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Post by Czech Republic on Apr 24, 2013 11:50:21 GMT -5
He was afraid. Czech knew this as Israel had started to move towards them. She shushed him gently still holding his hand that squeezed hers so hard it felt like her bones were being cracked. She winced in slight pain but ignored it not wanting to cause a fuss over it. Listening to his attempts to say something she continued to stroke his face while squeezing his hand while trying to sooth him with her words. “It’s alright, It’s alright don’t struggle just try to relax.” She heard him crying and it broke her heart so much that she lost her breath for a moment. Czech couldn’t stand to hear him cry, she wished she could take his pain away. She wished that he was laughing and smiling instead of crying.
She watched his hands reach up to electrodes tracing his fingers over them and could tell that he was a bit shaky about them. Reaching down, she touched his hand trying to gently pull them away. “America don’t…” Before she could even finish her little fuss, she was surprised to find that his hand ripped the wires off of his chest and effectively knocked her hand away from him. Realizing that he was about to have another melt down, she reached down to push him down only to find his hand had accidently slapped her in an attempt to push her away. She found her back hitting the wall, spine cracking under the impact. Her hand flew to her face pulling back slowly to see blood was starting to drip down from her nose before going down on a steady flow.
Her gaze turned back to America as her eyes narrowed. She marched herself back over to him, nose still bleeding as she now got on top of the table minding the legs before grabbing hold of him and shoving his shoulders back into the table as hard as she could literally using all her strength to keep him somewhat pinned. The blood continued to flow out even though she tried to get a free hand to pinch the bridge to stop it but never did finding that this was a task meant for two hands. Something seemed to have made her snap because now the tears were forming in her eyes once more while gritting her teeth. “America stop struggling! Please stop! You’re only hurting yourself more! Please!” The tears fell from her eyes freely though she didn’t make another sound. Czech couldn’t help herself; the old nation felt so helpless not knowing what to do to help her poor friend.
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Israel
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Post by Israel on Apr 24, 2013 21:42:20 GMT -5
Israel had no idea as to what had happened. First he was pushed down by America who was raving like a lunatic, then Czech Republic calmed him down, then he stood up and made to put the pills in his IV only to be slapped in the face and sent back on the floor once more. His hand went instinctively to his face feeling something wasn't right and upon feeling it knew what it was. His nose was broken. Obviously America had used a lot of force into the hit when Israel mistakenly leaned down to listen to what the nation was trying to say. He would have fixed his nose but hadn't the time as he looked to America trying to get off of the table only to find that Czech Republic was holding him down once more.
He observed her person for one moment, seeing the blood flowing from her nose. It seemed as though America didn't just hurt him. Normally Israel would have killed anyone who dared to hurt his Czechia be it an accident or not, but he hadn't the time for such foolishness! He knew that they needed to calm him down, and if the screams were anything to gather from it seemed like he knew just the person to help them.
"Czechia! Run and find England as fast as you can! You need to bring him here to calm America down!" Between the two of them she was the fastest on her two feet and could find England faster as well. All he knew was that they needed to get England in here now or else America was going to damage more than his legs!
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Post by England on Apr 24, 2013 22:35:32 GMT -5
When the shower got really hot and the air turned to steam, England finally began removing his soaked clothing, taking the time to peel the cloth off like a second skin. The burning water drummed on his shoulders and back and the rest of his body as he slowly slipped out of his sopping garments and tossed to one side of the stall. He then crossed his legs and let out a shuddering sigh, clenching his eyes shut to try and pull away from the pain of the fiery hell around him.
He wondered how America was doing. If he was going to be okay. If they were working on him as he pathetically let himself burn under the scalding water. Perhaps he'd survive and wake up in a while. Maybe it was too late and he'd die and somebody would have to shoot him in the head and watch his corpse fall to the ground, knowing that he'd never get back up again. England would be so grateful that his suffering was over, one way or another, anyway.
