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Post by England on Apr 17, 2013 22:56:18 GMT -5
If England wasn't as disoriented before, Egypt's sudden appearance made everything so much more shocking. The world seemed to fade out in sound, and all England could see was a slightly blurry, silent movie playing in fast forward in front of his eyes. There was a slight buzzing in his ears, and his throat locked up. He hadn't reacted to Israel's urgency because he was the only one who had begun moving so quickly, and even Israel didn't speak so much. With Egypt's sudden entrance, though, something snapped inside of him and hysterics welled up inside of him dangerously quickly.
"H-He's O positive," he stammered out, trying to catch up with the orders, but unable to because everything went so frustratingly quick. "I-I'm O positive, if you... If you need..." But he doubted the medics even heard it. It was like nobody even waited for him anymore. He hated this position of being ignored. But it wasn't about him, was it? He was just being selfish now, and he couldn't resent anyone else but himself for it, though he did. He hated Egypt, he hated Israel, he even hated silent, cooperative Czech Republic. He hated America for having gone and done this to himself. And he hated himself most of all for not being able to do a thing.
He stepped aside from the surgery tent flap so that the medics wouldn't barrel into him as they rushed around and watched the blur of colours come and go. Even Czech Republic wasn't there anymore, and that only left England standing in the middle of it all and looking like an idiot, covered in mud and blood like that. He just wished he had something to do. His only purpose here was his boyfriend.
Slipping into the tent, he picked a corner to stumble into and watch, white-faced, as America was hooked up to half a dozen different machines. There was too much noise in his head and around him, and he let out a tiny whimper as the buzzing turned into a flat line that progressively got louder the more America was crowded around. There were so many terms flying about in his head and they didn't mean a thing to him in his hysteria. It was like all his previous knowledge and leadership had flown out of his head, and the flat line contaminated whatever reason he had left. He didn't understand a thing, except that America was going to die.
"Stop it," he cried out hoarsely, surprised by his own voice. "You're smothering him! Stop it! You're going to kill him!" His tone got louder and in a burst of aggressiveness, he grabbed Egypt's arm to stop him from moving so fast and making him feel so fucking mad, mad, crazy mad! The blood on his hand conjured a spot of death on Egypt's sleeve, and he quickly snatched his hand back, unable to bear the sight of it. He killed everything he touched. Everything that got close would wither away. Nothing had changed all of these long, painful centuries. England was still as mad as ever.
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Post by Egypt on Apr 18, 2013 8:15:48 GMT -5
'H-he's O positive... I'I'm O positive, if you... If you need.' Egypt shook his head softly, his back still turned to England. He was checking over the I.V. drip on the fluids for America and was deciding where to but the other drip for the blood when Czech got back. They were pressed for time and they didn't have time to dawdle around. America's life was almost literally in their hands at the moment, there was no room for messing up. "That won't be necessary England, though I will keep that in mind if we need more blood at a later date." Egypt heard as England stumbled out and stumbled back in. He distantly heard the nation's voice as he started mumbling softly at first then as his voice rose. 'Stop it... You're smothering him! Stop it! You're going to kill him!-- If England had said anymore Egypt wouldn't have heard it. The white noise in his ears drowned anything else out as the Mediterranean nation had a flash back to when he was still forming. Several hundred years back when his mother, Ancient Egypt was still around. A woman was held back as several medics frantically treated the woman's husband, whose legs had been crushed by a falling slab of sand stone. She had said the exact same thing as she tried desperately to get pasted the nation to her unconscious mate. Egypt was snapped out of his flash back as a strong vice like hand clapped down on his upper arm, leaving a bloody hand print in it's wake. Egypt's eyes snapped back into focus as England retreated a few paces back. Egypt saw the look in the hysteric nations eyes. Sorrow, regret, rage, grief; he wanted nothing but to run away and hide but the urge to be at his lover's side was pulling him back. It was driving him crazy and there was nothing anyone could do. Egypt acted on instinct, clearing the space between the two nations in the blink of an eye, and took hold of the smaller nation's neck tie. Hoisting England to Egypt's eye level, Gupta addressed the hysteric nation with a steely demeanor, all business with no room for doubt. "I won't let you go near him, not yet anyway. I guarantee that we will save America, with his legs in tact. But your going to have to believe in us and America's will to survive. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" By the time Egypt was finish he was close to yelling. He tried to recomposed himself, setting the smaller nation back down on the tiled floor. He turned away from everyone, trying to resist the urge to hit anyone, breathing heavily. He was trembling now, hands clinched into tight fists. A bead of sweat rolled down his temple. He looked down at America whose image changed to that of the man all those years ago. He was determined to save America, no matter the cost.
