Nowhere to Run, Nowhere to Hide ]Syncydoodle[

[Myssi]

Chris had never run so fast in his life. His body forced huffs of airs into it and out, trying to sustain itself long enough to outpace the captors pursing him. He didn't know who it was, but he did know that nothing good could come from the meeting. They must live around town, as they weren't too much older than he was, but it was old enough to frighten him. He glanced bhind him, seeing how far behind him they were, but before he could catch sight of them, he slammed straight into a large body. His fearful face whipped around to look into the sneering features of another member or their posse. Figured.

The man grabbed him roughly and jammed his hands into all of Chris' pockets. Finding them empty - for Chris had not brought any wallet or form of cash with him, he wordlessly shoved Chris against the wall. The other two men had caught up by now, and the morbid sounds of their sinister snickers were echoing off the walls of the alleyway eeriely.

It all began when one grabbed Chris throat and shoved his head up, as if he was trying to strangle the boy. He whimpered, which recieved a punch in the stomach, and a surprised yell escaped his lips. "Shut up!" Came the cry, follewed by another hard blow to the midsection. Pain exploded behind his skull. He felt one of them tugging at his jeans, and his heartbeat heightened from terror of what their plan was. The man, who seemed like he was slightly intoxicated, fumbled at Chris' belt buckle, and the one holding Chris' head up began to suck on the boy's neck. He squirmed his lithe body, but the blunt force of their strong hands on his body began to weaken him. He fought on, and felt one of his ribs groan slightly under their massive fists. He was doomed.

[Sync]

He'd been sat in the bar for hours. Not really getting drunk, but just making sure he could sit there without anything worrying him. He gestured to the barmaid to get him another, and then snorted in annoyance when she batted her eyelashes at him. "I'm gay." he told her bluntly, relishing in the disappointment that crossed her features. He decided this would be his last. Handing the money over to the woman, he nursed the drink for a while. At the beginning of the night, images of Max and the weed had filled his mind. But now it was pretty much blank, only the faint shouting of someone telling him to stop. Downing his drink with a satisfied sigh, he got up. Pulling on his coat, he nodded his head when a couple of people said goodbye. Why were people so friendly around here? With a grumble he pushed open the door to the bar and left. As soon as he was outside, he pulled out his cigarettes and lit one. Taking a long puff, he turned and set off on his way.

A noise made him pause, the sound of struggling. And what was that? A punch? Sounded around the stomach, maybe the ribs. Ieuan shook his head at how quickly he could identify that. Ieuan carried on closer toward the alley, and looked down. Two burly men greeted them, blocking his view to something else. He stretched up and looked between their shoulders. The sight that greeted him made his features soured. Another man had a smaller male pinned against the wall. The boy squirmed again, and recognition danced across Ieuan's features. An almost feral snarl started in his throat, he hadn't even known it was coming himself. But the feeling in his chest told him that he needed to protect Chris, whether he liked him or not. The dumb asses that were protecting their pal as they molested Chris finally saw that Ieuan was there. They began to advance toward him, but the look on Ieuan's features worried them. You could see their steps faltering, unsure whether to go any further. "Good choice." he hissed when they stopped. He stubbed out his cigarette, and met the eyes of Chris's captor. He saw the fury in Ieuan's eyes. This seemed to amuse the man, and he began to laugh. "Your going to regret that." he snarled.

Ieuan continued forward, only to be stopped by the goons. Without even thinking, he pulled back his arm and then sent his first forward. It connected with goon number 1's jaw, and the sickening crack of his jaw dislocating echoed in the narrow alley way. Goon 2 faltered again, and then took off. Obviously friendship wasn't as important as staying in one piece. Goon 1 had sunken to the floor, and Ieuan continued forward. He hadn't looked at Chris since he'd first seen him. The ring leader turned to face Ieuan, furious that he'd interrupted his 'bit of fun.' "You're gonna pay kid!" he growled, and Ieuan just gave a dark laugh. "Alright then big guy, come at me." he dared. The man began to loom toward him, and anyone else would be threatened. But Ieuan thrived when faced with a challenge. The man suddenly grabbed Ieuan, he hadn't expected it. Again, another instinctive reaction coursed through his frame. He brought his knee up and connected it with the man's groin. The man released Ieuan, clutching his groin in pain. His air wheezed through his lungs, and he slumped on the ground. Just as he thought he may have won, he heard the shuffling of goon 1 getting up. With a groan, he turned to face him. His fist went for the goon's stomach, and as he did he shouted to Chris. "Run! Before the other one gets up!" he hollered, before slamming his fist into the underpart of the goon's chin. He knew the man must have bitten his tongue pretty bad, as blood began to sliver from his parted mouth.

