Ain't no sunshine when she is gone (Kenlie, Doc)

[Kenlie (DELETED 4989)]

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

Dominique: “Fine?!” Dominique looked to Kenlie who was still and lifeless. “I have watched her for two days...possibly more and not left her and she has not woke up or twitched or whatever. She is supposed to get up and walk and …” She looked back to Doc. “Ya know we may never bridge that troubled water between us but I do care about what happens to her. Sorry if this has been a pain in your ***. She liked you. I am in it for her. Obviously you are too. So, let’s give her a little more dignity than a slap across the face?”

Doc: “Slapping stimulates the body. Slapping a hysterical person will cause them to focus. Slapping choking people used to be considered a way to help them, because it started them and relaxed them, so the object was easier to dislodge. We now have the Heimlich Maneuver which is far more effective. We used to slap infants, to stimulate and clear air passages. Now then. Do you smell anything? No. Do you see maggots? No. She doesn’t need to breathe, she isn’t hysterical. But she may need stimulation. Your call.”

Dominique: Dominique didn’t even blink as he went on with how a slap and choke was great for the receiver. He was the coldest ******** she ever met. She had met several but Charles Nilson took the whole damn cake, balloons and the presents that go with it. what Kenlie though was so nice about him was a mystery to Dominique. He was nice when it served him. Maybe that was it. Now she was more irritated and yet not enough that she knew he was responding to her request for help.

Doc: As she glared at him, he sighed, “For **** sake..” He slapped Carmen.

Dominique: Dominique then witnessed and heard the very thing she thought perhaps Doc was not entirely serious about. The sound of his hand landing on her sister’s body was enough for her to want to jump forward and give him enough to have his own orienting start.

Dominique: “You ******* slapped her?!” Her voice was growling before her mind caught up with what she was saying out loud. “What the hell happened to the sternum rub or something like that? I had enough of those thanks to you. They work! I woke up!”

Doc: Doc made a disgusted face, “Oh right.. you would be screaming foul if I put my hand anywhere near her breasts.. “

Kenlie: It was like being in a really deep sleep. Deeper than the deepest sleep you’ve ever had. The shitty part is being able to hear almost everything, and not being able to move. Not until your mind’s fully active, long after every single organ in your body has let go and there’s nothing left but the blood. The weight in her veins felt odd, as she was suddenly more aware of it than she’d ever been in her life. And that’s not to mention the sensitivity to the sound around her. The bickering, especially. When Charles’ palm met her cheek, Kenlie gave a twitch of her eye and slowly rolled over onto her stomach. With her voice muffled by a Mickey Mouse pillow, she mumbled, “You’re both so loud…”


Doc: Doc looked at Carmen, he then turned and smiled a smile that gloated clearly at Dominique, enunciating slowly and clearly. “Told you.” By Dominique’s appalled look, he smirked knowingly, that he was right. The slap was the way to go, as he waited for Carmen to grace them with a few more syllables. He looked back at Carmen, and propped on the edge of the bed, now ignoring Dominique, “Apologies, Your sister was a little hysterical.” Even though she was now face down, he asked her, “What do you remember Carmen?”

Dominique: Dominique did not want to believe Doc had not said what he just did. There was no way she would entertain his hand being near her breasts for anything else than to do what the sternum massage was supposed to do. Had he lost his mind again? Thankful that things were looking up, Dominique turned her attention to what mattered most. The fact Kenlie was responding was a major relief. Now if she would take the news that she no longer had a failing heart was the next big question.

Kenlie: Her head was still cloudy; the way people usually feel after sleeping for way too long, or after drinking the previous night. Doc and Dominique sounded like they were far away and too loud at the same time, kind of like being underwater. Slowly, Kenlie pushed up on an elbow and lifted her head so she could rub the sleep from her eyes and take a breath. Instantly, she could feel the fire in her throat that came with overwhelming thirst, and she made a sour face.

“I had a really strange ******* dream,” she began, only to pause when the fog started to lift. She pushed herself further up so she was halfway sitting and settled her brown gaze on Charles’ face. “Why are you here?”

Deep down, she didn’t really have to ask that question. She felt different. Weird. A hand lifted up to touch the right side of her face, where her cheekbone had been absolutely crushed from the impact the night before. Frowning, the girl reached that hand back down to shove the Mickey covers to the side. She realized then, she wasn’t actually in any clothes. Just as quickly as she’d pushed them off, she grabbed a bunch of her covers and pulled them up to her chin.

