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Post by America on Jul 22, 2013 23:18:01 GMT -5
He only felt safe again when Czech picked him up and drew him into an embrace. He didn't feel like he was being judged then, like he was given a choice between pain or death. If he could just cry, if he could just allow himself this small moment of panic, maybe he would feel better. His stomach was turning and his skin was hot; the cool touch of Czech's own skin eased the pain just slightly, and the tears rolling down his cheeks also offered minimal comfort.
"C-Can you not let zombies in?" he begged Czech, refusing to meet her gaze, staring instead at the material of her shirt. "Don't make me fi-fight them. I don't want to. I ca-can't do this, Czech, I can't, I want England, and I wanna go home, please take me back home, I promise I won't mess up and I wo-won't d-do-"
He could feel his chest tightening, his stomach churning, but he could do nothing. He could only sit and gag, nearly falling back from the pain he was under. And when Israel pressed that needle to him, he retaliated, flinching violently before pushing it away with his usual strength.
"Do-Don't make me!" he shouted, shaking his head (and, in turn, making himself more sick). "I can't, please, I can't, I'm going home, leave me alone!" He wanted to be alone, but he wanted them near. He wanted to go to sleep, but he wanted to stay awake. He was confused, scared, and lost, and he couldn't help it when he turned his head away from Czech and threw up along the tiled floor.
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Egypt
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Post by Egypt on Jul 22, 2013 23:56:57 GMT -5
Egypt stumbled to the counter, then worked his way along it's length the the end where the sink was. He opened the cupboard below the sink and pulled out a fresh towel. Gupta then hobbled back to the storage room once more. There was a small sink in that room that, no matter how hard you tried, never ran warm water. This way the still numb legged Mediterranean nation didn't have to wait for the water to cool down, it was already cold. Sticking the cloth under the tap, Gupta turned on the water on with a soft hiss. Cool water instantly began wetting the cloth and in no time at all the rag was drenched with cool water. Gupta rung it out so it wouldn't drip all over the floor and make a slipping hazard. Satisfied that the cloth wouldn't make a mess, Gupta turned and hobbled back out of the storage room. Moving slowly so that he didn't trip, Egypt make his way over to where Czech and Israel were, handing the dampened cloth off to Czech. Egypt then slowly worked his way to the nearest chair and promptly sat down before his legs gave out on him and he tripped, again.
Gupta listened to America babble and sob, he was on the verge of breaking down himself. Going several days without sleep can really mess with a nation, and he was really starting to show it. Bloodshot eyes and dark rings under his eyes was just the start. A disheveled uniform and cracking voice made it clear as day how log it have been sense he had properly slept. The lack of balance and sight just added to the list.
Then America threw up. That set Gupta off. He tried to stand and retreat to the back room to get more medicine but only made it two steps before his vision went blurry and he tipped sideways, legs finally giving out from underneath him. He lay sprawled on the cold tile floor and cursed softly. Then he pulled himself up and dragged himself the last few feet to the swinging doors. He pushed one open and pulled himself through.
Gupta went straight for the strongest sedative he had in stock and for the closest syringe he could find. Gupta the took a few deep breaths the hauled himself up off the floor, with the aid of the closest shelf he could grab onto. He turned and lurched forward, forcing himself to move. He pushed his way back through the door and staggered back towards America.
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Post by Israel on Jul 23, 2013 6:10:01 GMT -5
He was so sure that Czech had him distracted...he was so sure that America was too preoccupied by his fear and panic that he wouldn't of noticed him twice. But notice him he did as the violent thrashing said as he was flung backwards from the sheer force! The wind was knocked out of him and he doubled over in pain, gasping just a little bit of air the choking when he received it so suddenly that he wasn't prepared for it. Taking in a few deep breaths, his breathing was regained and he was able pick himself up again. Something was wrong however, for when he stood up he no sooner found his head spinning violently as a dizziness came over his person.
Reluctantly he gazed down at his leg and froze when seeing that it was in fact the syringe filled with the sedative in his leg. Well not filled any longer for it seemed in the struggle, it had made it into his body. "Shit." He curse drowsily, grabbing it an pulling it from his leg in one swift movement but knew it was already too late for his vision was beginning to fade. Looking to his comrades they seemed to triple in numbers to which he shook his head violently trying to seem unaffected and was failing miserably.