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[Myssi]

Chris wasn't sure how much longer it would take for them to get it all over with. He would fight for as long as he could, but a teenager of his size against three of them meant that eventually he would be raped and then there was always the possiblity of the men wanting to finish their nasty deed with his death. He mentally jotted down what hurt - His abdominal area and chest were ching the worse, and his face had a eye that would be black if he didn't get ice on it. His jaw ached a bit as well. He wasn't sure when they'd decided to start hitting him in the face, but they had, and it hurt. But suddenly two of the three ceaed their wicked actions, and panting Chris looked up to see what had made them stop.

It was the male who had been ex-boyfriend to Max... Ieuan was his name. Chris watched him, his eyes pleading for help. The men started towards Ieuan, but then they met the gaze of the younger male, a gaze that could frighten a rogue elephant into pausing it's deadly charge. That fearsome gaze passed over Chris and met the eyes of the man holding Chris, who began to cackle at the anger residing in the orbs. Ieuan's response brought relief to Chris, and he began to twist and struggle again, fighting for his freedom with renewed strength. With a snarl, the man punched the teenager twice, once in the stomach that made Chris cough hoarsely, and then in the jaw again, making him spray a few drops of blood and saliva. Then he turned toward Ieuan, as Chris shook, falling heavily onto his side, flinching violently at the pain that ripped across his body. Clenching his teeth, he managed to stand up, quavering for balance. By now, his counterpart had the ring leader on the ground, one had fled, and the last was getting the crap knocked out of him. Vaguely, Chris heard Ieuan yelling at him to run.

Like hell. He growled in his head and looked at the downed man. Drawing back his foot, his kicked the male solidly in the back of the head, and watched as the body went still. He knew that his attacker was not dead, but merely knocked out stone cold for possibly the rest of the night.

The momentum of such an attempt of motion made Chris waver dangerously on his feet. He stumbled over to the wall, and immediately had to slide down, shaking and holding his head, feeling traumatized by what had just occured, and knowing he could possibly have a concussion from the violent knocks on the head issued to him. Still, he blearly raised his pounding skull and asked Ieuan, "Are you okay?"

[Sync]

He looked back in surprise when he heard Chris's foot connect with some part of the ring leader. A brief mask of admiration passed over his features before his attention was grabbed by the goon. This man just wouldn't give up. He lunged for Ieuan, narrowly missing his jaw. He continued though, and caught Ieuan's side. With a gasp, he heard the sickening crack of a rib. Fury built up in the male, and he slammed his fist into the goon's nose. Broken. Again into the side of his head. "Timber.." he muttered as the man fell, clutching his head painfully. Ieuan kicked him in the stomach for good measure. The male then coughed, causing a little blood to come into his mouth. Spitting it out, he grimaced. For a man who was almost always in fights, you'd think he'd be used to blood by now. But no, it still affected him. Turning toward Chris, he heard the question and laughed darkly. Shaking his head in disbelief, he walked over to where Chris was slumped. "Max is going to kill me when he sees you." he offered awkwardly. No doubt Ieuan would be blamed instantly, and he hope Chris's loyalties weren't too important. He could handle this kid hating him, but not Max. That would break him. It wouldn't be a pretty sight for anyone. "C'mon. Hospital." he announced, leaning down and wrapping his arm around Chris's waist. Pulling up the male effortlessly, he held him close to his side as he guided him from the alley way.

Ieuan's side was painful, but as they walked into the light that was offered by the street lamps, he saw how beaten up Chris was. His brow furrowed. Ieuan didn't look that bad, no hit had landed on his face. The only thing that hurt was his side and his fists. He knew from experience that the pain in his fists would reside soon, it already was. "Remind me never to ask you for backup when I'm in a fight next." he chuckled. Ieuan really was a strange being. A fight always made him feel happier, as if he'd just relieved all of his troubles. People who knew him well, especially his uncle, knew when he'd been up to something. It wasn't such a good thing, but he couldn't help it. Beating the crap out of someone always made him feel better. Casting a glance over his shoulder, he saw no evidence of the two getting up. Chris must have really knocked out the leader, and the goon was in too much pain. Taking a breath, he looked back at Chris. Again, he was startled at the state of the boy. He held the male closer to him subconsciously and picked up the speed. All thoughts about his own injuries had been forgotten, he knew he had to get Chris to the hospital quickly. "How many times did he hit you, and where?" he asked bluntly. If he could list off most of the injuries to the nurses, things would go quicker.

