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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Nov 6, 2016 3:10:14 GMT -5
"Well apparently you aren't." He scoffed, "An accident." he mocked.
He ignored her second comment, "Did you see the doctor?" he asked her.
It was true that Lyra had screwed up, but from the moment she had consented to leave he had begun to have his doubts. When she had been taken as well and struggling for her life a part of him realized that she was just a young girl too. He needed to save her and get back to Sam.
The more he thought about it the more he disliked his thoughts. Lyra was just a girl, she was barely out of school and disowned. He honestly couldn't blame her for milking any contacts she had, even if they were the people he cared about. She was doing the best she could. And her constant tears about hurting Julian and Mason and being a burden to Sam. Either she truly felt that way or she thought it might sway him. He was too tired to care or sort it out at the moment, but she wasn't leaving. Not until he did sort it out, and not until this business with their attacker was sorted out.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Nov 6, 2016 3:32:37 GMT -5
Lyra made a noise somewhere between a sigh and a grunt. "Yes, he said you're going to be fine. Basically you're just a big baby with a scratch on his side." Nicolas had actually lost a lot of blood, as stomach wounds tended to bleed more profusely than the limbs, but the attacker had missed any vital organs and the doctor was able to stop the bleeding and seal his wound rather quickly.
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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Nov 6, 2016 11:57:09 GMT -5
"What?" he asked confused, "No you silly girl. I meant for yourself." he looked at her sternly, "Clearly not as your shoulder is still scraped, your hands and leg too I presume." he said with exasperation.
"I'll not have Sam yelling at me that I didn't return you in perfect condition. Go fetch a doctor."
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Nov 6, 2016 14:12:29 GMT -5
Lyra looked down at her hands in confusion. She hadn't noticed the deep red tracks along her palms and up her forearms. She looked at her shoulder and found very similar markings running over her shoulder and toward her chest. She didn't need to inspect her leg to know she'd likely find the same as the stinging sensation she had felt while Nicolas was being cared for now made sense. Lyra had paid it no mind as she prepared for her disappearing act. "I didn't realize..." she said, mostly to herself.
Her confusion turned to annoyance. "Why do you even care? You're the one accusing me of interloping on your inner circle. You're the one who told me to leave. You're not returning me at all, in any condition." Lyra was stubborn and she wouldn't back down without a fight. It didn't make sense to her that Nicolas could spew such hateful insults at her earlier and tell her to run away, and now he was demanding she have a doctor look at her injuries.
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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Nov 6, 2016 14:28:35 GMT -5
He grew annoyed as well, " I already told you that you can't leave." he bit out, "That option is off the table now that we were attacked by some madman. Sam would hunt you down herself, to say nothing of Julian or Mason, to make sure that you were safe. As for the rest of it, the damage is done, it will come to light one way or another and there's nothing we can do about it now but brace for the fall out. I now have more important things to worry about than what you will do to Sam's reputation, apparently there's a serial killer after her. And as long as you are staying in the picture then you will have to remain cared for until this fiasco is finished with. Sam would never forgive me if something were to happen to you. Julian wouldn't survive your death after what happened to Belle, and Mason would likely be upset as well. So you see it'd be best if you quit arguing with me and simply do as I say."
Never mind the fact that yes Nicolas did care that there was a wounded woman in his presence. He had been raised better than that.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Nov 6, 2016 14:54:28 GMT -5
"You should have just let him take me!" she yelled at him out of frustration. Lyra didn't want to brace for the fallout. She didn't want to see how much pain she had caused with her stupidity. She wanted to be a coward and hide from it all.
She turned and left the room, calling for a doctor before the door swung shut, just to shut Nicolas up. "Apparently I need a bloody doctor!"
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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Nov 6, 2016 14:59:10 GMT -5
"If I knew you were going to be so ungrateful I might have!" he yelled at her, not meaning his words.
He smiled though when he heard her call for a doctor.