"I've dealt with worse..."
His lie cut short, the first step he took followed the same end as he fell flat on his stomach and before long was unconscious. The amount of sedative he put in the syringe was a huge dose for their friend who was bigger than they all were which only seemed t backfire in the end.
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Post by Scotland on Jul 23, 2013 6:32:31 GMT -5
He'd heard a lot of shouting, and strolled over to see what the fuss was about. Oddly enough it seemed to be coming from the medical ward, where there shouldn't be any screaming. People were trying to rest and get better there. Annoyed at the idea, Scotland pushed open the door to the med ward and heard the tall tale voice of America. There was no mistaking that voice. It was loud and young. Scotland liked to think the strength of that voice came from him.
The door between him and America's shouting was still swinging, so he caught it on a swing and pushed in inward, apparently just missing hitting Egypt.
Seeing America on the floor with two other nations also on the floor around him and Egypt making his way over in a manner suggesting he had an awful hangover, Scotland raised his voice and bellowed.
"PEOPLE BE TRYIN' TA REST!"
He was hoping that would shock America into stopping all his screaming.
"Wut's all yer hollarin' aboot?" He dropped his volume several notches to just above normal speaking level. He hadn't noticed any vomit in the room due to Czech blocking his view of it and being too far to smell it. He'd try and figure out what was wrong with Egypt after America was under control.
[Ooo, an open thread. *steps in it*]
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Post by Czech Republic on Jul 23, 2013 13:30:53 GMT -5
She continued with her comforting of America, shushing him off his tears and whispering words to him that a mother would tell to her frightened child. Czech had figured that by calming him down that Israel would be able to put the sedative into him and would allow him to fall asleep. She was sadly mistaken when America began to have another fit of thrashing about and hitting to which she gently stopped by reaching out to his hand and putting back down. Her eyes looked worringly to Israel and found she was justified for seeing him stand up she saw the syringe in his leg. She looked in shock at the syringe then to Israel who was trying his best to hide it. That failed completely when he fell over unconscious on the floor. Shaking her head at such ridiculousness she used her free hand t press to her head as a headache pulsed through her skull.
"Co mám dělat s takovým idiot manžela?"
She muttered which in translation meant, "What am I to do with such an idiotic man?" Those thoughts were abruptly stopped when the sound of America throwing up came in throw her ears. She flinched, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath to compose herself. Seeing the towel in her hands, she turned America's face towards her now and wiped his face with it murmuring things in Czech in a nice soothing tone looking to calm him down. Things did not get better when a rather loud, rather sharp voice entered which made her flinch once more. Oh such a dialect was not easy to forget. She knew Scotland all too well and was needless to say not happy with his lack of delicacy for such a situation, so much so that when she turned onto him her eyes flashed like fire, ordering him to stay quiet now, lest he wanted her to come over there and rip his tongue out of his mouth.
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Post by America on Jul 23, 2013 13:54:32 GMT -5
He honestly had no idea what on earth was going on. So many people were doing so many things. He was simply trying to focus on breathing properly; in and out, in and out, settle the churning in the stomach, breathe some more. When the damp cloth was pressed against his forehead, he leaned into it, hands loose by his side as he curled up once more against Czech. He was growing weak, and he didn't want to fight anymore. He wanted everyone to just leave him alone.
"No," he slurred out, shaking his head when Egypt started to come at him. "No, I'll be good, please don't-" He was struggling a bit to catch his breath, and that's when the pain in his legs began to intensify. He gritted his teeth, a hissing noise coming from closed lips. God, the last time his legs hurt that bad, he was in the muck, in the swamp, and hands and teeth were grabbing him from all around.
With a gasp, he pulled in closer on himself, grabbing at his legs. He could see the scars through hazy eyes. The scars that all the zombies made were clear as day, and fear made his heart pound wildly in his chest as he quietly began to cry, burying his face in his knees and slapping his hands against either of his ears. The voices were overwhelming, the memories were overwhelming, and the fear was overwhelming.
[[nice to rp with you again, scotty!]]
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Post by Czech Republic on Jul 23, 2013 15:25:46 GMT -5
It didn't take a genius to see the rollercoaster of emotion he was going through. She could see it all; fear, stress, pain, distress, all mixed together made for a rather bad combination to say the least! She saw Gupta come towards them when it seemed that she was calmining him down only to find another repeat as he began panic once more. This had to stop.