They were now at the path which led them directly to the entrance of A&E. A nurse saw the state the pair were in and gasped. She ushered them straight into one of the cubical's. Well, she tried to make Ieuan go into a separate one but he refused. She made Chris sit on the bed, and Ieuan took the chair beside it. She promised them that the doctor would be here right away. Ieuan nodded shortly, his oracles still trained on Chris. As much as Ieuan disliked him, he didn't want to see Chris in this sort of pain. He looked really beaten up, only to enhanced by the harsh lighting of the hospital. Ieuan could feel his stomach stirring, and he knew what was coming. Forcing himself not to cough, he sat painfully. Looking around, his oracles landed on the stupid cardboard bowls given for you to throw up in. Snatching it off the counter, he coughed and the blood splattered into the bowl. He recoiled, and the nurse reentered. She took the bowl silently, disposing of it before returning. "Cracked or broken?" she asked referring to his ribs, her brow furrowed. "Cracked I think." he muttered, and she nodded. Her attention then went to Chris, as did his.

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[Myssi]

Confused hazel-brown eyes gazed up at Ieuan at the sound of his laugh, unsureness shining in them, but a hint of trust as well. Chris doubted that Ieuan would ever lay a hand on him to purposely cause harm, and the boy's next words made him even more assured. "I doubt Max remembers who I am. I'm easily forgotten, a kid who's just a geeky freak of nature."

He looked up at Ieuan's words, but didn't protest, knowing how embarressing it would be to enter the hospital and tell them he was an attempted rape victum, and he closed his eyes at the thought. Then he felt himself being pulled to his feet, and wavered slightly before Ieuan's arm wrapped itself around his waist. Stars exploded in his head, And he allowed it to slump forward and rest his chin on his collarbone. "Thanks for saving me." He murmured. "I'd probably be lying dead back there by now."

They went along, step after painful step, Chris' head getting lighter, and more and more painful. He chuckled when Ieuan's words came floating to him, replying with; "When you're the only one to survive, your mom gets protective, so you don't really get to join any karate classes when you're in grade school." He knew the words probably made no sense, but he doubted Ieuan was listening or cared about what he was talking about.

He couldn't remember much about the trip over to the hospital, but one thing was constant in his mind; Ieuan's arm secured around his slender waist. He could feel the muscled forearm being poked by his bony hips, and the feeling of being held kept the boy awake. He grimaced when Ieuan asked the question. "I don't know how many times. All three of them were on me because I was moving too much. But they mosting hit my abdomen, face, and lower chest. They may have bruised some ribs and I'm pretty sure they managed to give me a concussion."

As the last words slipped from his mouth, he saw the nurse, and when he did, he suddenly felt relief. Maybe the pain would be over soon.

Chris' head melted when Ieuan refused to leave. He sat on the bed, rocking slightly to keep his balance as the nurse came and went, his breathing ragged and eyes closed. Suddenly, the woman returned, and she unbuttoned the boy's black flannel shirt to exposed an abdomen darkening with several large bruises, and ribs jutting from a skinny body that were also becoming blue, though he had a pretty nasty looking cut on his left side where he'd fallen. But his eyes were on Ieuan, worried. "You cracked your ribs? Why didn't you tell me?" He asked, guilt evident in his voice.

[Sync]

Chris couldn't have been more wrong about Max, but Ieuan wasn't about to correct him. He just gave a little huff when Chris thanked him. Ieuan still wasn't entirely sure why he had done it himself. Again, when Chris spoke, Ieuan had nothing to say back. This kid had the knack of confusing him alright. Finally they got around to listing the injuries, and Ieuan grimaced. He hadn't expected him to be hit that much, but it explained the state he was in. Ieuan's hold on him became much more delicate on Chris, but still protective. And then, finally, they were at the hospital and already being fussed around with by the nurse. The nurse wasted no time in working on Chris, causing Ieuan to look around nervously. He felt like he shouldn't be sat there, but couldn't make himself get up and move. His oracles grazed Chris's chest and stomach, and he sucked in a breath. But he felt Chris's eyes on him, and Ieuan's own narrowed. His question made him chuckle darkly again. "Because I don't look like that." he said, before standing. He needed some air. His side could wait. Plus, he should really text Max that Chris was in hospital.