“What happened.”

[Doc]

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

Doc: Doc looked at Carmen, “You were in a single vehicle motorcycle accident. I was the Trauma Surgeon on call..” He calmly smoothed the sheets back out, from where she had clutched and bunched them. His voice was calm but assuring as he explained, “You have been out of it for a while. You were quite sick. You coded twice before we got you back.” He pulled a pen light from his inside jacket pocket, shining it into one of her eyes, then the other, checking for equal pupil reaction. This was the first time he was actually around for the ‘waking’ event, he wanted to get some baseline stats, just for the record. He was a ******* horrible sire; he should already know this ****. “Can you tell me how you are feeling?” As he waited for her answer, he re-pocketed the penlight and picked up her hand, and flexed it at the wrist, “Any pain anywhere?”

Kenlie: So it wasn’t a dream, she thought. And almost instantly, her mind started reeling with worries and questions, one after the other. Before she could speak, he was shining that stupid damn light in her eyes and she squinted both of them shut. Kenlie’s hands lifted up to cover and rub at her eyelids as she slid back. Christ, was she sensitive to light.

“Jesus. But shouldn’t I be in the hospital, then? Why am I--”

She cut herself off as a worst case scenario jumped into her head. Had she had Rock Skin activated? What if they tried to poke her with an IV, and her skin didn’t give? What if they noticed that there was something odd about her? What if…

“Oh, ****.” Her gaze flicked to her sister’s for a few moments, but her attention was redirected to Doc when he asked her some of his own questions. How was she feeling?

“Thirsty,” she murmured. It was the first word that came to mind. “And my throat hurts…”

Doc: Doc looked from Carmen to Dominique at her colorful expletive and comment about thirstiness, and gave Dominique a look that said, ‘looks like you don’t need me anymore’. He then back to Carmen, “Well you seem to be on the mend. You still have that feistiness I love..I was only here because she was about to have ******* meltdown. You know how she can get.” Doc rolled his eyes, for Carmen’s view only,.”However I think I need to make my exit. You two have some serious… talking to do.”

Kenlie: Kenlie peeked at the two of them through parted fingers for a few seconds. When she finally dropped both hands, she clutched the blanket against her chest and gave a perplexed look to Charles. “But you didn’t tell me why I’m not at the hospital… or how long I’ve been out? Or…” Her gaze flicked back to Dominique questioningly.

Doc: Doc stood up, “I know..” He said to Carmen, as he looked at Dominique, this was her job now, he wasn’t going to make it easy for her. She gave him **** for his role in her turning. It was time for her to see things from his point of view. As he strode out of the room, he paused long enough to give Dominique a warning. “Do not ever ******* order me around again.” He left room, made his way downstairs and out to his car.

Dominique: Dominique felt like a deer caught in the headlights that found her before she was able to bolt. Not that she wanted to run from this. Kenlie was spared and if she had the chance she would do it all over again. As Kenlie asked questions and Doc gave his words of retreat she stepped closer only to find Doc bridging the rest of the distance as he passed leaving her a warning. She felt it from head to toe as he looked at her. They would always have issues but Kenlie was sitting there because of him. Had he not came for her Kenlie would be gone. He didn’t have to...he could have been busy elsewhere or worse allowed the moment to pass and reminded her later she made him promise something. All of this went through her head as the warning settled in her for future reference. Her eyes lifted to meet Kenlie’s.

“There was two options in that room, Kenlie. Dying was one.” Words were hard to come by but she was going to have a long time to get them out. For now she closed the space between them and slid her fingers to Kenlie’s neck and leaned over and kissed her head. “And it was not the option you deserved.” She looked down at her and smiled as her eyes started filling up. “I will be right back. I need to thank him. He saved your life and he didn’t have to.”

Dominique was out of the room and down the stairs clearing the grass and gravel on the drive up barefoot. She was not too late as she placed her open palms on the drivers side window of the car. For all that they had been through it was a long time coming. She patted her hands twice against the glass.

[Kenlie (DELETED 4989)]

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Doc: Doc had almost had a clean get away. The smugness he felt as he put the key in the ignition died, as he saw her come running out of the door. What the **** now? He turned the key enough to activate the window controls and then depressed the driver side window button, allowing the window to slide effortless down a few scant inches. “Now what?” The tone held barely repressed long-suffering frustration in its depths. His gaze was glacial.