Reaching up, she pushed Egypt's hand aside and glared at him with fierce protective instincts flaring in her blue eyes. "Stop." She said very firmly yet also very calmly.
"It didn't work the first three times, what makes you think it will work again?!" She demanded before catching herself, and composing her person once more. "Look...I am calming him down...every time one of you comes at him with a needle he starts to freak out...use your common sense." Shaking her head her eyes turned to the sobbing America and gently touched him.
"Shh, my little one its alright, its alright...I won't let anyone hurt you." Gazing up at Gupta, she gave him a look before speaking. "When he's completely calmed down then give him the shot...til then stop making him even more scared than he already is!"
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Egypt
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Post by Egypt on Jul 23, 2013 17:34:09 GMT -5
Egypt nodded his head numbly, agreeing quietly so he didn't have to raise his voice or speak at all. (If that makes any sense). He set the bottle and syringe down on the bed and put his hand up in a way that said 'I surrender, do whatever you want'. Scotland burst through the door, yelling loudly.
"PEOPLE BE TRYIN' TA REST!" Egypt flinched. Oh how he wished he could be sleeping right now. Sadly he had no such luck for the last couple of days. He was recovering some of his awareness but that would go away if he didn't take something to wake himself up soon. Egypt thought back to the list of the Med Ward's stock room. He would be able to find what he needed back there; the room was in shambles at the moment to help quicken the process of recording everything that is there.
Gupta tiredly turned around and retreated to the back room with some effort. He felt so useless but he couldn't help it, he was just to tired to think rationally. He found the clipboard on the floor where it had fallen when he was abruptly woken up. He collected the loose pages that had fallen out and placed them back on the board. He combed over the list, searching for the dry packed pills that he needed.
The Medic Ward had caffeine pills in stock and he also had some in his own personal stock (Which was placed in the far corner in a small cabinet; imagine the cabinet system that is in the boiler room in Spirited Away, only smaller). He finally found what he was looking for and walked over to the far shelf where they were located. Pulling out a pill container, Egypt took one caffeine pill out and after closing the container again, tucked the container back into the drawer. He closed the drawer with a soft click the made his way to the table once again. He un-clipped his canteen from his bag and took a swig of cool water from it. He downed the pill in an instant and the set the canteen back down onto the table. Soon he would be at least a little more awake and he would be able to help get America calmed down and back into bed.
'Speaking of America, his pain medication is probably wearing off by now. I'd better take him a strong dose of pain medication as well.'
Egypt walked over to where the bottles of liquid medicine was and opened up the draw labeled "Liquids 1". Gupta had always had an odd way of sorting things, this was a prime example. He grabbed one of the small glass bottles from the drawer. It read "N.S.A.I.Ds" (nonsteroidal anti-inflammatory drugs) and it was the strongest type of pain reliever Gupta had in stock. He could administer this to America knowing that it would last for a long time and that the American nation would be able to rest pain free. Egypt gathered yet another syringe and walked out of the storage room. He quietly walked back over to the bed and set the two items down onto the bed next to the other bottle and syringe. He then walked around the bed and collected the I.V bag and the blood bag from the floor and hung them back onto the rack, switching off the heart monitor as he went. The constant beeping noise (Flat lining) it was making was starting to annoy him. He collected the other various cords and neatly bunched them back up with the equipment it went with.
That all done, Egypt went yet again into the storage room. There was a mop and bucket sitting in the back corner and he knew he would need it. He stood there for a moment, staring at the mop and metal bucket, then he picked them both up and placed them just out side of the swinging doors up against the wall. He then when to the farthest back corner and plopped down into the lone chair that was against the wall. All he could do now was wait for America to calm down.
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Post by America on Jul 24, 2013 8:43:23 GMT -5
He leaned into Czech's touch, though never once drew his arms and face away from his knees. Curling in on himself gave him some form of comfort, some way of reminder that no one would touch him while he was in his own, protective ball. The zombies couldn't get to his legs, and the other nations couldn't give him anything inside one of those needles. He'd be able to stay alive for a little bit longer now.
