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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on May 14, 2009 22:53:09 GMT -5
Ariel didn't want a healer to come! There were so many things that could be found out that he really really didn't want to have to explain. He could have sneaked out, but he really didn't have anywhere to go. So after a moment he laid down again, only this time he faced the wall when he curled up. He was feeling his mistakes worse than ever. He never should have agreed to come to the stupid club with Markise in the first place.
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Post by Markise Sterling on May 14, 2009 23:03:21 GMT -5
Markise didn't go back upstairs after the call. He didn't want to open the door to find Ariel in a rage or having slit his throat. He waited until the Healer arrived, a young man who couldn't have been long out of healing school, and did his best to describe Ariel's issues without mentioning the whys He said only that Logan had been attacked by a group of Muggles, beaten and raped. And he'd claimed to be Logan's brother in a fit of temporary insanity at the thought of whether they'd even let him know what happened. Then he led the Healer upstairs.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on May 14, 2009 23:09:01 GMT -5
Ariel refused to turn and look when he heard the feet coming up the stairs. It was very obviously two sets now and he didn't want to even acknowledge that there was a Healer. He huddled in a little further, though it only constricted his breathing more. He shouldn't have come here. He should have just...he didn't know what he should have done, but he could have hidden out in the Room of Requirement for a few days, or even in his dorm. The guys ignored him as it was...
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Post by Markise Sterling on May 15, 2009 7:40:10 GMT -5
"He's in here," Markise said, his voice low as he pushed the door open fully. He walked in and was relieved to find Ariel neither with his wand drawn nor bleeding to death. "I... found him here. He's bruised pretty badly."
The Healer nodded as he followed, then headed for the form curled on the mattress. "Logan, I'm Healer Quirke," he said, kneeling beside Ariel. "Your brother Maverick says you were attacked in London. Can you show me your injuries?"
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on May 15, 2009 12:42:07 GMT -5
Ariel's eyes opened wide in panic at the mention of Maverick, but he realized that there wasn't any way his brother was there, especially not so quickly. Still, he was suspicious as he turned around, but all he saw was some Healer and Markise. His eyes darted to Markise and he paused before he nodded and forced himself to uncurl his body. He tried to do as little actual talking as possible, instead using gestures and short, one or two word answers to the man's questions about what happened. His eyes widened again when the Healer mentioned it might be good for him to go with him to get rest and proper care. "No, I'm fine."
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Post by Markise Sterling on May 15, 2009 12:57:27 GMT -5
"You're not fine," Markise interrupted. "You said you needed help and this is help." The Healer seemed to be making notes more than paying attention right now, and though he knew the man could hear, he didn't force himself to stay silent on the subject. "I'm your brother, I'll sign you into St. Mungo's if that's what I think you need." It was, and at the moment, he had no issues with forging the signature of a man he'd never met.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on May 15, 2009 13:07:57 GMT -5
Ariel glared at Markise, "I'm seventeen, you don't control me." Even his real brother couldn't do anything about it, not if he really didn't want to go. He promptly ignored the fact that the Healer was there in the room. "I'll be fine with some potions and some time to sleep it off." He could get over it, especially if the Healer was able to get him some things.
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Post by Markise Sterling on May 15, 2009 13:39:10 GMT -5
Markise shook his head firmly. "What if something else is wrong?" Markise caught himself and closed his mouth, pressing his lips tightly together. He was getting too involved in this. He shouldn't be worrying about whether Ariel would be okay, shouldn't even be trying to help.
Stop trying to help me.
Markise squeezed his eyes shut and turned his head down and away, one hand rising over his eyes as though it would stop the prickling heat there. "Fine," he said softly. "Do whatever you want, I'm leaving tonight anyway." Would he regret it? No. I regret coming in the first place.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on May 15, 2009 13:50:23 GMT -5
Ariel firmly ignored whatever else the man had to say unless it had something to do with giving him potions or salves to help with the pain and the bruising. When the Healer finally left, Ariel looked up at Markise, only to turn his eyes away again. "Why did you tell him you were my brother?" he asked. He had even used the same name.
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Post by Markise Sterling on May 15, 2009 13:58:50 GMT -5
Markise remained silent for one long moment, debating whether to even acknowledge the question. He wanted to leave, he'd nearly followed the Healer out. He figured it didn't matter much, though. He was leaving the continent tonight and couldn't see himself ever coming back. Not like it could f~ things up any worse. "Because only family can visit people in the hospital," he said softly.
He swiped his hand over his eyes, not worried about ruining makeup he wasn't even wearing. He was sure if he showed up looking too pretty, his dad wouldn't budge far enough from the door for his mom to let him in.
Markise shook his head. "I'll go," he said. You don't want me here, anyway. He didn't let himself say it this time. He didn't want even a chance that Ariel would try to correct him. "Sorry I butted in." He turned to the nearest worktable and pulled a shrunken box out of his pocket, then his wand. "Stay as long as you want," he said, then started shrinking and packing things.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on May 15, 2009 14:18:09 GMT -5
Ariel had bitten back a bitter retort to what Markise had said originally, only to have the words fester in his mind. "Would you have come to visit me?" he asked finally as he watched Markise from his position laying down on the mattress. He couldn't imagine that Markise had intended to, especially considering how dead-set he seemed to be on leaving.
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Post by Markise Sterling on May 15, 2009 14:23:50 GMT -5
Markise shook his head, but it wasn't an answer. It was a refusal to answer. He didn't want to think about it enough to be honest with Ariel, and in truth, he was afraid of what the conclusion might be. "Besides," he said, as though the question hadn't existed, "They wouldn't have had to call your brother if he was already there." Why had he tried to protect Ariel? He should have called Maverick himself and told him everything. Markise didn't let himself think about the bitterness he was feeling.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on May 15, 2009 14:27:35 GMT -5
Ariel watched Markise for another few moments and then dropped his eyes and tucked one arm under his head. "I wish there was a way to take back everything I did to you," he admitted softly. Yes, he was bringing up old thoughts again, but he still felt horrible! And nothing at all had been resolved, and it drove him insane to think about it.
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Post by Markise Sterling on May 15, 2009 14:32:45 GMT -5
Markise shook his head again, slowly at first, then with determination as he dumped the rest of that table's contents into the shrunken box. "Don't say things like that," he said, the words barely more than a whisper. The tears began to fall all at once, but he gave one sniffle and wiped them away before he turned trembling toward his cloth table. He didn't want to hear it again. He didn't want to feel this, he wanted to go and have all his loose ends tied up neatly.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on May 15, 2009 14:36:24 GMT -5
Ariel closed his eyes and he told himself firmly that he shouldn't get up to help Markise...or to comfort him. "But...why?" he asked, his voice low like Markise's had been. He wanted to make things right, but he didn't know how he could even begin to do something like that. Why was he even trying anymore? Because he cared about Markise, it was a simple answer.
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