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Post by Austin Jace Spencer (Riley) on Aug 10, 2012 1:27:51 GMT -5
Austin wasn't sure exactly how he'd made it there, but he was at Lilly's. He knew she was probably home studying or sleeping. He knew her schedule pretty well so he was pretty sure she wasn't at the club at least not at this hour. Hopefully he wasn't disturbing her. His vision was already pretty fuzzy. He'd lost a lot of blood. His eyes were threatening to close. He limped a little further then he needed to sit. He was in a lot of pain really. He inched the last few feet to Lilly's door. He leaned himself up against the wall. He took what seemed like a few minutes to breathe. He hoped she was home. If she wasn't he wasn't sure if he'd make it out of the hall way.
He slowly lifted his hand and knocked on her door. He hoped it was loud enough to get her attention cause he didn't think he could knock again. His cell phone .. the one that's number was registered under Riley was .. well he wasn't sure where it was. His phone as Austin was in the box with his badge and gun in the trunk of his car, that was .. who knew where right now. He swallowed some letting his eyes close. It took her what felt like forever to answer the damn door. He was in the middle of dying and really he just needed her to hold his hand. He wasn't sure how much blood he'd lost between first being shot and then being shot again, and then on the way here and then sitting here. Good thing for everyone but him was his clothes were soaking up pretty much all of his blood.
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Post by Lillian Harper Kovack on Aug 14, 2012 0:45:29 GMT -5
Lilly should have been in bed, a normal person would take advantage of a night off work to catch up on some rest. Granted, most people would probably be working a late shift at a restaurant or something, not gyrating around a pole till the wee hours of the morning for drunken leachers/ She sat at her desk, bathed in the light of her laptop screen, looking a little wilted around the edges. She lifted her hand up and rubbed her eyes, stiffling a yawn. She really should go to sleep, she was sure the work she'd done in the last hour made little sense, but this was the only free time she had to work, and she had a research paper due in a few weeks. She held in another yawn, reaching blindly for a cup of cold coffee sitting on the edge of her desk. She gulpped down the ice cold liquid with a sigh. Her eyes were a little glazed over as she let her cheek rest on her hand.
She must have dozed off for a second, because she was suddenly startled awake when there was a knock at the door. “ Jesus. She muttered a little under her breath. She stood up, stretching her arms over her head, yawning loudly. She glanced at the clock at the wall, muttering again about who was there at that time of night. Clad in her pjs and bunny slippers, she shuffled to the door, too tired to even venture a guess about who it could be. She opened the door, staring for a minute, her eyes not quite registering what she was seeing. Blood, Riley... blood. A lot of blood. “ Oh my god, riley! tiredness vanished as she reached out for him, before pulling her arms back not sure if she should touch him, or what. “ Phone, where's my phone, you need an ambulance.”
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Post by Austin Jace Spencer (Riley) on Aug 14, 2012 16:04:26 GMT -5
Austin opened his eyes when Lilly opened the door. Man was he glad to see she was home. Though she was dressed for bed. Oh he woke her up now he felt bad. But really he didn't have any where else to go. She was pretty much the only friend he'd made. Or at least the only one he could trust. He managed a small smile towards her, she was always so beautiful even in her pajamas but that quickly erased with pain. He wasn't sure what to say at the moment. A hey how ya doing was a little out of the question. Though he supposed a I'm sorry for coming here so late and all bloody and stuff would do just fine. But then she was saying he needed an ambulance. He shook his head some trying not to hurt what was already hurting further.
"You cant call an ambulance. They'll blow my cover." He could have used a better choice of words but he figured with as much blood as he lost she wouldn't take him word for word as to what he was really talking about. "I .. I'm sorry to come here. But I .. I need your help no hospitals just you. I'll pay you back, what ever you need its yours. Just don't let me die" There were a number of reasons he couldn't go to the hospital, starting with he was and under cover cop and ending with this was the mobs doing and it would get back to the police department. They had to keep quiet and treat him here and hope it would be enough. "Shoulder wound is through and through .. Pretty sure the one in my leg isn't." He didn't know what she was studying in school but he had his full confidence in her that she could help him.
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Post by Lillian Harper Kovack on Aug 26, 2012 0:49:20 GMT -5
Lilly looked at him, frozen for a moment, chewing on her lip. A cover? HE was worried about screwing up his useless, stupid mob gig? What was the point of that? When he was practically bleeding out in front of her apartment? Seemed to her that if the roles were reversed, she'd deal with the consequences of having to answer a few questions from the police, rather than risk her life. But she supposed that was the difference between her and him. She was in this life because she had no choice, and given the chance, she'd be out of there as fast as she could. Riley chose this. He was a good guy, a nice guy, but at the end of the day, he'd made the decesion to be one of the bad guys. So maybe it was better to lay in a pool of his own blood rather than risk talking to the cops. But he was talking again, saying something about not letting him die, and it spurred her to action. She may not have much of an idea what she was doing, but one of the benefits of having such a stupidly logical mind, was that Lilly could look at this objectively. The freak out could, and undoubetedly would, come later. For now, there was just the matter of sorting him out.
“ Right. Right. Ok....I can do this” she said, mostly to herself. Crouching down, she grabbed under his arms, trying to help him stand. “ First off we need to get you out of the hall before one of my neighboors decides to call an ambulance anyways. Ok. Count of three, I'm going to help you up. Right. One.... two.... three..” she pulled him into a standing position, carefully as she could, not wanting to hurt him more than he was already, and helped lead him into the apartment, kicking the door closed behind her. Her head was spining, trying to ignore the blood. There was a reason she'd not gone into medicine. She helped him to a chair and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, thinking of every bad movie she'd ever seen and how they sorted this kind of crap out. “ We need to clean it and cauterize it” she said, again, more to herself than to him. She dashed to the bathroom, grabbing spare towels from the closet and a bottle of Hydrogen peroxide, the only thing she really had to disinfect anything. She came back to the kitchen, dropping the stuff onto the table. “ OK, let's deal with that leg first... You, uh, you need to get your pants off... this is probably going to hurt though... Just stand up, I'll yank them off... well not yank, that would hurt- you know what I mean” she said, babbling a little nervously.
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Post by Austin Jace Spencer (Riley) on Aug 26, 2012 3:57:05 GMT -5
Austin let his eyes close while she figured out what to do. Then he felt her pulling on his arms to get him up. He nodded to her words and he let his hands grab a hold of her. Then when she counted to three he did his best to get to his feet without giving her a bunch of trouble. Of course with the bullet in his leg it hurt like hell but not wanting to alert her neighbors he let it out with a grunt. Then he limped hanging on to her into the apartment. She took him to the kitchen and sat him down in a chair. Then she was moving out of the room probably to get something to clean him up with. He felt bad for putting this on her. She was sweet to help him and even sweeter for not calling the ambulance anyways and not listening to him.
Then she was back with towels and stuff. Then she was telling him it was the leg first and he needed to take his pants off. Maybe he hadn't thought this through enough. He wasn't sure they were at a point in their relationship where taking his pants off in front of her would be ok. But it wasn't really right to fight with the girl who was helping you when you were in a bloody mess in her kitchen. It took him a minute and then he was standing though it was increasingly becoming harder to do so. He let his hand from his unhurt arm move from bracing him while he stood to undoing his belt but then he needed to brace himself again. "I'm sorry to be bothering you with this." He felt the need to apologize again. "Ah .. I don't know if I can stand the cauterizing .. a needle and thread sounds a whole lot better. I don't mean to be picky.. I've just I've seen the .. movies and I don't have the stomach for it" He was sure for a man in the 'mob' he probably just sounded like a pansy or something.
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