"Take me home," he whispered, words only for Czech to hear, as his voice grew hoarse. "Please." He'd be good and quiet if she agreed. He would never again make a fuss or lash out. He would even take one of those shots if it meant he could go home again. He would do anything to be back at one of his old homes; New York, maybe. Virginia would be nice during this time of year. Florida, even, despite the heat, would be great. Not Texas, though. Chicago. D.C. Any of those places were far superior to the position he was in now.
He sniffed pitifully, the pain in his legs flaring up, but he was too tired to tell anyone how bad it hurt, how he could feel teeth tearing into his skin once more.
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Post by Czech Republic on Jul 26, 2013 20:52:46 GMT -5
Czech didn't need words to see that he was in pain. His body language was easy to read to say the least and she felt herself biting her lip. He needed pain medication to ease it otherwise he was going to be both scared and hurt which only added on to the tremors and waves of agony. While considering what to do she heard him whispering and leaned in closer to hear what he had to say.
"Take me home. Please." Her heart bursted into pieces and felt tears fill her eyes as she stared at him. He wanted to go home, he just wanted to leave this place and go back home. But no one could grant him such a request...his nation was covered with the undead, leaving no survivors...sending him back there would be suicide. But in his obviously delirious fit of exhaustion he was lowering all defences and male posturing to make himself like a weak child who only wanted to go back home. Sighing heavily she thought about that. She wanted to go home too. She wanted to just leave this god forsaken place forever and have things return to how it was, with her peaceful citizens, her noisey tourists that came year round...Prague at night time when it was so beautiful and stunning...and just the simple things like going to a pub at night and ordering a round of beers for herself. But nothing was the same in her nation, nothing was since this disaster had happened and made everything go to hell.
Wiping her eyes with the back of her hand she put back on a smile that was meant to be comforting as she reached down and rubbed his back. "Alright." She decided. "I'll take you home." It was a lie, a horrible lie that stung at her tongue like a bee, but what other choice did she have? She needed him calmed down and if she needed to lie then she would. Looking over her shoulder she signalled Scotland to come over. "Make yourself useful Scottie and help me lift him onto the bed."
Turning her eyes back to America she kept up her smile. "America...I'll take you home, but first I need you to relax and let me and Scotland put you on the bed...we...we need to make sure none of your stitches came loose." She patted his back while feeling her mouth fill with a bitter taste. Lieing always had that effect on her.
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Post by England on Jul 27, 2013 17:56:07 GMT -5
((WHOA IS EVERYONE HERE well I'm an unwelcome addition to this thread i am so sorry I really am but I want to get back into your good books ;w; Sooo... allow me to join you please?))
England hadn't thought about America in a while, mostly because he had tried so hard not to. And then suddenly, out of nowhere, while he was reading a contract to secure new territories to explore and clear out, it hit him. He didn't know how to explain it. It was like an alarm went off in his heart, like a light flickering on deep inside of him, and warning him that something was up, something had happened with one of the people that meant most to him.
He wasn't sure how he knew, but he instantly was aware that America had woken up. He stopped in the middle of his sentence and held his breath, as if listening for something, and then slowly focused back on his paper, telling himself that he was just hallucinating. America had been hospitalized, but not nearly long enough to have regrown his missing limbs back yet, especially not with the rationed IV feeding he was given. And so that brought up the question of just why America was already up, and not resting still.
England snapped out rather violently, shaking his head and realizing that he'd read the same sentence a dozen times without registering anything. Throwing the contract to the side, next to all of the other papers spread on his desk, England cradled his head and rubbed his temples to will away the impending headache that usually accompanied deep thoughts about the nations he fought alongside with. Of course, now that he thought about his lover, there was no way he was going back to his work.
Perhaps he was overdue for a bedside visit. He had taken a long while away from him to calm down after the accident, but it was time to face reality. He owed it to his lover. Getting up from his chair, he turned around and left the office in a brisk walk, relishing the gust of air that hit him in the face as he stepped out into the hallway.
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Post by America on Jul 27, 2013 23:13:27 GMT -5
[[it's a party and you didn't rsvp but we're nice so come in]]
When Czech promised that she would take him home, America didn't think he could have been more relieved. He was going home. He could get away from this mess and just relax until he felt completely better. Maybe he'd stay away. Maybe they didn't need him here to fight zombies. He didn't think he could ever face one again, anyway, not after the last encounter. If they would allow him to stay at his own house, he could maybe send them resources, perhaps work on rebuilding, but not ever face another zombie.