He left the cubical without a word, ignoring the protests from the nurse. He didn't need any help, he could take care of himself. He stormed right through the waiting room, narrowly missing a bumbling drunk man. He growled in frustration, and then sighed in relief when he finally got outside. Everything was getting a little too much. He span around once and then his fist connected with the wall in front of him. He didn't really know he was doing it, but it was too late now. "F**K!" he shouted, earning a mass of glares. He ignored them though. For good measure, he also kicked the wall. Wincing slightly, he pulled out his cell phone. He simply sent a four worded text, not really bothered what Max's reaction would be. Chris is in hospital. After he'd sent it, the phone was stuffed back into his pocket. His side was now aching, and he had to clasp it tightly to ease it a little. He knew he needed it to be checked out and wrapped tightly. But the urge to go back to Chris was strange to him, preventing him from entering the hospital again. He looked down at his hand, which was now bleeding pretty bad. The ache in it was becoming more and more insistent. Giving up, he walked back in and straight through to the cubical's.

He reentered Chris's cubical, looking at the floor as if he was a boy caught up to no good. The blood seeping from his knuckles had began to drip on the floor and the nurse tutted at him. He furrowed his brow but did nothing more. He returned to the chair, sitting down heavily. He still didn't look at Chris, he felt bad for rushing out on him. He knew that he should have stayed put. "Would it be stupid to ask if you were feeling okay?" he asked quietly, looking up finally. The nurse was still looking at Ieuan disapprovingly, but he ignored her. His oracles only landed on Chris's face. He could feel the nurse tugging at his hand to inspect the damage, and Ieuan visibly winced at her gentle touch. He'd obviously broken that as well as a rib. She was still tutting at him while he looked a Chris. There was obvious concern in his usually angered oracles, as well as something else. It couldn't really be placed.

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[Myssi]

Chris' body shivered at the sound of the laugh, and at the touch of the nurse, not wishing to be felt anymore, wanting to just sleep. The nurse then looked at him seriously as she put the finishing touches on a bandage she'd put tightly on his side. "Did they do what their intent was?" She asked, and Chris shook his head, regreting the slow movement almost instantly. "Lie down now, hon, the doctor will be here soon."

The boy did lie down, and as soon as he did, he felt relief come to his aching head. Now that the pain wasn't throbbing, he noticed how his whole body ached with sores, and bruising. He'd never known this level of hurt. He shut his eyes tightly, wishing that people would stop making so much noise, wishing that his head would stop hurting, wishing that Ieuan was back here...

The older male confused Chris. He knew that Ieuan must still have feelings for Max, or else he would not have reacted so violently to Chris' presence with the other male. Chris gave a sigh, his body tightening painfully as the breath caught in his chest. Suddenly, he heard footsteps enter. Oddly enough, it was like he knew it was Ieuan, so he didn't raise his head; he simply allowed it to rest there on the pillow, willing the pain away.

He was surprised at the question, and started to look at Ieuan to answer, but flinched at the light and closed them again. "Not a stupid question. I could be worse." I could be raped.

He managed to squint out of one eye and looked at Ieuan, and his brow furrowed at the sight of the hand. HE glanced at Ieuan and carfefully asked, "Do I want to know what the other guy looks like, or will it make me throw up?" He offered Ieuan a shy grin, one like a peace offering. He didn't want the boy to hate him; Chris didn't hate him, couldn't find it in himself to hate him. This man had just saved his life after all. Maybe it was best to tell him so...

He settled himself back onto the cot, gently, and allowed his head to loll back. "I don't hate you, y'know... If you thought that at all." He said, his mind starting to go black. The nurse looked up and quickly set Ieuan's half-wrapped hand on his lap. She shook Chris quickly, and he awoke again, looking dazed and groggy. She bit her lip and looked at Ieuan. "I'll finish your hand in a minute, but if I don't get the doctor in here, then we won't know how serious this concussion is. Whatever you do, don't let him sleep." She told him, then hurried off. Chris seemed quite confused, his eyes starting to close once more.

[Sync]

Ieuan knew what Chris was thinking when he answered his question. His fists clenched when he thought back to the mens obvious intentions, ignoring the pain and the protests from the nurse. Forcing himself to relax, he allowed the nurse to go back to doing her job. He then felt Chris's gaze on his beaten up hand, and he couldn't help but laugh. This laughter was much more relaxed, amused if you will. It wasn't the dark laughter he'd been spurting earlier. The words made his laughter increase that little bit. "It was just a wall this time. I promise." he chuckled, his oracles sparkling with amusement. It was quickly flattened again, Chris turned serious. Ieuan offered no other reaction other than a small nod, almost non existent actually. He could see that Chris was slowly slipping into unconsciousness, and his features became worried once again.