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Post by England on Apr 18, 2013 19:19:37 GMT -5
England's survival instinct kicked in so violently that he did not realize he had acted on impulse until the animalistic snarl had tainted his features. He was being irrational, and he knew it. Right upon returning to his senses, he took a step back from Egypt, and internally addressed his own idiocy and the shame that he was surely bringing upon himself. What was a leader that could not even control himself? Disposable. He would get nowhere with that attitude. And nobody would respect him if he didn't fix himself.
"Don't touch me," he mumbled half-heartedly and fixed his collar where he was grabbed, turning his eyes away. There was the steady beeping of machine pervading his thoughts, and he was scared and confused and guilty and nothing seemed like it could make everything go away. He glanced momentarily at America, and seeing him so broken and dying right in front of his eyes make him feel sick and fragile and like he was withering away inside. Why could everyone but himself keep his cool? Would they even be able to keep cool after they cut off all of the dirty cloth tied around his wounds and saw what a horrible mess he'd gotten himself in? Perhaps they would. And England would hate all of them, and himself, a lot more. He was a shame to all of them and he needed to leave before things got worse.
He made a show of whipping around and stalking out of the tent with an aggressive flourish because he was hoping that the nations who had seen his beginnings of a breakdown would forget that it happened and would swallow the image he projected, and not his inner self. He had to be calm and composed, not only for others, but for himself as well. He was a disgrace to the names of nations worldwide for having collapsed so easily.
For now, he would leave America in their hands and go take a shower. He hoped that the scalding water would be able to burn the guilt and anguish right off of him, and clean out every spot of blood on his hands. Then again, he should not have hoped, knowing that that was impossible.
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Post by Czech Republic on Apr 18, 2013 22:16:33 GMT -5
Everything was happening so fast. Czech didn't even know that she was in front of one of their local scientists, demanding quickly for a vaccine. It seemed that since Egypt had arrived everything was chaos for her poor disorganized mind. Once gaining the vaccine she took off with great speed, being careful not to drop the precious substance she carried motivated by the fact that one of her dearest friends was dying at this moment.
Arriving back she paused seeing England start to have what appeared to be a mental breakdown that is until Egypt put a stop to it. She watched him as he left the tent sensing tension and thus knew better than to talk or touch him knowing it from years off experience that it would not be wise. Her eyes now turned to the tent as she approached the two medics offering the precious vaccine to them.
"Here you go Egypt..." She took a step back to finally take a good look at her friend's state of health and found it was not a pretty sight. Teeth marks were visible were chunks had been bitten out the flesh, and blood poured from his wounds even now. She felt shudders run through her body...no she had to be strong she had to...but no taking a look at this great nation bleeding on the table could only make Czech's will weaker as a flew to her heart and tears filled her eyes. Finally she couldn't take it anymore.
Without warning she ran out of the room holding her face in her hands as the tears fell continuously and yet very silently. She had no intentions of returning, she couldn't handle it. She just couldn't.
[Yeah this is really not Czech Republic's character...but I needed a 'get out quick' post...I'm sad I can't rp on this thread cause I was looking so forward to it but them's the breaks *shrugs* guess it wasn't meant to be... )
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Post by Egypt on Apr 18, 2013 22:54:09 GMT -5
"Ah... thank you Miss. Czech." Egypt delicately took the vial (OOC: It would be in a vial... right?) from Czech and placed it in a holding stand on the counter top. "That was surprisingly fast for the scientist... they normally need at least half an hour, minimum." He to a glance at the clock handing on the wall and blanched. They had been in that room for almost an hour. Egypt blinked, swallowing roughly. "Never mind... I stand corrected... That time estimate is still valid..." Egypt quickly mixed a concoction of Mullein and Comfrey together, then proceeded to dab the mixture onto the still bleeding wounds. The herbs worked their collective magics (#OOC: Is 'magics' even a word? Welp it is now lol ), as the mixture soaked in, the wounds began to stop bleeding profusely. Taking dried Cayenne pepper - Fenugreek sprout capsules he stared at then for a moment. "We need to give these to America but they're pills... Israel, do you have any good idea how we could get these in his system? Egypt set the small bottle down on the cart once again and began to pace. Thinking hard, probably a little TO hard. He stopped suddenly, looking to Czech as she ran out of the room. 'Was she crying? I guess the stress got to her... If she comes back I'd better give her a hug... o-or something.' Looking off sheepishly he shook his head softly, coming back into focus.