But he'd do nothing. Perhaps he'd wallow in self-pity and let his mind wither away as America's life did. They'd die together. How romantic. Even if America slipped through their fingers and was left to amble the streets mindlessly, searching to consume the humans he once swore to protect, England would not be the one to pull the trigger, as America would probably have wanted. No, England would be busy hating himself every second of the day for letting it happen in the first place.
He'd be of no use if America died. An important part of him would die with him. Perhaps if he let the steaming water boil on his skin a little longer, he'd get hyperthermia and his body would shut down. That would be nice. Sleeping until everything was over. Not having to listen to himself whining and hating everything about himself.
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Post by America on Apr 25, 2013 5:25:39 GMT -5
He didn't want to be pushed back. He wanted to fall out of the bed and get away from everything. Maybe, if he crawled enough, the pain would all be left behind him. Maybe he wouldn't have to deal with the agony that all of this was bringing him. He couldn't handle it anymore. He couldn't handle the intense pain, the intense fear, the intense shock. He wanted to find England, because he knew England could put a stop to all the intensity. England was strong enough to do just that.
His strength was running out, and no matter how much he tried, he couldn't push Czech off of him. She was just on top of him, holding him back down to the bed, and he was unable to even move from that position. He attempted to thrash around again, to fling her off, but when he tried, his legs hit each other and he cried out in pain. He was too weak to do a thing. His entire body seemed to be going through torture, and he was too weak to block it out, or to stop it.
The tears rolled down his cheeks as he continued to sob, almost completely driven to the point of exhaustion. Despite how much his body was willing to shut down, though, he was strong enough to keep it from doing so. He kept his eyes open, breathing out in harsh pants, though it was beginning to hurt to even breathe. "England," he whispered, hearing the other figure say his boyfriend's name. "Need him. Please."
With each second, his mind was threatening to send him into hysterics again, and he whimpered in alarm, trying to focus his gaze on Czech, trying to get some sort of help.
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Post by Czech Republic on Apr 25, 2013 5:51:18 GMT -5
One look at Israel over her shoulder made Czech give a tiny gasp once seeing his nose broken. He had gotten a little too close to America so it seemed and paid the price for doing so. She listened to his order and paused feeling very reluctant to leave America, knowing that if he started to panic again that Israel wouldn't be strong enough to keep him still. Something however made her look up then down to America seeing the tears fall from his eyes, whimpering like a frightened child as he requested England. She couldn't refuse his request, she just couldn't. Giving a sigh to compose herself she gave him a weak smile and a nod.
"Alright, I'll go get him sweetheart...you just stay here and I'll bring him back soon."
Giving his face a final tender stroke she stood up slowly walking towards Israel not wanting to run now for fear of startling him once more. She reached up and whispered in Israel's ear. "I'll go find him as fast as I can...don't make any sudden movements or else you'll scare him again." After giving her warning she wasted no time in running out into the home base as her searching eyes scoured every inch of the place. She needed to find England and fast, America needed him and Czech was not about to deny him anything less than what he needed. Feeling the blood still on her face as she ran about, she used the back of her hand to wipe it only smearing it across her face now.
Her head jerked up from her search as her very sharp ears heard the sound of a shower running. It had to be England. He gut told her so. Pushing the hair from her eyes she ran to where the source of the running water and steam could be seen. Czech didn't even bother knocking knowing time was of the essence. Looking to the stall her eyes suddeny brightened when she saw it was England though found her cheeks start to burn when she saw the lack of clothes on his body.
"I...I..." She shook her head of her slightly dirty thought, focusing on the task at hand. "England we need you in the surgery room now. America is screaming for you and we can't get him to calm down!"
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Post by England on Apr 25, 2013 17:07:34 GMT -5
England was almost gone, receded into the depths of his mind and letting his innermost thoughts and self-hate wash over him like the burning water. The steam clouded his vision, and he felt himself slipping away before a voice rudely pulled him back from his musings.
