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Post by Yumi Ishiyama on Feb 2, 2011 0:47:32 GMT -5
"I don't think we really need a guard." Yumi said, then pointed at the door "That thing is shut and sealed. Nothing is coming in, and neither of us is going to go out." She reasoned. She paused for a moment "...I'm glad you're resting though. I'll need you to be strong tomorrow." she said, smiling some at him.
Yumi knew Ulrich well enough to know that he liked being the tough guy, so saying that he would sleep must have been hard. She was trying to give him some of his manly pride back. He just didn't seem to be doing well and it was concerning here. He seemed kind of border line mental break down.
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Post by Ulrich Stern on Feb 2, 2011 1:36:41 GMT -5
Ulrich nodded a little, his cheeks going somewhat pink from her smile. "....Yeah." He muttered. "A-anyway, here's a blanket." He said and walked over to her, handing it over. "I'm gonna go sleep over there, so...." He looked down, feeling somewhat awkward. Everything was going to be way different from now on. "Well, you'd just better sleep, okay?"
He walked away from the girl over to another part of the relatively small room. He sat down against a wall and sighed some. His side was really starting to bug him. While he sat there, his hand found its way to his injury and he couldn't help but hold it a little. He closed his eyes and exhaled, then pretty much just sat there.
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Post by Yumi Ishiyama on Feb 2, 2011 16:19:15 GMT -5
"Thanks.." she said, going to another side of the room. It was kind of awkward sleeping in the same vicinity as Ulrich. It wasn't like they were going to do anything. God no!! She went and laid against a wall and leaned against it, then eventually tired laying on the floor.
She looked over at him and couldn't help but notice that he was clutching his side. She stared at him, internally debating whether or not to say anything about it. She really wanted to know...but he would get defensive again if she did and he didn't appear to be bleeding. He seemed okay for now at least....but what if what ever wound was there was infected or something? She decided she'd make him check tomorrow, she would have to change her bandages too. She continued to stare at him without really realizing.
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Post by Ulrich Stern on Feb 2, 2011 22:22:27 GMT -5
Ulrich remained sat against the wall. At first, he didn't realize he was being watched, but then he got a strange feeling. His eyes flicked open and he turned his head, looking toward Yumi. When he saw she was looking at him, he couldn't help but grow somewhat embarrassed. "... Is... something wrong...?" He asked her, quietly. He wasn't sure what else to ask, really??
His side really hurt though. Honestly, now that he was accepting the tiredness, it felt sort of unbearable. When he breathed, he breathed a little unevenly and his voice was a little airy. He had a feeling he was going to end up sick in a few hours.
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Post by Yumi Ishiyama on Feb 2, 2011 23:36:59 GMT -5
Yumi blinked a few times "...No...sorry I was just thinking." she said, for now she would leave him alone. He wouldn't let her take a look at his wound for the time being. For the most part, he wouldn't let people help him unless he really really, obviously needed it. At his point he was still strong enough to be stubborn.
She rolled over and looked way, so not to make him feel uncomfortable, she lay there awake with her eyes open, waiting to hear his breathing even out.
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Post by Ulrich Stern on Feb 3, 2011 0:35:53 GMT -5
"Oh ... okay," He muttered and then watched her roll over. He looked forward again and stared off for a bit, then shut his eyes. He was tired, he wanted to sleep, but it was hard for him to stop worrying. Especially for Yumi now!
However, within ten minutes he fell sound asleep. He slumped to the side partially, and his head was leaned forward. His breathing evened out and was quietened. "...."
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Post by Yumi Ishiyama on Feb 3, 2011 1:16:46 GMT -5
She waited patiently and wordlessly for those 10 minutes, when she heard him fall asleep she turned back over and stared at Ulrich for some times before finally falling asleep herself sometime later.
She slept peacefully for sometime, before waking later with a stomach side and a headache. "So it wasn't a dream" she murmured, sitting up. She had been really been hoping that this was something she had dreamt up because of something nasty she had apparently eaten.
She looked over at Ulrich to see how he was doing. It was 10x better being there with him rather than being her alone. Well obviously, since, without him she would definately be done for by now. She shivered at the thought of the witch sent shiver down her spine. She continued to watch him, waiting.
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Post by Ulrich Stern on Feb 3, 2011 14:31:46 GMT -5
Ulrich's sleep state was more like a dead state, and within a few hours of him actually falling asleep, he'd slumped all the way down so he was laying on his side. Of course, said side was the opposite of his actually damaged one. During his sleep, he'd developed somewhat of a fever and this was due to both the poorly treated wound as well as the lack of actual nutrition for a couple of days. Clearly, he wasn't doing too well.
He lay across the room from Yumi, panting in pain and unable to actually open his eyes. He was unconsciously clutching his side and he appeared to be in an enormous amount of pain. His decision to hide everything from Yumi at this time was a poor one, and now he was forced to suffer the consequences.
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Post by Yumi Ishiyama on Feb 4, 2011 5:34:40 GMT -5
Seeing Ulrich like that Yumi panicked for a moment. He couldn't carry on like that he would die!! "U-Ulrich!" she rasped, her voice wasn't completely there because she had just woken up from a not so comfortable sleep. She crawled across the floor to him and felt his forehead. This was bad, this was very, very bad.
Now she didn't care if he threw a fit, it wasn't like he would have any strenght to fight back anyway, so she lifted his shirt to get to the bandages on his side. There was no way around it, she had to do something about this because this was getting bad.