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Post by Israel on Apr 19, 2013 7:03:39 GMT -5
It took a very long time for Israel to finally come to his senses after some moment working in what seemed like a dream state; America couldn't be hurt, it was just impossible. This was his best friend, the man who could pick up a bison as an infant, and was second only to Russia when it came to strength. No he wasn't hurt, this was all a dream, no a nightmare.
But sure enough when he finally blinked he looked down and saw his dear friend on the table still unconscious and still bleeding. He jumped in surprise at the sudden cold splash of reality yet hadn't the luxury of spare time as Egypt asked him a question. He blinked twice, Gupta was here. Suddenly his shock was replaced with relief, and gave a genuine look of gratitude glad that he was not handling this alone.
Seeing that Czech had disappeared with her face in her hands he figured that she was overcome by the grief. Heaven knows he probably would have as well had he had the chance to. But he did not and had to focus on keeping America alive. He considered Egypt's question of how to get the herbs into him.
"We could administer it orally...If someone were to open his mouth and put then in and help them go down his throat it could work..." He felt like slapping himself in the head; He really was so stressed that he could only think of the least creative idea of how to administer the capsules
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Post by Czech Republic on Apr 19, 2013 11:55:42 GMT -5
A hand flew to Czech's chest feeling like she was about hyperventilate, the hot tears still dripping from her face and onto the floor. She needed to calm down, she needed to be strong, it would have upset America that he was the reason of her tears. Thinking of AMerica just proved to make her chest tighten up and cover her eyes with her hands. She felt so terrified; she didn't want to lose him like she lost her mother.
A pause came over her at the thought of the late Bohemia. She was such a powerful nation back when she was alive, so wie and lively, and never letting anything bring her down. It wasn't until her last moments that Czech finally saw the frail, weak woman that her mother tried so hard to hide from everyone. Before she died, Bohemia told her daughter that she was just as strong as she was, and that willpower would help her to be triumphant.
She blinked as she thought of that terrible day and at once felt ashamed. What would her mother have said if she saw her cowardice? Czech knew that Bohemia would have scolded her for it and tell her to march right back in there and help anyway that she could.
Taking a deep breath she recomposed herself before reaching to her long burgundy hair and start to tie it back in a long tight braid. Czech had decided at once that she needed to just had to be as strong as possible. America was there for her...he did so much to help her and now was the time for her to return the favor. Besides, she had to be sure he lived so that he could recieve the biggest lecture she'd ever given anyone!
Strolling into the surgery room she kept up her serious exterior once more taking a look at America and did not feel sorrow now, but deep determination. She walked right up to Egypt and Israel. "What can I do to help?" The look in her eyes changed showing the determination she had so that she could show the medics she was done crying and ready to do everything in her power to assure America's survival and had no such intentions of leaving until she accomplished this goal.
(I LIED! I'M BACK! TROLOLOLOLO)
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Post by England on Apr 19, 2013 22:09:23 GMT -5
England stood frozen in front of the surgery tent flap for a while, unable to physically will himself to move away to America, but also unable to return into the tent and face his demons head-on. He didn't think he could look at America's ashen face, closed eyelids and pale lips, and keep his senses long enough to help make a difference. He wouldn't be able to keep his composure if he returned.
So he didn't. It only took Czech Republic's return to get him to realize that the world had not frozen along with him, and that he could not indefinitely stay in his spot. He was still dirty and bloody, and he was ready to do anything to get America off of him and away from him until he was strong enough to face him himself.
He took a few shaky paces away from the tent at the back of the hospital wing, and before he knew it, he was running, lungs burning with exertion as he sought to distract himself from the fact that his boyfriend was dying -could already be dead- in that tent, and that he could not do a single thing to help him. Useless, weak, unreliable, and lost. England had nothing to offer anymore.
He climbed up the ladder without giving himself a moment to breathe, enjoying the blinding burn in his chest because he deserved it. He gathered some clothes with the same hands that had held America's life and then slid down the fireman pole without further ado. His light head followed him right until the bathroom, where he dumped his new clothes on a bench and stumbled into a shower stall fully clothed, turning the dial all the way to the left and falling to his knees, waiting for the water to heat and literally burn the impurities right off of him.
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Post by Egypt on Apr 20, 2013 15:05:30 GMT -5
"I'm going to go retrieve the blood bags, Na'am/yes/? I will be back shortly." Egypt handed the Cayenne pepper/Fenugreek sprout capsules to Israel. "I am going to put you in charge of administering these to America while I am gone. If placing them in his mouth fails, then you could try to defuse then into one of the I.V. bags. The pill capsules are water soluble and the mixture is very fine, so they should mix quickly." With that Gupta turned and jogged out of the room. He ran several doors down, to the end of the hall where the blood depository was. It was a chilled room where all of the bags were separated by type. Quickly finding the section he was looking for, Gupta carefully picked up 4 bags of O positive blood. 'We'll have to let these warm up a bit before we start a drip line for them. I hope that he doesn't react badly to the transfusion of this blood. It's the only thing that can carry the life saving vaccine directly to his brain.' Letting out a soft sigh he began the trip back to America's room.