Unimpressed, he slowly looked up at the newcomer, whom he identified after a few seconds of disorientation, as Czech Republic, and frowned at her, drawing his knees to his chest to cover himself a little more. He did not move, though, sitting still with his shoulders and his cheeks noticeably red from the stifling heat inside his stall.
"I can't go," he rasped out, throat dry and locked with anxiety. "Knock him out. Give him sedatives. Why the hell is he still conscious!?" Anger burned inside of him, just as fiery as his environment, and he took it out on her even if she was only following orders. "He should be dead by now, not calling for me! Why would you let him suffer like this!? You're wasting your time trying to take me to him, when you could be working on him instead!"
His lungs burned as the lack of moisture in the air dried him out faster than a prune in the sun. Why did the woman have to pull him back into the urgent reality when he'd almost succeeded in losing himself? Why was anybody paying attention to him? America needed help, and they were wasting time. At this rate, America really would die, for good, and England would not be able to bear the sight of him.
"Go back," he grumbled, looking away in shame. "He'll be out cold by the time I grab a towel and go back with you. Just... do what you need to do to save him. He'll understand. Put him under if you must." He clenched his eyes shut. "I can't come, but please... save him."
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Post by Czech Republic on Apr 25, 2013 22:27:04 GMT -5
She had expected him to get up quickly, grab a towel and run back with her to America. And yet she found herself coloured shock at his reaction to her news. He said he couldn't go, he told her to knock him out, then asked why he was even awake to begin with. She hadn't any answers to these questions though found she couldn't of answered them even if she wanted to for England seemed to have more to say to her.
His words cut into her almost like a knife, taking just a small step back as a hand flew to her chest like it suddenly hurt. Czech then swallowed down a lump that formed in her throat not sure how to answer England not sure if it would have been wise to even think of doing so seeing how his eyes burned with rage which only seemed to terrify her. He seemed to have calmed down as he looked away from her allowing the female nation a moment to calm herself.
"I can't come, but please... save him."
His seemingly final words for her made her give a very sympathetic look, one that looked just as pained. That however was short lived as the other words before sunk in and a rage of her own began to form. Gritting her teeth, consumed by her powerful emotion she did something she hadn't done in years. She slapped him across the face. Pulling back her eyes flashed dangerously at him not caring that she was also getting wet making her clothes stick to her skin. Czech Republic was far too busy being furious.
"America said that he wanted you! The man you love is in that room screaming and crying for you...and what do you do? Sit here and wallow in pity like a coward!" At this point Czech didn't care if he got mad, or even raised a hand against her in rage, she was far too busy being upset at her friend!
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Post by England on Apr 29, 2013 17:36:10 GMT -5
England had not expected either of them to react as they did. He hadn't expected her to hit him, of course, but he also had not expected himself to make such a pitiful display of himself. He also did not know how to react now that tensions had sparked between them. His quarrel wasn't with Czech Republic, but with his own demons.
Fuelled by the burning inside of him, England lashed out at her to relieve himself of the pressure building up in his system, and pushed himself off the floor, only half aware that the burning steam covered his modesty as he took a step forward and grabbed Czech Republic's wrist, with which she'd struck him. In an unusually wild manner, he then spun the woman around and slammed her against the stall wall. He gripped her face and applied pressure on her throat with his wrist, not enough to cut off her breathing, but just enough to keep her still so that she would just listen, please.
"You don't understand," he snarled, bringing his face closer so that he wouldn't have to aggravate his scratched throat by yelling. "I. Can't. Go." He punctuated each word with a hiss, and shook her lightly before completely letting go and stepping back a safe distance. He knew he'd feel guilty about his horrible conduct with her later, but right now, he just wanted to be left alone and not reminded of his failures.
"I can't go," he repeated again, and then hugged himself a chill permeated his bones despite his overheating body. "I can't... I can't look at him."
