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Post by Mary Tohrture on Aug 12, 2012 22:43:10 GMT -5
After reading JM's text, Mary jumped out of the bed and took Wellsie with her. She placed the baby girl in her crib and turned to open the door. There wasn't much time.
Less than two minutes later, John Matthew and Qhuinn walked into the bedroom holding a very green-looking Rhage. They threw him on the bed and gave her a very apologetic smile.
He was shivering and covered in black blood, which meant the Beast had been out. He looked at her and smiled despite the pain.
She rushed to his side and brushed a lock of hair off his forehead. She kissed his cold skin and then rushed to the bathroom to get the Alka-Seltzer.
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Post by Rhage Tohrture on Aug 12, 2012 22:53:22 GMT -5
He couldn't see her but he could smell her. The moment her sweet essence hit his nose, he knew he was home.
"Mary" he whispered hoarsely.
She was there immediately, holding a glass of water and a pair of Alka-Seltzer. He swallowed them quickly and then laid back on the matress.
He was cold, so fucking cold.
"Blood..." he groaned and he knew she'd understand.
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Post by Mary Tohrture on Aug 12, 2012 23:03:14 GMT -5
"I know, Hellren. I know" she whispered to him, knowing all his senses were over sensitive right now. She went to the bathroom again and took a washcloth, then she dampened it.
Back in the room, she took his sticky clothes off and started cleaning his skin, hating to see the dark blood staining it.
"Shhh, baby. I'm almost done".
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Post by Rhage Tohrture on Aug 12, 2012 23:12:41 GMT -5
God, that felt fantastic.
He closed his eyes and let out a sigh, enjoying the feeling of Mary's hand scrubbing his skin clean.
"Talk" he whispered.
He loved her voice. It calmed him, it comforted him.
It soothed him like nothing else could.
Mine.
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Post by Mary Tohrture on Aug 12, 2012 23:22:59 GMT -5
She shook her head as a feeling of tenderness filled her heart. She would never understand what was the big deal with his voice, but he seemed to love when she talked to him, so she didn't plan to stop.
"What do you want me to say, Hellren? Let me think" she mumbled as she rubbed his stained abs with the washcloth. "Alright, I know... Wellsie is turning eight months tomorrow. Can you believe it? I took a picture of her to celebrate it, and I think you're going to love it, Rhage".
She leant down and kissed his eyebrow, then she kept babbling.
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Post by Rhage Tohrture on Aug 12, 2012 23:51:39 GMT -5
Listening to Mary's beatiful voice and Wellsie's soft breathing, Rhage was the happiest motherfucker on earth. He could die right now and he'd do it with a smile.
"More" he said.
Dizzy as fuck, but relaxed, he drifted off to sleep feeling Mary's warm body next to his, and her sweet voice in his ears.
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