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Post by America on Apr 21, 2013 21:45:01 GMT -5
He had wanted to wake up in England's arms.
That was his original intention. When he had fainted, he knew that the unconscious state would lift soon enough. They don't last forever, after all. However, when it lifted, he also thought he would still be with England. He thought they would still be running or walking or making their way to the warehouse, and he'd get the chance to ask if everything was still all right, and then he could fall back asleep until they actually arrived at the warehouse.
What he felt wasn't England's arms, though. What he felt was something completely new and different.
He took a deep breath, but when he did, he realized he had something around his mouth. That, for some reason, made everything all the more frightening and different. He moaned out suddenly, his hand snapping up to take the mask off of his face. He didn't know where he was, and he couldn't recognize any of the face in the room. The features were molding together, and the only thing he could see were figures, figures that could be anyone on earth.
"No," he choked out, reaching down for his gun. It wasn't there, and he began to yell and shake his head as the figures turned towards him. With no way of protection, he was vulnerable to their attacks. He couldn't save himself anymore. He was alone and in such great pain, and he had no idea what was going on.
"Stop! Sto-" He cut himself off coughing, tears rolling down his face as his body moved violently with the coughs, and with the struggle to move from the figures.
In a desperate attempt to escape, his hands began to scramble for a grasp on those weird wires connected to his skin, and when he couldn't even see clearly enough to get a hold of one, he began to scream.
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Post by Israel on Apr 21, 2013 22:21:47 GMT -5
Israel understood Egypt's directions as he watched the male nation leave while his female friend came back in. He was about to ask her if she was alright and if she was up to thee challenge, but once seeing that look of pure determination it was very clear that she was more than ready to deal with this. His eyes now fell to the pill capsules in his hands where Egypt had put them and now thought about what to do. He thought that administrating it orally wasn't the best idea...there was a good possibility of choking should it not go down right, really what could he have been thinking. His dark eyes fell thoughtfully to the IV drip and considered Gupta's suggestion to put it in in order to administer the pills. To be honest he didn't care how the pills were given so long as they aided his best friend in his recovery. Wasting to time he reached hand up to do the deed but before he could heard a moan below him. Slowly his eyes traveled down and saw the signs of America regaining consciousness. He felt a cold shiver of relief come over him to see his friend moving, that is until he saw that he was trying to take of the mask. Reaching down, he made to gently place it back on only to find him drawing back when the American started to yell. Realising at once that he must of been suffering from shock, he made to keep him held down to keep from damaging his body further but found that he was not strong enough as he was pushed back from him so much so he landed on the ground. He blinked in surprise then looked to Czech who stood by the table then to America who continued to scream and struggle. He acted quickly. " Czech! Hold him down before he hurts himself even more!" He knew Czech's immense strength could do the job, just long enough for him to find a way to stablize their panicking friend.
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Post by Czech Republic on Apr 21, 2013 22:44:29 GMT -5
It seemed that as soon as Czech made her way back into the surgery room Egypt had already begun to make his eave no doubt for something very important. Well at least one medic was here with America and one that she knew would keep America as safe as possible. Her nose crinkled, the smell of blood very prominent to the point that she felt like throwing up; Really, having overly keen senses was a curse at times. Her but what was even harder to stomach was looking at the sorry state America was in so pale from the loss of blood, dirt on his body and though he might of seemed peaceful, her sharp eyes could trace hints of pain like he was having a very uneasy sleep which only made her heart ache even more. She shook her head knowing she had to be strong and not shed anymore tears. America wouldn't of wanted that.
Her eyes gazed at him warmly like a mother would to her child trying her best to imagine him asleep but then something happened to break that allusion. She heard his moan and was filled with joy that there was really sounds of life in him that only proved to settle her nerves just slightly. But then it started getting out of hand as Israel made to place back on his breathing mask and was slapped away so that Israel landed on the floor. Czech didn't know what to do feeling frozen in shock looking so lost as she watched her friend start to scream and thrash like a raving lunatic.
"Czech! Hold him down before he hurts himself even more!"
Those words snapped her back and she knew instantly what to do. Going to where his head was, she reached down and effectively pushed him down using more force than she would of liked to. He was very strong, arguably one of the strongest nations in the world though she knew first hand. She now struggled to keep him still even with her great strength knowing better than anyone that adrenaline and shock could make the weakest the strongest. Finally she decided a different approach was necessary.