That was all that bothered him. He didn't want to see his beautiful, darling lover in pain. He didn't think he'd be able to bear it if he saw him laying down in his own blood, hooked up to all of the machines keeping him alive, waiting to die. Was this how humans felt? Was this how it felt to be scared of death? Was this why humans always were so fragile and weak? Were they always afraid of losing someone they loved and not being able to do anything to help them?
"This is in majority about him, I know it," he told her, if she was still willing to listen after what he'd done to her. "But it's also, even if it's just a little bit, about me." He looked away, ashamed by his confession. "I can't look at him like this. Don't make me."
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Post by Czech Republic on Apr 29, 2013 21:52:27 GMT -5
Czech Republic would have been lying if she said she was surprised that England was angry with her. Hell if he'd have done the same thing to her she'd more than likely punch a hole clean through the wall. Though she was expecting it she felt herself cower slightly when he stood up and loomed over her small figure, the enraged look in his green eyes not helping to say the least. Rather un-expectantly he grabbed her wrist tightly then slammed her into the stall wall.
She opened her mouth as though to scream yet nothing came out, almost like he had stolen her voice. She felt his grip hold tightly to her face, feeling the wrist against her throat yet still thankfully could breath. Czech Republic knew better than to even try to struggle free knowing full well from experience that it would only get worse should she fight back. She stared at him holding a mix between terror and shock in her big blue eyes as she swallowed hard feeling the lump that had formed press just slightly on his wrist. He hissed his words to her nice and slow sounding almost like a snake. She was shaken lightly then released allowing her a moment to take in what happened, touching her face where she knew bruises would form later.
Taking in a deep breath she calmed down her nerves to look over to England once more. She slowly and very cautiously approached him tilting her head to the side to see that look of pure vunerability as well fear; two emotions she did not have the displeasure to see on his face. She listened to his words taking them in and instantly sympathised with him, thinking of the death of her mother and how badly it affected her. Sighing heavily she hugged his wet figure from behind not caring since she herself was also drenched for the shower's continual flow down on them. Pulling back she reached up and gently took his face in her hands, cupping them gently while giving him the softest as well as the most gentle of looks she could give her friend.
"I won't force you to go if you can't handle it. I'll knock America out if I have to, to calm him down just...just come whenever you feel ready okay?" With that she stood up on her tip toes to plant a kiss on his cheek one that was meant to serve as a warm sister like gesture while trying her best to flash a reassuring smile.
"Don't focus on it being your fault England. An inability to put your guilt behind you will tear at your heart and mind." Giving him one finally kiss on the opposite cheek she walked out of the shower stale giving a small wave goodbye before breaking into a run to get back to the surgery room.
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Egypt
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Post by Egypt on Apr 29, 2013 22:28:38 GMT -5
Finding the correct blood type had taken way longer to do then Egypt had anticipated because SOMEBODY had decided to completely rearrange the blood bank room. The room was a total wreck to say the least, but that wasn't important. The important thing was that Egypt now had 4 large O-Positive blood bags in his possession and was now frantically making his way back to the surgery room. He had heard America's frail screams for England earlier, hence why he had broken into run at the last corridor. The sound of someone getting slapped echoed down the barren hall as Egypt rounded the final corner. 'It would seem that Czech found England... not that that stubborn old fool will actually follow her back. With how long I've know him, he'll probably go sulk some before he gets his nickers untwisted and comes back to be by America's side.' Sighing, Egypt gently nudged the door open, seeing that one: America was indeed awake and two: that Levi's noes was broken and bleeding. "Sorry I'm so late, Sadiqi /friend/. I hope America wasn't to frisky for you and Czech to handle?" Egypt paused to glance over to America. He look frazzle and nervous, to say the least. "Well to make lite of the situation... Nice shiner, Levi. That should heal swimmingly, eh?" As Egypt passed Israel to lay the packs on the counter he gently nudged Sadik, in a quiet but friendly matter. He was obviously trying to lighten the mood a little; he was more than likely trying in vain but it couldn't hurt to try, right? Regaining his composer, Egypt gently set the packs down and turned back around to take a closer look at Israel's nose. Seeing that it was already healing, he let out a soft sigh. "That should finish healing in an hour or so." Leaning in closer and lowering his voice, Egypt quickly got his take on the scenario out, hopefully soft enough that America wouldn't get spooked "Okay, we have all of the things we need to finish working on America. We all know that England won't necessarily come back right away, but we need to get the blood and vaccine in America as soon as possible. Hopefully Czech found England and slapped some since into him so he can get his act together and come be by America's side." Taking in a breath Egypt straightened and began setting up two IV drips. One for the vaccine, and one for the blood.