Nicolas was high handed, autocratic, and ruthless. It was difficult to earn his good opinion, but if he cared about you then you could do no wrong, and he would die to protect you. He extended that courtesy to Lyra for Sam's sake, but he also pushed Lyra away because he was worried about the girl's intentions toward the people he loved. That being said he didn't like her sudden hopelessness or sullen comments. It made her appear younger and more fragile, and he had come at her like a battering ram.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Nov 6, 2016 15:59:19 GMT -5
Nearly an hour later Lyra returned, looking less annoyed than when she had left. A large white bandage was taped to her shoulder, disappearing under the bodice of her dress. Another bandage was wrapped around her thigh, visible through the large tear in the skirt of her dress. Both hands were wrapped as well, the bandages on her left extending up nearly to her elbow. Lyra had insisted she didn't need so much attention as she hadn't even noticed the injuries until they were pointed out to her, but the nurse told her to be quiet and sit still. Lyra obeyed with a scowl on her face.
"Bloody waste of time," she muttered as her eyes landed on Nicolas once more. "Are you ready yet or does his majesty need more time to recover?"
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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Nov 6, 2016 16:07:09 GMT -5
Nik was annoyed as well. He didn't want to be in the hospital either, but the doctor insisted he stay until his blood could be replenished. The quickest way for that to happen was for him to nap.
Of course Lyra would interrupt him. He opened one eye and scanned her from head to toe. He was satisfied that she appeared as miserable as he did, "His majesty lost quite a bit of blood, and isn't allowed to be released until the numbers go up on his chart." he answered in a surly tone.
"You look like hell." he added.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Nov 6, 2016 16:25:59 GMT -5
"You don't look spectacular, either," she retorted. "But that was a problem you had to deal with before the attack, so I'm sure you're used to it." She crossed the room to look at his chart which hung next to his bed, not knowing what numbers he was talking about or understanding anything written there other than Nicolas' name.
"How long do they suspect you'll be here? If you're not letting me leave, I suppose I should call Sam."
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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Nov 6, 2016 16:39:04 GMT -5
He gave her a dirty look, "Don't touch that, you don't even know what you're looking at." he hissed at her. He didn't bother to comment on her appraisal of his looks.
"No." he said with authority, "Sam, hovers and mother gooses like no one else. I'll be fine."
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Nov 6, 2016 17:17:56 GMT -5
Lyra wasn't planning on messing with his charts, she only wanted to look to keep herself occupied while she waited with him. But his harsh tone irritated her and she snatched the clipboard with his record from the wall and held it above her head like a trophy.
"You ought to really stop trying to tell me what to do! I can make my own decisions, you know." She glared at him, willing him to get out of the bed and take the chart back from her.
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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Nov 6, 2016 17:34:44 GMT -5
She was being childish, he reached for his charts and could nearly reach them though he was still seated in bed.
"You impetuous child!" he said furiously, "You obviously can't make your own decisions, not any wise ones anyway." finally he stood and towered over her, easily taking his charts back.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Nov 6, 2016 18:00:34 GMT -5
"I'm a child, now?" she fumed as he easily confiscated the clipboard from her. "I thought I was a con artist? Or was it an opportunist? Oh no, I remember, I'm a harlot! So many clever names for a child!"
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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Nov 6, 2016 18:08:41 GMT -5
"Right now you're a pain in the-" he cut himself off and scowled at her.
"Now I am an ill man. I am ill having saved your hide, the least you could do is give me some peace." he growled at her sitting back down.
"Maybe you should go home and get cleaned up, if you can manage that much!"
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Nov 6, 2016 18:27:53 GMT -5
"Fine," she replied sternly. "I didn't want to be here anyway. I only didn't want you to be left alone in the hospital, but you've thoroughly reminded me that I don't give two sh*ts about you!" She warred internally with herself, as she couldn't really hate Nicolas. He had saved her life after all. But he was still a pompous knob who made her feel less than.
"The least I could do was let you bleed out in the carriage you ungrateful ass," she said as she left the room, slamming the door behind her.
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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Nov 6, 2016 18:36:24 GMT -5
"Peace at last." he said laying back in bed. He stretched out noticing how quiet it was without her chatter.
He reached for the water on his night stand, his throat tired from yelling at her. He saw the letters she had left for his closest friends. Perhaps he was the cad she accused him of being he thought briefly as he opened and read each one.
When he was finished he sighed and leaned back in the bed. Damn her hide for confusing him further. Just who the hell was she? Genuine hapless little fool? Or conniving temptress?
A question for another day.
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