He watched as the nurse shook him awake, and then abandoned what she was doing to Ieuan's hand once again. Her orders sunk into his mind slowly, and he only leaped up to react when he saw Chris slipping into unconsciousness once more. Wincing at the quick movement, he went to Chris's side. His non-damaged hand went to Chris's arm, shaking him gently. "C'mon Chris, stay with me. The doctor will be here soon, he'll make you better." His words were urgent, pleading even. He kept his hand moving up and down Chris's arm, hoping to keep him awake with the contact. The nurse looked back in, confirming that the doctor would be here in no time. Ieuan huffed in relief, but stayed stood and kept his contact. "Stay with us Chris." he kept chanting, his accented vocals hushed. This nurse patted him on the back, commending him for doing it. "Just keep doing that hon', the doctor will be here any minute. she assured him. "He better." Ieuan growled, hooking his foot around the leg of the chair. His side was becoming to painful to stay standing, so he pulled the chair as close as possible. Sitting down, he looked at the cubical entrance. Still no sign of the doctor. The hospital wasn't that busy for God sake. The nurse was then in his ear again. "Don't think you can escape when he arrives either, he's got to check out that rib. Don't think I can't see you wincing."

[/color] she muttered. He hissed, but didn't object. He knew it was pretty obvious. He was just glad he wasn't coughing up blood anymore.


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[Onzy]

Lestat had been busy in trauma for a while. Every time he finished with one patient, another two replaced them. For some reason the biggest were car accidents, and as he reaffirmed the Christmas season as "The Silly Season." The craziest case that came in was someone who had tried to crush a beer can on their head and managed to cut themselves open. There hadn't been a moment when he wasn't busy, and he had gone through two sets of scrubs so far. His beeper went off again, another emergency that had just come through. He sighed, and finished up with the current patient.

Pulling off the latex gloves, he grabbed his stethoscope and made his way towards the nurse's station. Young male. Bruised ribs, possibly cracked and possible concussion. Another male with cracked ribs, bruised knuckles another possible crack, the nurse briefed him as he walked. Lestat nodded and by the time he entered the cubicle he actually saw the damage. Should I be worried about seeing the other guy, he said with a wry grin, before going to the one lying on the bed.

Lestat felt his head, moving along the back of the skull, after which he proceeded to shine the torch into the male's eyes. Ribs were definitely bruised, but not cracked or broken. You have a concussion, but it's not serious. Your ribs are also bruised, so we just gonna strap you up. You'll be staying overnight for observation.

Turning to the one in the chair he noticed how pretty beat up he looked. Right. So what happened here? he asked, while the nurse was giving the male on the bed a morphine drip to combat the pain. Lestat started cleaning the cuts, and feeling for fractures in the other's hand. Take off your shirt so I can see your ribs, he said, and waited for the male to comply. His sides were starting to show the ugly bruises, and when Lestat started feeling, he noticed the obvious wincing. He turned to the nurse, and simply said, Strap him up as well, and get a brace onto his hand. He looked up questioningly when another male entered with a harassed looking nurse behind them. I told him to wait, she stammered out.

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Max sat in the dorm room, busy with the homework that he was swamped with. His mood was slightly uplifted since he and Ieuan had made up with each other, and the fact that he had one on the side already. Now he just had to snare Chris, but he actually liked the male, and did harbor feelings for him. Ieuan would always be the one he loved first, but somehow... Everything was just complicated. The science jumbled his thoughts, and in the end everything was a chemical reaction that needed to be balanced to work. The smoke detectors in the rooms made it impossible to smoke, and Max was already putting on his jacket when a text came through on his phone. Caller ID said it was Ieuan, and Max nearly had a heart attack when he read it. Chris is in hospital was all that it stated, but those four words were enough to get him to react.

Usually he would have gone to Uncle to fetch the BMW, as it was a safer drive, specially at high speeds, but his uncle was spending nights at his long time girlfriend. Max grabbed his own car keys and ran down to the parking lot, gathering stares as he went.

The drive into town seemed to take forever, and by the time he reached the hospital, Max had frightened himself silly. If Chris was in the hospital, and Ieuan had let him know, then was it Ieuan who had done it? Instantly the answer came as yes, but the more Max thought, the more unlikely it seemed. He ran into the emergency room. Chris Evans? he enquired at the nurses station. Are you family? the woman asked. Max's eyes flashed in anger. Why today did they have to follow protocol. No I am not, he growled back at the woman. Then I'm sorry. I can't give out information to non-family members. she said stoically. For Christ sakes! he shouted at the nurse. He's my bloody boyfriend! he added. Lie big, and you'll get things accomplished. The nurse merely raised her eyebrows and shook her head. I'm sorry. I can't, she said, looking as if she was on the verge of tears.