*((I finally got some of my motivation and creativity back~! *cries tears of joy* ))*
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Post by America on Apr 30, 2013 6:35:43 GMT -5
He didn't know how much time was passing. It could have been less than a minute, and it could have been hours, days, weeks, months. Time offered no meaning to him while he lay on the bed, waiting for the one person he needed to see. The only importance was that England would come and heal him. He knew England would be able to do that. As he gritted his teeth and moaned in pain, he knew- he just knew- that England could wash all the discomfort away.
The figure that entered the room wasn't England, and America let out a cough, swimming in a hazy cloud of fear. Someone else was with him now. Someone else that wasn't England. America could feel his breaths coming out uneasily, ragged, harsh, the rhythm it usually had now lost. He couldn't. He just couldn't do any of it anymore. He didn't want to stay awake, not if England wasn't there.
He squeezed his eyes shut and felt the tears leak out.
"Mm- n-no," he panted out, slowly shaking his head. No, he didn't want to stay awake. He didn't want these figures standing over him. He just wanted to go back to sleep and hope to wake up in England's arms.
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Post by Egypt on Apr 30, 2013 8:32:54 GMT -5
A small sympathetic smile spread across Egypt's lips. 'He's so brave, trying to stay awake for his lover.' Egypt had a plan to get the blood, medicine and the vaccine into America's system. That plan just happened to envolve a little white lying. Coming over to America's bed side, Egypt crouched down, thus making himself smaller. "Hey Mr .Hero, how are you feeling? Probably pretty say yaa' /bad/, right? We're setting up some IV's that *England* recomended for you. We have some blood for you as well, O-Positive right?" Something dawned on Egypt, something that he would probably regret later. "Oh and America. You have something on your neck, here let me get it." He reached forward slowly, gently scratching the nation's neck. With a swift motion, Gupta pinched the American nation's Carotid artery for a brief moment, knocking the nation out cold. "There... That should keep him out long enough for us to get the IV set up and going, as well as finish transferring the vaccine to a syringe." Clapping his hands together, Gupta turned to the counter again, looking over the blood bags and the rest of the IV fluids. Taking a clean syringe out of the drawer, Gupta took a douse of numbing agent and injected it into America's legs. 'Hopefully that will help with the pain when he comes too. I hope he doesn't hate me...'
*((OKAY OKAY, I'm sorry for the mix up. I had a dyslexic moment where I mixed up the words for Sadiqi for Sadik. I had originally wanted to say 'friend' but my brain must have wanted to put Turkey in there some how. >.< ))
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Post by England on Apr 30, 2013 10:04:09 GMT -5
((Egypt! Israel's name isn't Sadik, it's Levi! XD An attention mistake I suppose :'D))
England did not reply to her because he wasn't sure how he could preserve whatever shreds of his dignity he had left, and let her kiss his cheeks quietly. The typically European gesture sent him spiralling into a flashback, back from the times where everything was alright. Would they ever be able to return there, or was this just an illusion to which they'd have to cling for the rest of eternity?
