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Re: Playing Nurse [Jersey]
Posted: 21 May 2014, 07:14
by Jersey
Her eyebrows pressed together when she looked back up to study his features, listening to the way he answered her, but at least he answered her. She was pleased with his answer, though. It had been something she had expected and it took her a few minutes to answer him. There were quite a bit of books that she could say that her favorites, both modern and classics. Lifting her green eyes to the asylum looming in front of them, the blonde moved her arm back around his hips.
"I’m torn." She finally spoke up, "Because I quite like Antigone by Sophocles – I found a beat up copy in the bookstore, but I’m also fond of The Temptest by Shakespeare. Although... it is a play. Hm." The blonde honestly didn’t think it mattered entirely as she reached for the door once they were close enough. Like before, she pulled away from him to hold open the door and waited.
She debated quietly for a few moments with herself, and then after it was over, she gave into her concern by asking, "What’s wrong?" He could answer however he wanted, of course. Her fingertips lightly pressed into the door as she exhaled softly, taking in his scent and the outdoors behind him as she inhaled. "You know you can tell me anything."
And that was how she felt, he could. She wasn’t pressuring him to tell her, she never would and it was clear as she looked him over that she was concerned for him. Jersey offered him a soft smile as she set her hip lightly against the door before nodding her head in the direction of the elevator, "We’re almost back to the room, too. Then you can relax."
Re: Playing Nurse [Jersey]
Posted: 22 May 2014, 13:27
by Peter Parkman
The Asylum, of course.
Peter didn’t know whether he was happy or disappointed that this was where they had come back to. Of course, once they reached the door, he remembered that it was the easiest, and that Keara had asked for him to stay there. Still, though – it didn’t matter that the forest was riddled with ancient creatures who’d want nothing more than to maul him to death, he still craved the comfort of his cabin. There was something about being in the middle of a city that made him feel claustrophobic, the presence of all those people pressing in on his consciousness.
He had to try to forget where he was, and just remember who he was with. He remembered that the dogs were upstairs, and almost hurried inside only because he wanted to climb into that bed and invite them all up onto it with him. All of their warm bodies around him, with the rhythm of all their tiny hearts, fast and full of loyalty and love.
Jersey asked what was wrong and Peter knew that he should tell her. But he had no idea how to explain it. He just shook his head as he waited for her at the base of the elevator.
”It’s nothing. Probably just my head,” he said with a flimsy smile. And even as he said it, he leaned against Jersey again – the world spinning around him. There was a throbbing pain behind his eye; no doubt his body catching up, healing itself, and not appreciation the extra exertion. He closed his eyes as he sighed. A couple of more nights, and he should be fine. Right? And then everything can go back to normal.
Re: Playing Nurse [Jersey]
Posted: 22 May 2014, 22:13
by Jersey
She shut the door behind her when he was inside, following after him like she always did before she slipped her arm once more against his hips as he leaned into her. She set her head against his shoulder and turned her face to her chest, pressing a kiss to the spot. "Take it easy, for me?" Leaning forward to press the button, Jersey then set her free hand against his abdomen where she rubbed her thumb against the cloth of his shirt and stayed close at his side. The images went through her head of when she had found him and she pushed the thoughts away.
He was getting better, he was fine and those were the things that Jersey thought about; she had noticed it as the days passed and it soothed her nerves as time went on. When the elevator doors opened, the blonde gently pulled him inside before she pressed the button open and waited as the doors slid shut. "I might go by the cabin tomorrow after work, clean up a bit so it’ll look nice when we come home." Before Keara had summoned him, she remembered that she had done some picking up, but she envisioned a small layer of dust on everything.
Jersey leaned into him gently, enjoying the way she seemed to fit against him while she waited. "Can I get you anything from there, love?" She wondered about it quietly, about what she could do to clean up the cabin. Maybe just straighten up a little bit, wash their sheets and remake the bed. She could clean out the kennels, too, and wipe down the bathroom. Mop the floors, although his blood hadn’t left anything that she had seen. It had faded into thin air. She was making a mental list.
Re: Playing Nurse [Jersey]
Posted: 24 May 2014, 13:36
by Peter Parkman
Peter was taking it easy. He was taking it very easy. Or so he thought – or so he tried to do. Truth was, however, that he wasn’t quite as well as he thought he might be. He didn’t know whether it was the head injury or whether it was something different. Maybe the head injury triggered something else, something that had been lying dormant, something that had been subdued by medication and which only now woke up, realising that it was no longer numbed by foreign chemicals.
Whatever the case, Peter felt his head spin, and something twitch in the corner of his mind – completely unaware that his own eye twitched in correspondence. There was a certain way that he kept the cabin. There were certain days on which he cleaned, specific products that he used, specific places for specific items. Sure, he’d been lax, but only because when human, he had the medication. It allowed him to relax a little, even though he still vaguely kept to his routines.