Max felt bad for shouting at her, but he will apologise later. By chance he looked towards the doors, and as a staff member opened the door, he spotted Chris and Ieuan in a cubicle. He moved as fast he could, through the doors wrenching open the curtain. The nurse ran after him. Max's face held one of shock, and looked over his two loves searching for something. Ieuan, looked grumpy, and Chris, well he made Max's heart beat faster even in the state he was in.

[Myssi]

Chris stared at Ieuan, seeking out the male as the anchor keeping him awake. When the male moved away slightly, Chris' brain yelled in protest. Don't leave me again! I don't like hospitals... But he quickly relaxed when he felt Ieuan close by, confused by why he wanted the older boy near him. It was then that he realized that he must be falling in love, yet again, and still retaining feelings for Ieuan's boyfriend. Shame filled him, for he couldn't seem to help himself. He wanted both of them, but at the same time, he didn't. He would be a third wheel.

When the doctor entered, Chris allowed himself to quit thinking and purely concentrate on the man's hands, and if it hurt when he touched the back of Chris' head. His skyull was a little tender, but nothing more. He gave a sigh of relief for having no outward damage, and only escaping the incident with bad bruises and minor head hurts.

Ieuan, on the other hand, was not so lucky, and the thought of the male getting so badly beaten because of his weakness, made Chris feel guilty. However, he was eternally grateful for Ieuan, and even if he didn't like Chris too much, the teenager had a hope that maybe someday they would be able to be friends. He had decided that he didn't want Ieuan for an enemy.

He sharp ears caught the sound of someone yelling in the lobby, and he cocked his head slightly, his eyes pausing slightly on Ieuan as they sought the door. He was aware of getting hooked to an IV, but refused to look at the needle. A slight blush rosed his pale face as Ieuan removed his shirt but he fought back the urge to look and remained staring curiously at the door. his inquiring mind was soon satisfied, for none other than Max burst through the door. The injured male gazed at him in surprise, but did no more. How in the world had he known that Ieuan was in the hospital? Perhaps the man had called him when he'd departed some time earlier. But why had Max rested his eyes on him, and barely spared his boyfriend a glance?

[Sync]

Finally the damn doctor appeared causing Ieuan to give a deep sigh of relief. He moved away from Chris for the man to do his job. He watched closely as the doctor checked over Chris, glaring at him accusingly when the boy gave even the slightest trace of discomfort. He diagnosed what was wrong with Chris pretty quickly, and then all attention was turned onto him. And then the question arose. He looked at Chris briefly, and then turned back to the Doctor. "A fight." he said simply, offering no other explanation. "Oh, and I just punched a wall." He gave a dry chuckle, humor hinting at his features. He removed his shirt slowly, just because the quicker he did it, the more pain that struck. He didn't like the doctor touching his sides, he wasn't a huge fan of contact but didn't protest. What did startle him was the shouting. The nurse had already been coming towards him when Max entered, and Ieuan's features soured. He barely took one glance at Ieuan, his attention went straight to Chris. Wordlessly, he stood and picked up his T-Shirt. Once again, the nurse was shouting at him but he ignored her. He pulled his shirt on painfully, but refused to wince. His form shoved past Max and out into the emergency room. He didn't want to go outside again, so decided on the cafeteria.

He walked carefully to the caff, his side protesting with each step. He didn't want to go back to the cubical's, he couldn't now. He saw the way Max looked at Chris, it infuriated Ieuan. And the fact that he may actually be developing a fondness to the kid as well complicated things. Damn it all. He pushed open the cafeteria door with his good hand, to be greeted by almost silence. One lady stood behind the counter, boredom evident on her features. Two others sat at the tables, both on different ones. Their expressions were ones for stress, much like his own. He was in good company. He painfully carried himself toward the counter, his expression sullen as he approached. "Black coffee." he ordered, handing over the money and taking the coffee when it was done. There was no other exchange between them, and Ieuan liked the woman for that. He went over to a table in the farthest corner, hoping to stay hidden. He sat down heavily, causing pain to dance along the right side of his body. He closed his eyes tight, before reopening them and taking a sip of the drink. He hadn't realized he'd been so thirsty.