Dominique: “Yeah. I know I was demanding. I have been a ***** too. I never knew she existed until a while back. Long story but short of it is I fucked up with those who mattered in the past. She wouldn’t be talking and up there without you making it possible. I know it may not mean anything right now but I owe you. Not only that I am sorry for being a ***** when you have been trying. Thank you for giving us both a second chance if that makes any sense?” She sighed and pulled her hands away from the window that was partially open. “Sorry.”

Doc: Doc sighed. He was still annoyed, but **** it.. when she looked at him with those big brown beseeching eyes, he simply couldn’t verbally eviscerate her like he wanted. “Yea… fine…” The words were sighed in a drawn out, ‘I-give-in’ fashion. ******* Females!! When would he learn? Now he had two of them. Yes two.. because one would not be that far from the other. He sighed again.

Dominique: Dominique has slid her hands into her back pockets while he spoke. She held his gaze and allowed a smile to pull at her lips. It was there and genuine without anything behind it but gratitude and acceptance that he understood she meant it.

“Please look out for her if anything happens and I am not there?” She stepped back. “She is worth everything it takes.” She nodded after she said it.

Doc: He almost asked why she wouldn’t be there, but it would probably start yet another fight. “I will protect her. You should warn her.. I tend to take that seriously.” He paused, “You should realize that yourself. Don’t hide **** from me. I will find out.. and it won’t be pretty if you should have told me first. You tell me first.. we can work it out. I find out on my own.. it will get ugly.”

Dominique: “Agreed.” She eyed him with a smile and nodded slowly. “You got it.” She turned on her bare feet and made her way back into Vita Bella to find Kenlie.

Kenlie: Kenlie sat curled up on the bed for a minute, absolutely stunned into silence. If death was one option, then the other one was…

“Oh my god,” she whispered beneath her breath, cupping one hand over her mouth as her eyes widened at the door both Charles and Dominique had exited through. Fingers shaking, she dropped her hand and shoved the blankets aside once more so she could plant her feet on the ground and stand up. With a purpose, she practically stomped to the vanity at the corner of her bedroom and placed herself to stand before the mirror. What she saw there was something she didn’t expect -- or did, really. Absolutely nothing.

She wasn’t sure what to think about it. One one hand, her existence had been at stake. In the same vein, though, the existence she had been accustomed to was completely gone. Well, maybe not completely… She had her job, the bar, Mkvenner, Charles, and Dominique. Charles and Dominique. ****.

Without wasting another second, she padded around her room in search of something to throw on. She settled on a black mid-drift shirt over a sports bra, panties and a pair of cut-off denim shorts that she’d worn a few days prior. She was buttoning the latter up when Dominique strode back in, and instantly whipped around to look her sister in the eye.

“So I’m like you now?” The question wasn’t accusing or condemning. In a way, it was hopeful.

Dominique: Dominique was almost within reach but decided that this was not the time to be hugging her. Kenlie was up on her feet and going about things with a lot more reception than she did. That was a good sign. She deserved the comfort of adjusting. a inked foot went back and Dominique went with it while sliding her hands into her back pockets.

“Better than being dead, Kenlie.” She was matter of fact in her tone. “At first I thought different but now I see things in a much more realistic way. No matter what you feel I will say the other option was you alone flat on your back on a cold steel slab that would need a hand to pull it out of the freezer to see you. Anything you go out and do from this moment forward would never be. Remember that the next time you laugh, you cry or you love. It would never have been if not for one unthinkable act. Sometimes it is a gift.”

Dominique would likely have never said those words or believed them as much as she did looking at her sister who was as close to death as one could be less than 72 hours ago. She left it at that. Her lips closed into a smile.

Kenlie: The younger of the sisters never lifted her gaze away from the other’s, so Dominique could see the moisture welling up in it. It wasn’t angry; it wasn’t even sad. And when Dom smiled, she smiled, too. “I can… live with that.”

And with that, Kenlie grabbed her stash box from the vanity dresser and made her way to the bedroom door. She passed her sister by a few feet and then paused to look over her shoulder, head tilting in a gesture. “I’m going downstairs for a toke… You coming?”

Dominique: Dominique was behind her without a single word. What really mattered hardly changed at all.