMT -5
"Five minutes" She continued to repeat, her body shaking. She was not a fan of pain, not like this anyway. She continued to hold on, shaking under the pressure of her own agony, though very slight compared to what Edward was feeling. Her tears streamed down her cheeks, and her chanting continued.
Her eyes had shut when the pain first started, much like a child fearing for their short life. "Five minutes." She repeated, forcing her eyes open to look at the potion. It was a bad idea because the potion hadn't even begun to change color to dignify itself as ready. That meant this pain would still conitnue for about four minutes and thirty seconds.
Her hands shook and she felt sick. She let go of Edward, her shaking becoming a bit violent to be holding onto a sick boy. She looked at him, eyes filled with pain. "Y....you are mu....ch st....rong...er th...an me. Poo.....ooo...kie." She said, using her own pet name for him out f habit. True they hadn't been together for two years but in a moment like this, she called him Pookie. Besides, no one was around to hear it.
Callidora found herself shaking less as she found herself staring into Edward's eyes. She got lost in the depth of them, finding herself thinking about what kind of man could possibly do such a thing to such a good man. "Bastard." She said, her shaking conitnuing as she glanced at the potion, blushing slightly as she realized she had stared into those eyes for the remaining five minutes.
She took her wand, gave Edward an apologetic look and realeased his pain back to him full blown. She acted fast from there, grabbing the potion, putting it into a cup and she put it to his lips. "Drink love. Drink fast." She said, praying that it would cure him. She prayed with every ounce of love and compassion in her heart that this would work. She wouldn't know what to do otherwise.
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Post by edward on Feb 7, 2008 16:47:34 GMT -5
The pain in his head numbed everything else out. At least it tried. But then it seemed as he tried to focus on the heat, the migraine increased. One second it had been there, then it was gone--now it was back! Stupid, stupid fevers! Why couldn't the old man simply punch him or something? Wouldn't that just be easier?!
The hard part here was actually getting his mouth on the glass. He knew it was there, could feel the cold liquid barely sliding against his lips, but Edward was shaking so much that he felt if he actually tried too hard he'd either spill it or puke it right back up.
Whimpering, he knew he had to try. Plus there was really no other choice, Calli only used that vile nickname of hers when things were serious...when there was a way to either utterly embaress him(mostly for revenge, and Ed would deserve it), to make him mad, or when she tried to persuade him. In this instance, persuade him to suck down the potion that could possibly cure him.
Taking a dry gulp, he let his lips suckle on the rim of the glass before he managed to tilt it enough so he could guzzle the stuff down. Whimpering as he did so, he just hoped this would help him. This heat was just to painful to bare.
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Post by Callidora Wilkes on Feb 7, 2008 17:26:24 GMT -5
Callidora watched as Edward drank the liquid and she did so intently, floo powder ready on the table to take them to St. Mungos if this did not work. She was a talented witch but she had no more tricks up her sleeve. Besides, she wasn't wearing any sleeves.
She reached for him, looking for signs of healing or of him getting worse. She had formed a headache just in thought of how painful it must be for him. "Come on Pookie." She pleaded, trying to convince him to fight the pain.
She watched him intently, still looking for a sign of what she should do.
[At work. Sorry it sucks]
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Post by edward on Feb 7, 2008 17:43:58 GMT -5
Seemed for a moment nothing happened, but suddenly wave after wave passed over him. His breathing stopped, and his heart shuttered from the impact. But just as all could possibly seem lost, it seemed as if a whole bucket of ice water was poured ontop of him. Dousing the flames that had possibly been consuming him.
The trembeling his body had been making, the jerking movements were slowly dying out. The whimpers stayed of course, just after effects, but it seemed as if something was finally managing to cool him down. It didn't matter if he felt cold, on the outside his body was trying to return to its normal status--
He faintly heard Calli call him pookie again, and part of him still felt enraged, but he'd focus on that matter later. Right now he let his eyes close, and took in a deep amount of air as his lungs finally began working--and his heart finally began pulsing regularly.
(Nah: it's rocks!)
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Post by Callidora Wilkes on Feb 7, 2008 17:53:02 GMT -5
"Thank Merlin!" Callidora said with a breath of relief. She let go of his hand, not realizing she had picked it up though she did know she grabbed some part of him. Her hands were still shaking, mostly from the adreneline rush of it all. Now that her adreneline level was going down, she felt tired.
Having just ran into Abraxas moments before, her energy levels were down and now, worrying about Edward, they were drained and she looked a bit fatigued. She gave him a moment to recoup before she started the argument that would persist for a few days. "You're not going back there." She said, not offering him the choice.
She had moved to sit down, trying to regain some energy as her shopping was far from over. She looked at him, her hair falling around her face. She was dead serious and from the look she gave him, she was preapred to fight for it. For now, she would wait for a response.
[You are just being sweet.]
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Post by edward on Feb 7, 2008 18:06:10 GMT -5
Taking huge breaths, one right after another. He was allowing the pulse inside him to slow down and for his body to return to its original state. Right now it was sort of in mending chaos, which was better then before--but still...chaos is chaos. No matter the state.
Hearing her words, the only thing Edward could pull out in response was this, "yes I am" The words were rasped, and very quiet. Almost inaudible, but he knew she heard him, or at least he hoped she did.
Edward wasn't really in a state to where he understood his answer, the words just spilled out automatically. Eventually he'd have reasoning behind his defense, but for now, he'd just let the words spill from his mouth.
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