He now had his head placed heavily on his arms, flexing his half bandaged damaged hand. The pain was unreal, but he kept doing it to himself. He felt like he deserved it. He had no desire to get up and go back to A&E. In fact, he was thinking about just getting up and leaving. That was suddenly very appealing to him. He drank the rest of his coffee and then pushed himself up with the help of the table. He sighed deeply, which also caused pain, and made his way from the cafeteria. He half hobbled, half stormed through the hallways, ending up outside once again. As he left the main entrance, he realized he'd have to pass the A&E entrance to get back to the college. Taking a deep breath, he walked toward it. His steps slowed the closer he got, and by the time he reached it, he'd come to a full stop. He couldn't make himself go any further, no matter how much his brain screamed at him. But he also couldn't enter it. With a frustrated sigh, he dug into his pocket with his good hand and brought out a cigarette and his lighter. Popping the cigarette between his lips, he lit it and took a long drag. This calmed him dramatically, and he slumped lazily against the wall. It was the only thing now keeping him standing, but it would still be a while before he admitted defeat.

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[Onzy]

Lestat knew about people being upset, but the teenager he faced was beyond upset. It was difficult to imagine it, but there was a lot of tension in that small cubicle. It's okay, he told the nurse, who promptly turned around and went back to her station. The male who he had just finished with also stormed out of the cubicle with an angry nurse shouting after him. Just leave him as well. He'll be back hopefully, Lestat said with a sigh. He turned to the one that stormed off, We're moving him now. It'll be okay, he said with a reassuring smile. Teenagers was the only thing he thought. Okay, so he didn't know what was going on between those three, but he would want to keep an eye on the two that had obvious anger issues.

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Max stood pointedly in the small space. He was not moving until he had some answers, and by God he was going to get them. Obviously it was not going to be tonight, as Ieuan had left as soon as he had arrived. Taking deep breaths to control his anger, Max soon relaxed. He blushed shame faced when the doctor told him where Chris was going. Ieuan did not have a good influence on him at all. He had changed the last while, but for the better? Here he was in love with two complete opposites, and heck he was confused.

Deciding to find Ieuan later, Max walked next to the bed as they went to the room that Chris would be staying in. The doctor hadn't even mentioned his outburst for which Max felt so guilty about. He wanted Chris to be okay, and he wanted the same for Ieuan. He wanted to be with both at the same time, and he had no idea how he was going to be able to do it. Ieuan pretended to like the compromise that they were in, but Max could see that it killed him to do so. Sharing wasn't a strong point.

I'll be back in a few minutes, he told Chris with a soft smile. Now it was for the Ieuan hunt. Checking the cafeteria he found no one, so he proceeded outside. Yup, there he was. Max walked up to the smoking figure. How you feeling? he asked with concern. I'm sorry, he said, I really have no right to ask you that after what happened in A&E, he added softly. His blue eyes tried to gauge the males reaction, but Max was pretty cut up between Ieuan and Chris both being injured.

[Myssi]

Chris watched in utter confusion as Ieuan left, but at least he wasn't alone this time. His gaze never wavered from Ieuan's departing back until the male was out of sight, and then he looked at Max instead, as though asking what he was going to do to get him back. But Chris was pulled gently up from the bed and brought into an overnight room. He sat heavily on the bed, staring down at the collection of darkened skin covering his chest and stomach, amazed by the amount of wounds he'd sustained. The cut on his rib had bled through the bandage a little, and he stared at the red dots as if he'd never seen anything like it before.

He looked up at Max as the boy departed, and quietly said to his empty chair, "Please make sure he's okay." Then gave a small sigh. A nurse entered and set down a folded hospital robe on his bed, and he looked at it like it was a horrible demon from hell. "Sorry hon, but it's hospital procedure for you to wear it." The boy sighed again and stood, glad to have the room to himself once more. Then, he quickly undressed and slipped the thin material on, crawling into the bed gratefully. A few minutes later, the woman re-entered, and re-filled his IV bag to make sure it was full, the put a pulse moniter on his finger and a placed a small... thing on his chest, something he guessed would report on his breathing at all times. "It's okay for you to go to sleep now." She told him, then left for a final time, leaving him to it.

Sleep came quickly, but the rest was welcome, for the teenager never slept well anymore these days. Visions of a girl his age that he presumed to be his deceased sister haunted him mercilessly, and kept him awake for hours on end, sending him into cold sweats before he'd ever shut his eyes. Though in recent nights, images of Max and even Ieuan robbed him of his rest as well. He was grateful for this black sleep, easily sliding into the inky darkness of pitch black. Maybe he wouldn't hurt so much when he woke up.