"Thank you," he called hesitantly after her once she'd left, though he wasn't really sure if she'd heard it or not. It didn't really matter. The important was that he'd said it, and that was enough. He'd never really cared about others for a long time in his life, before globalization brought them all together and interwove their lives. Even then, he had a hard time mingling and opening his life to others, but apparently, he'd gotten very attached to people who had been through so much with him. Too attached. This is what happened when England got sentimental. It was the reason why he'd avoided companionship so far. He did not deal well with distress, and this is what happened when a stressful situation like this happened.
Once Czech Republic had left, the rest of the guilt crashed on him, and he hid his face in his hands, absolutely ashamed and disgusted with himself. It wasn't about him at all, not when America's life was teetering on the edge like this. Why did he always have to turn things around onto himself? He felt like a pathetic and needy attention seeker, and a horrible lover to top it all off. America needed him. How hard would it be for him to just stand by his side and hold his hand and soothe his pain? His stomach rolled and nausea made him dizzy for a second. He spat into the shower drain to rid himself of the taste of bile in his mouth, but the nausea did not leave him alone.
His shoulders and back were actually really hurting now, oversensitive and burnt and red all over, so England finally turned the scalding water off and shivered in delight at the cool breeze that kissed his burnt skin. He stayed in the steamy shower stall a little longer and then walked out, steps echoing on the tiled walls of the empty bathroom area, and grabbed a large towel that he threw around his shoulders, and another on his head. The friction of the towels on his skin and scalp sent spikes of pain shooting across his body, but he nonetheless padded over to the bench and sat on it, drawing his feet up to his chest and laying his head on his knees. He'd get some burn cream from the hospital wing later, and if he got lucky, only after America was transferred to either the ICU, or six feet under in the courtyard.
((Y'all better give the poor thing some anaethetic omfg he must be hurting like a bitch ;A; I feel so bad ahhh xD))
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Post by America on Apr 30, 2013 12:11:06 GMT -5
He vaguely heard someone speaking to him, but he was too busy swimming in and out of consciousness. He mumbled out a response, and he wasn't even sure himself what he said. His face was screwed up in pain and fear, and his hands clenched at the bedsheets below him, knuckles curling in and out, in and out. He whimpered when he heard England's name, the only word that struck any meaning in his mind.
However, he couldn't tell if the figure talking to him was England or not. It was too hazy, too fuzzy, lost in his own cloud of confusion. Everything seemed jumbled, almost as if he was waiting in a dream. But dreams didn't hurt this bad, did they? Dreams were supposed to be painless and carefree. He had always liked dreaming, and he knew what dreams were; this was no dream.
He flinched when he felt something touch his neck, but other than a small whine, he made no move to get away. He couldn't, not anymore. If it was an enemy, if it was someone who was set out to hurt him, he was willing to let them finish him off. He was willing to die, because he didn't think he was strong enough to survive anymore.
He just wished England could be there to hold his hand throughout it all.
When everything started fading out, he didn't think he could be more pleased, and he just let it happen, slowly drifting into an unconscious state.
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Post by Czech Republic on May 1, 2013 11:27:14 GMT -5
She left England rather reluctantly for two reasons. One she had just broken her promise to America by doing so...and two she had a deep desire to stay behind and comfort her old friend who was obviously emotionally unstable. Juggling the decision of which friend to assist, she chose America knowing that he needed her more. She was kicking herself for not keeping her promise to bring England back but knew it was for the best that she didn't force him in the condition that he was, it would of not ended well. Pushing the sopping wet hair from her face she approached the door to the surgery room and slowed down so that she wouldn't scare America by suddenly sprinting in.
She figured she'd have to knock him out should he still be conscious which she knew she could handle very easily, just a simple nerve pinch and he would be out. Czech no sooner found that someone had already beaten her to the punch gazing at the table where Egypt was currently clamping a hand right on the nerve then watched as her friend drift off to sleep. She seemed very relieved by this glad that she would have to be the one to do the deed but now had to focus on other things.
"What can I do to help?"
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