It shouldn’t bother him that Jersey was going to go clean up. It should make him happy. But there was that small part of him that worried that she wouldn’t do it right. He wanted to tell her no. He wanted to go with her. He wanted to do it himself. Only ever himself, his own space, to make sure it was done properly.
He swallowed, but didn’t say anything. He closed his eyes and swayed, and shook his head. He could have asked for a specific book. In truth, he didn’t even think about what he might want or need. What he wanted was to go home. Failing that, the dogs were here, and they would be a comfort to him. They had to be. Jersey, too, was a comfort, but her suggestion about cleaning up had him wary. And he didn’t like it. He remembered the way this felt; the way his OCD heightened his paranoia. If she thought that he was a bucket of nerves when she met him, she had another thing coming if the OCD kicked in properly, with full force.
Instead of saying anything he murmured something incomprehensible. He couldn’t understand what had happened to bring this on so suddenly. Just a nice, simple walk in the park and now here he was in the elevator, freaking out for no reason. He took a deep breath and started to count to ten, in his head. He tried to make himself unaware of what was going on around him, willing to be led by Jersey, to be taken back to his bed. He would apologise to her when his head was clear again.
Re: Playing Nurse [Jersey]
Posted: 24 May 2014, 20:50
by Jersey
When his eye twitched, Jersey lifted her eyebrow softly and she rubbed her thumb over his skin as her concern for the man beside her rose. She knew Peter was OCD and given the time she’d lived with him, she felt confident in knowing the way he liked things in his home. Still, she would understand if he had said no. Her hand moved to his hip and she looked up at the man gently. Admittedly, it didn’t bother her. He understood that she didn’t remember things about her past, and he had also gotten used to the fact she preferred physical contact, especially with him.
He didn’t judge her for things, and she would never do it to him; it was just that simple. She decided against doing anything without him there, however, as he shook his head – to what she wasn’t sure but she didn’t mind it. She could at least change her mind for his sake. "Never mind that then, handsome." Jersey spoke gently before she studied his features with concern playing across her own. She loved this man and there were things she would have to get used to. She remembered what he said about the pills not working any more.
It was almost, it seemed, to be like her difficulty in sleeping; although she found herself perfectly comfortable when it came to sleeping in his arms. When he swayed, she kept her hold on him as she had the day she found him injured and then softly leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek. Listening to the mumble, she felt her eyebrows lift as she tried to understand what he said before pushing it aside and gently leading back to their room. A few more days and they would be back in the cabin, back on his couch where she would be resting comfortably at his side and reading.
Maneuvering around the multiple excited furry bodies after pushing the door shut with her foot, Jersey reached the bed and pulled back the sheets for him. She didn’t like not knowing what to do to help him other than just being there at his side, but at least she could do something right? But she knew, in the end, everything would be alright. Wouldn’t it? Yes, she thought to herself. Reaching down to scratch at Hunter's head as the large dog greeted her, she offered a soft smile up to her partner.
Re: Playing Nurse [Jersey]
Posted: 25 May 2014, 12:58
by Peter Parkman
All Peter wanted to do as soon as they entered the room was to collapse on the floor amongst all the dogs. To let them tackle him, lick him, roll into him and generally demand all the attention that he could give to them. It was a thing that he often did at home; there was nothing at all like being greeted by a dog, let along five of them. Dogs might be only a small part of the life of a human, but a human is a dog’s whole life. And they showed it, too, their love and loyalty and devotion. It was humbling.
Rather than collapse, however, Peter found himself sliding gratefully beneath the sheets that Jersey had pulled back. When she had told him not to mind, he assumed she meant about the things that he might want that she could collect for him. He was still under the assumption that she was going to go to the cabin to clean up, but he didn’t let her leave just yet. He’d only paused to shuck the shoes from his feet, but otherwise landed under the sheets fully clothed. He didn’t wait to allow Jersey the freedom to change into more comfortable attire, and pulled her in under the sheets beside him. And, only when she was settled did he slap the bed to invite as many of the dogs up alongside them. As many that would come – and that, in the end, was all of them.
Peter threw his arms around Jersey, but that didn’t stop Jack and Ellie from weaselling their way under the covers and trying their hardest to get as close to their favourite people as possible. Ellie beat Jack to the punch, and ended up curling up in between Jersey and Peter. Jack ended up in the crook of Peter’s knee. Hunter, too big to go anywhere else, curled up at the end of the bed, though his head rested upon the lump that was Jersey’s calf. KD and was up by Peter’s head, behind him, her fur and her warmth tickling against his neck, while Lady mirrored KD’s position, over on the other side next to Jersey. They were, if nothing else, a blanket of warmth. There wasn’t too much room to move, but Peter didn’t care. Couldn’t care. Panic had started to tick, like a bomb waiting to explode, in the furrows of his heart and mind.
He could not allow that to happen. Couldn’t. And so he clung to the things that he loved, closed his eyes, and prayed that it would all go away.