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Post by Chevrolet Winchester on Apr 14, 2011 9:33:50 GMT -5
 Chey had looked on at Prim, shifting the baby so she rested closer against her and headed into the bathroom, coming back with some damp toilet paper. She crouched before Prim and gently wiped her face in an attempt to move the remains of her mascara and eye liner and then gently stroked her hair back with her fingers. She smiled up at Prim and simply went “You never know when you’re going to come across a hot doctor.” She winked at her best girl playfully, still stroking her hair. She knew that Prim had Leo and that she wasn’t interested, but it was that sense of humour that you needed to exist in their world. Chey felt so awful she’d done this to her but all she could do was make it better.
She leaned down to kiss Jessica on the forehead, forcing herself up to her feet. Sometimes she swore her body was ten years older than the rest of her. She hated this lifestyle sometimes but she hated more that it was now affecting other people she loved. She grabbed her car seat and her keys. She knew she had a sweater in the back of her car that she could use to cover the blood on the back of her shirt. “Can you walk, sweety? If not I’ll go put Jessica in the back and come back for you.
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Post by prim on May 2, 2011 8:45:46 GMT -5
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PRIM could not help the small smile that slipped easily past her lips when Chey wiped her cheeks and eyes with the toilet paper, and not for the first time she wondered just what she had done to deserve these friends. These friends who were so much more like sisters than friends... who if asked, Prim could easily call family. Something small and malicious niggled at the back of her mind then, a small unrecognisable thought that had been planted several weeks before, a seed of something too small to yet be recognised, but that would soon demand the attention is deserved. But right now, in this state, it was nothing more than fleeting, troubled glaze to Prims emerald eyes, and one she could easily shake off.
”Hey... If they think we’re hot too, maybe we could get some numbers? ” Prim giggled softly, and nodded her head at Chey’s next question, pushing herself up from the bed. Tears threatened to spring for her eyes once more with the movement, but Prim bit her cheek and hold them back, breathing audibly through her nose as she pushed herself then to her feet. A small, weak smile took over as Prim swayed a little. ”I Can walk.” She said, the words concreting the action in her mind as she forced herself towards the door. She cared little for the bags in the room, stored away – she had the room for the night right? They could come back for the later, on their way home.
Reaching the door frame, prim held out her hand for Chey’s, gripping it lightly with their treaded fingers, as if the contact could help her draw the strength from Chey to get to the car. Once more, Prim looked upon her best friend as a superwoman, and smiled.
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Post by Chevrolet Winchester on May 7, 2011 3:25:37 GMT -5
Chey chuckled gently at Prim as she suggested getting hot guy numbers. “Seee? Now you're speaking my language. We'll make a Winchester out of you yet.” Chey could happily admit right now that she was so proud of Prim. She might not have handled a bullet shot wound the way Chey or her brothers would have, but for a normal person, she was doing so incredible. She not only proclaimed she could walk, she did so with a strength that anyone would be proud of. Had Chey's father been there, he'd have probably taunted Chey for not taking her first bullet shot wound that well. In Chey's defence, first time she got shot her dad stuck his fingers in it. It was almost like he didn't realize that sticking your fingers in a hole in someones abdomen hurts like hell. Chey's hand was already out stretched towards her as Prim's hand copied the motion. She let her hand slip carefully into her best girl's and held it tight enough to let her know, she had her. Now balancing a baby on one hip, who's hands clung to her momma like never before, and holding onto her best friend with the other, Chey made her way to the car. Letting go of Prim for a moment, Chey clicked the car unlocked and opened the passenger seat door, carefully helping Prim in. “See why I went for the leather interior now? Pretty much blood proof?” She joked, checking she was in right and shutting the door. Chey was ready to put Jessica into the other car seat but just the attempt lead to a screech from the young one. Chey rocked her gently, whispering to her that she was making this very very hard, before opening the trunk and pulling out an old sling she'd got when she first got Jess. It was a struggle to start with but in no time Chey had her baby girl carefully strapped to her chest and seemingly content with it. Slipping into the drivers seat, Chey let out a sigh. “Now we pray we don't get pulled over!” Chey put her car in drive, pulling out of the space and heading towards the hospital, her hand reaching to take Prim's as she sped around the corners like a real Winchester. (( pretty to come later  )) |
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Post by prim on May 28, 2011 5:33:00 GMT -5
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THE desire to appear strong for her friend was overwhelming, but prim shamelessly pulled the strength she needed from the grip on her hand. Of course, the actuality of pulling the strength from the other was impossible, but metaphorically at least Prim felt like she might breakdown without the hand gripping hers, and when she finally released it to slip into the leather interior of the car, Prim screwed up her face in pain. This level of hurt was surely not normal? This level of pain was not something she had ever experienced – at least not in the context, concentrated in one area. She had been too young to remember the pain of her burns, but in these moments Prim doubted if the memory of this pain would ever leave her.
Time dragged as she waited for Chey to climb into the seat next to her, taking the other girls hand once more as it was offered to her and squeezing it gently. Prim chose not speak as they drove, biting on her lip every time they hit a bump or turbulent patch of the road, trying desperately not to move her shoulder or arm, for even the movement of her fingers caused the girl pain.
When they finally reached the hospital, Prim felt like she could jump for joy, reaching across herself to open the door and climb out, only to lean heavily against the door as her head span. The cars interior was slicked with her blood, and again she found herself wondering just how Chey had managed it – just how she had gotten to her without passing out. She felt a pang of pain in her chest for the woman who had grown up in a world where getting shot was just another day, another event in a life filled with so many others.
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