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Post by Ulrich Stern on Feb 4, 2011 5:48:09 GMT -5
Beneath the boy's torn tank-top was a variety of strange material that one wouldn't generally use to wrap a wound. There was torn up canvas and what looked like his jacket tied around him, and said fabric was being used to hold a shirt up against where his injury supposedly was. The shirt was no longer it's worn-out, pale color, however--it seemed to have been dyed red. Where from? Well that was evident.
Ulrich didn't particularly put up a fight, but he couldn't help clutching his wound. He felt weak and sort of like he was dying--which was mildly terrifying. His eyes finally forced themselves open, but they couldn't seem to focus on anything in particular. He groaned miserably.
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Post by Yumi Ishiyama on Feb 4, 2011 6:01:29 GMT -5
She grit her teeth. She knew what the red was even without smelling it, but she did, the stench of blood came off from his shirt "You really should have let me look at this. I'll bet it's infected now. Don't you move Ulrich, and I'll warn you now this is probably going to hurt." she said. She went and grabbed the first aid kit and a bottle of water before coming back over to him. From the kit she found something that could be used as a cloth and she poured some of the water on it. She then proceded to un-do the bandages and peel them away, grimicing and looking rather disgusted as she did so.
This was really worrying her. She'd never seen him in this state. She would welcome an unending onslaught of X.A.N.A attacks over all of this. "...Hey...h-hang in there okay?" she said almost inaudibly. She felt a very powerful urge to cry for some reason. Now wasn't time to do that though, it would mean she was panicking and that was the last thing he needed. She fought back her tears and inspected the wound she hand uncovered.
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Post by Ulrich Stern on Feb 4, 2011 17:46:32 GMT -5
Ulrich's eyelids fluttered some as he struggled to remain conscious through this. Should he actually have part of his mind with him, he'd be thoroughly embarrassed and upset that Yumi had to see him like this. He hated being a vulnerable, but right now he couldn't even process that much. As Yumi proceeded to remove the soiled makeshift bandages, he continuously made quiet whimpering noises.
Once the bandages were all removed, Yumi would basically see Ulrich's gash that had been attempted to be treated. It looked sick and unpleasant and it was easy to see why Ulrich was in pain. The two smaller cuts at either side of the gash also didn't even have the ability to scab over. The bigger one clearly needed stitches, but obviously that was a difficult thing to do in a place like this.
Meanwhile, apart from the wound, Ulrich didn't look too good physically. He was still feverish and sweating like no other. His skin was pale and felt clammy to the touch. Right now he legitimately felt like he was going to die.
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Post by Yumi Ishiyama on Feb 4, 2011 18:30:10 GMT -5
Yumi had long thought it was annoying that Ulrich had hid his pain. But seeing him like this was haunting at the very least. It was legitamatley terrifying her. He was badly injured, needed stitches and he was getting sick. He needed a hospital but everything her was so empty and void. There was no one that she knew of nearby that could help them. At the moment what she really wanted to do was to go out and call for help from someone, anyone, and she wasn't normally one to want other people to get involved. "You'll be okay..." she said a little shakily "you have to be, just hold on, alright?" she said, trying to make her voice as soothing as possible. The problem was, she wasn't quite sure who she was trying to comfort, him or herself. She didn't really feel any better at all.
She did her very best to keep her head. He was concious at least, that was a good sign. He was a strong kid he wouldn't be taken down so easily. "Th-this'll hurt, but i'll feel better in the end, okay?" she warned him quietly. She began to gently clean the blood away, but grimaced as she realized she would have to press harder to wipe away all the grime and infection.
She wiped away most of the blood, then washed the rag with the water and cleaned away the rest of the excess blood before beginning to press down harder to get the dirt and puss "I'm so sorry..." she murmured.
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Post by Ulrich Stern on Feb 4, 2011 18:50:21 GMT -5
Ulrich never ceased to whimper, and at some points he couldn't help crying out in pain. Subconsciously he knew what Yumi was doing was for the best, but at the same time it hurt too much to comprehend. He squirmed some out of reflex as well as attempted to dodge her hand. He suddenly grabbed hold of one of Yumi's wrists. At first, it was forceful, but then his hand's grip loosened extremely and it was like he was hardly holding onto her wrist at all. It was his futile attempt to make her stop.
"... Please ..." He rasped, pathetically. "It hurts ..." He never imagined he'd sound so pitiful in his life. Honestly, if he survived this, he was going to be embarrassed for months. Grateful as hell, but embarrassed and ashamed. Again, if he survived this, he was never going to let himself get into this condition again.
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Post by Yumi Ishiyama on Feb 4, 2011 19:03:34 GMT -5
"I know I'm sorry but I can't stop..." she said in response when he said it hurt. This was terrifying, he'd never been so vunerable before, it was almost like it wasn't Ulrich. She gasped as he grabbed her arm, startled. She paused, then took his hand off her wrist gently with her other hand and held it "I know it hurts...but in the end it'll get better okay? I'm sorry, it has to be done. Just squeeze my hand when it hurts okay?" she said "Just bear with it for a little longer." she said, holding his hand now and beginning to resume wiping everything away while gritting her teeth.
This was no easier for her, seeing him in so much pain. What made it worse was right now she was causing it. This would be better for him in the end but it was still hard. She would give anything for this all to be a bad dream but it was much to real to be one. She wanted so badly for him to be okay...she needed him to be.
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