"America!" She yelled out while continuing to hold him down to the best of her abilities. "America it's your friend Czech Republic! For God's sake please stop struggling! Please America..." Her voice started to turn softer as did her gaze. "Just calm down America, no one is going to hurt you little one..." She said as though speaking to a child (which he really was compared to her) hoping that he would heed her words until Israel could do something.
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Post by America on Apr 22, 2013 5:39:48 GMT -5
There were too many people. America felt like there were too many people, and they were all after him. The room seemed to be crowded with those figures; everywhere he looked, there was another one. His blurry gaze settled on one in particular, the one coming closest to him, and with a cry of alarm, he pushed it away, uncaring of where it ended up after that. He had to protect himself, not the weird figures.
However, just as he had stopped to take a breather, something managed to grab a hold of him. It's grip was strong, and as America struggled to get back, it held on even tighter. Gripped with fear and confusion, America screamed louder, wanting someone, anyone, to come and save him from this nightmare. It had to be a nightmare; nothing else could involve this much horror all at once.
In the midst of his screaming, though, he did hear a voice, and he was pretty sure it was yelling his name. He thrashed around still, trying to get back from those hands; it couldn't know his name. There was no possible way these things could speak, no possible way they could know his name. Too soon, however, did his thrashing start to die down as he was overcome once more with complete exhaustion.
He began to sob for lack of anything else to do, trying to focus on the figure above. He knew that voice; he knew it. It was so familiar, and it seemed to know him. Trying to comprehend all that it said, he wailed out, bringing his hand up to grab at her own. "C-Czech?" He was shaking all over now, and though he still couldn't see the figure's face, he was pretty sure it was her. "Hu-Hurts. I-It really hurts."
He moved his eyes to the other figure, whimpering when he saw movement. He was still in danger.
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Post by Czech Republic on Apr 22, 2013 7:32:23 GMT -5
A realisation dawned upon Czech when America started to try to reach out blindly to what appeared to be assailants. He couldn't see, thats why he was panicking. He thought they were foreign enemies and was just acting accordingly to his fear response. She heard him wail and felt her heart break but then she saw his hand reach up as though waiting for someone to take. Knowing it was her, she took it immediately giving it a tight squeeze while her hand reach down and started to gently stroke his face tenderly, her maternal instincts kicking in almost instantly.
"Shh, I know it hurts little one just don't move too much." She told him softly while trying her best to smile. "Its going to be okay America, I'm here, I promise I won't let anything hurt you." She bit her lip at this as an overwhelming pang of guilt came over her. America had selflessly saved her life twice and she had yet to return that favour. She wished that she was there, wish that she was there to protect him, to fulfil the promise she just made him. But that time had come to pass, now she could focus on calming him down and assuring him that everything was going to be fine. She had to believe that everything was going to end up fine.
Seeing that he looked distressed once more, her eyes trailed to Israel that was trying to pick himself back up. "America don't be scared..." She whispered trying her best to keep him from moving anymore than he already had knowing that he would hurt himself if he were to have another fit of thrashing. "Its just Israel...he's trying to help you, we all are but you're going to just have to calm down alright?" She forced a smile while choking back tears. "I'll be here for you for as long as you need me to be, I promise.." Czech then squeezed his hand a little tighter to show that she was still here and she had no intentions of going anywhere.
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Post by America on Apr 22, 2013 17:23:01 GMT -5
None of her words were registering. The only thing that came through was his own name, and that wasn't nearly enough to properly comfort him. He wanted to leave, he wanted to escape, he wanted to just crawl away. But he lacked all of the energy to do so, and he was left in this strange room, with strange figures, and strange equipment hooked up to his arms.
He shook his head, grunting out as he tried to move away from the other figure, the one not holding his hand. He didn't want to have anything to do with it. He didn't care how many times Czech said his name; he didn't want any of this. He just wanted to move. "No, please!" he choked out, struggling to pull away from Czech. "I-I gotta...just let me-"
When he realized he wasn't going anywhere, he sobbed out in anguish, then moved to the strange wires on his arm. These were probably keep him back. These were holding him back; they were his chains from freedom. With a loud cry, he tore them out, then pushed against Czech, pushed as hard as he could.
"England!" he screamed, mind landing on the one person who had saved him, the only person who could save him. "England! Please, England!" He rolled over, yelling out in pain as his legs moved, then began to reach down, ready to roll off the bed completely and land on the floor. "England!" He screamed his boyfriend's name over and over again, until the tears took over and made him unable to say much else.
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