[Sync]

It didn't take too long for Max to appear after Ieuan arrived at the entrance. He looked at Max, distaste clouding his features. The question made him snort with anger, but before he could react, Max was apologizing. Ieuan just frowned, offering no other reaction. "I'm not going to tell you what happened, it's up to Chris to do that." His tone was tinged with anger. He pushed himself away from the wall, with every intention of going home. Apparently his body didn't agree, he wheezed as pain ricocheted through his side. A cough rose in his throat, only giving enough time to groan painfully. He coughed up blood, gagging at the taste as it invaded his mouth. Looking around, he knew he had no time to get to a bin to spit it out. Spitting it on the floor, he recoiled once again. He hated blood. Clutching his side, he refused to look at Max. He knew what he'd see when he did, and didn't want to see the concern. He leaned against the wall once again, looking at his feet. "Maybe I should let the nurse strap up my ribs." he said weakly, his vocals hoarse. His throat was beginning to ache from the coughing.

He pushed away from the wall once again, wincing only slightly. He paused to see if he needed to cough again. He didn't. Without looking at Max, he entered A&E in silence. The nurse seemed to be waiting for him, glaring at him through narrowed eyes. Ieuan gave a slight smirk, showing his blood stained lips. "Come on you, you've caused enough trouble for one day. Now lets get you strapped up and off home." she scolded him like a mother would, taking his arm and steering him through the doors and into a cubical. Ieuan didn't protest, his side was aching too much. She gestured for him to remove his shirt, which he did painfully. He kept his frame slouched as he waited her for prepare the bandages. It was the most comfortable position to be in, he found. Eventually, the nurse was ready. Ieuan straightened up, a small gasp slipping through his lips. The nurse looked at him sympathetically, then got on with her work. Her expert hands moved quickly, gentle too. He was thankful for that. Last time he'd ended up in hospital, the nurse hadn't been so careful. She actually caused more pain than the guy he'd fought. He swore she enjoyed it. Finally, she was done. "There you go sweetheart. You're all set." she told him, helping him put his shirt back on. Ieuan hadn't seemed so vulnerable in years. "Can I go see Chris?" he questioned, looking at the nurse carefully. She rose a brow, and then nodded. Telling him the room, he stood and made his way to the room.

The door was slightly ajar, he wasn't sure if Max was inside or not. Actually, he wasn't sure where Max got to at all. His brow furrowed as he stood outside, maybe visiting now wasn't the best idea. Although he couldn't make himself go inside, he also couldn't leave. He leaned against the wall, it wasn't as painful any more, and slid down it. His behind hit the ground with a soft thud, and he leaned his head against the wall. A deep sigh emitted from him once again, but exhaustion began to seep into his aching bones. Nurses and doctors passed by him, the odd relative. They looked at him curiously, but paid no mind to him. His eye lids flickered, and then finally closed. He was drifting on the plains of sleep, half conscious, half not. He could hear movements around him, but wasn't separating them as he did while awake. Finally, his head slumped forward and he fell into a sleep. A stupid place to do so, yes. But he wasn't moving, not willingly anyway.

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outfit; Coming! lyrics; demolition lovers by mcr
notes; Tis okay.

[Onzy]

Max raised an eyebrow at Ieuan. He wasn't asking what happened, he knew that it was up to Chris to tell him. He didn't want Ieuan angry at him though, and was already trying to figure out a way to stop it. Ieuan started coughing up blood, and Max drew back a concerned hand. Not with this one. Ieuan hated people being concerned about him, and all Max could do was stand there. Maybe you should, was his answer to Ieuan's weak statement.

Once Ieuan left, he was torn between going to Ieuan or to Chris. He decided on the latter, and made his way tiredly to the room. The night's events had taken their toll on him as well, and he wondered what had caused the pair to be roughed up so badly. He pulled the chair that was in the room closer to the bed, and he watched the sleeping male. Why did everyone have to look so peaceful when sleeping?

Quite out of impulse, he took the fragile hand. Chris's fingers were slightly cold to the touch, but Max's thought's were a swirling with confusion. Where was Ieuan? He thought that he would come to the room after he strapped up. Max quietly got up, and opened the door. Looking around, and then down, he saw Ieuan asleep on the floor. Max threaded his arm underneath Ieuan's shoulder and lifted him. He put Ieuan in the chair where he had sat, and managed to find another blanket, which he threw over Ieuan. Sitting down on the floor on the opposite side of the bed, he looked at the sleeping pair.

Sleep consumed him for a few minutes, but he forced himself to stay awake. Pulling an all nighter was one of his skills, and he always did it with ease.

ATTIRE

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