His relief was short-lived, however, when the searing pain in his legs reminded him he was still here, still in the hospital, and he screwed his eyes shut, biting down harshly on his lip. "Hurts," he slurred out, squeezing tightly at Czech's arm. "G-God, it hurts!" He felt anew bout of tears trickle down his face, though he was too exhausted to make such a fuss, and he was forced to stretch his legs out as he tried to relax the muscles; perhaps that brought on the pain.
Unfortunately, moving them just made everything hurt much worse, and he cried out, burying his face into Czech's shirt and crying out. "Ar-Are they still there?!" he asked loudly in alarm. Why else would there be so much pain if the zombies weren't still attacking him. "Get them off!"
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Post by Czech Republic on Jul 28, 2013 20:21:49 GMT -5
Sighing heavily she was happy that she was able to finally calm him down and that she would be able to help her friend without any other hitches. Things did not seem to work out for her when he suddenly squeezed her arm. So hard that she felt her bones crack under pressure. She hissed in pain and tried to gently pull it loose only to find his head bury in her chest once more to which she had to hold tight to keep balanced. Looking down on him she saw him crying again as he started screaming and knew that the pain medication was wearing off.
"America, listen to me, nothing is here, nothing it going to get you I promise, now I need you to relax so that we can lift you up and put you on the bed alright?"
Looking over to Scottie who apparently was not lifting a finger to help for whatever his reason were, then looked to Israel who was on the floor still unconscious and closed her eyes tightly whilst loosing her temper.
"Someone get over here and help me now!"
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Egypt
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Post by Egypt on Jul 29, 2013 0:30:19 GMT -5
Egypt was by Czech's side in an instant.
" I guess I can finally be of some help, Na'am /yes/ ?" He moved around to the right side of Czech and gently grasped America's hand, which was no doubt leaving a hair pin fracture in it's wake. In a gentle voice, Gupta spoke to America, trying to loosen the American nation's grip as he spoke.
"I know how desperately you wish to be home but you must understand that you must HEAL and be stable enough to leave this room before you can go home. Your lands are not very safe at the moment and what we do here is helping get those land clear. You would only be, how do you say it?" Gupta finally managed to loosen America's iron strong grip enough for Czech to free her arm. "Oh yes, You would be to the likeliness of a baby lamb hunted by a pack of hungry wolves. Completely unable to protect yourself or the ones you love."
Gupta looked over to Czech's arm and cringed. A dark bruise in the shape of America's hand met his eyes first but on a second glance Egypt could clearly see that America had fractured Czech's humerus (The bone located in the fore arm). In a blur Egypt snatched the bottles and syringes off of the bed, sending a small knowing wink in Czech's direction. He then looked to Scotland.
"Could you help me get America and Israel off of the floor?" He then turned his attention back to Czech once more. "And you should take a little break, to let your bones and nerves heal." He knew that everyone was on their last good nerve and that anyone could snap at a moments notice, Czech being the most likely to be the first, closely followed by himself.
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Post by England on Jul 29, 2013 19:58:30 GMT -5
England stretched his arms out and yawned lazily, shoving his hands into his pockets and beginning a small shuffling step towards the end of the hallway. There was only silence buzzing in his ears as not even the scratching of pen on paper could distract him anymore. His thoughts, of course, went to America, because that was the biggest of his concerns outside of paperwork. He'd taken measures to protect the nations further during outside missions by reporting missions a few days after it rained, if he could help it, or documenting terrain a lot better when briefing the nations. He also took that occasion to establish warnings for extremely hot days, snowstorms, and floods, and once he was done, realized that the list of safety measures was long overdue.
Funny how it took the near-death experience of one of them to finally prompt him, in particular, to change his mindset. He had let his guard down, he'd gotten too comfortable with those monsters prowling the plains in search of fresh prey to gobble up, and now America had paid the price. He would not let anyone get hurt ever again.
He exited the hallway, into the main warehouse area, and walked across the common room, in through the flap of the hospital wing. There was nobody in the clinic, and America was in the ICU, so England strode past the empty beds and equipment and pushed open the door at the back.
Noise immediately burst all around him, and he froze warily for a second, identifying them as the frantic voices of the nations. His pace accelerated and he practically tore down the hall before skidding to a stop in front of the open door to America's room. The sight that graced his eyes was nothing but absolutely shocking. England was struck in place.
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