Revenge and Redemption [[Closed. Jones&Beckett]]
Jan 5, 2012 15:26:10 GMT -5
Post by ariel on Jan 5, 2012 15:26:10 GMT -5
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For the first four days, Ariel didn't sleep, fraught with worry.
After that, she passed out, sitting on a stool next to Cutler's bed, head rested on slender arms, hair splayed about the comforters.
She woke 15 hours later. Cutler was still asleep.
By the time the ninth day came, she hadn't eaten.
She hadn't slept since that 15-hour 'nap', if that's what you could call it. It gave no semblance of actual rest.
She hadn't showed up at work. Kaia and Rachel offered to take her hours and pay.
They had been her and Cutler's only visitors.
Before the soft voice called for her, Ariel was sitting, legs tucked under her, staring at a commercial for Forever Lazy. She dimly thought that she'd like one in giraffe print. She liked giraffes. She was suffering from what you might call Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, but she wouldn't admit that to herself. She wasn't the one hurt, was she?
She'd lost a few pounds, and was skinnier then was healthy for someone her size. There were also dim purple circles under her eyes, but the contrast to her shimmering hair was actually quite becoming. The ivory of her skin in contrast with the blue, purple, red color scheme of her eyes and hair brought out the ethereal quality of her beauty. She looked more beautiful, more eerie, almost, when she was like this--suffering--then any other time. People had noticed before. She was quite adorable when she was happy, but her real beauty, that entrancing quality that mermaids had, came out when she turned sad blue orbs on you, or caught a slender hand at the dip in her ivory throat. She was a dashing, mesmerizing damsel in distress.
"Ariel?"
She ignored it. She'd seen Flounder floating in the kitchen yesterday. Her mind wasn't exactly rational, with dehydration, starvation, and sleep deprivation.
The t.v. was now showing a show called "AFV". A man jumped out at another man from behind a bush, and the other man swung around and punched the man who'd been hidden so that he toppled back and fell into a lake behind him. Ariel didn't laugh.
"Ariel, are you there?"
Ariel's eyes dipped low, adjusting the tan dress she was still wearing, after these nine days. Perhaps it was worth a look.
She rose slowly, hair following her movement with an unearthly grace of it's own, and the mermaid padded into her flatmate's room.
There he was, sitting up, staring at her. He was nearly fully healed by now; nine days of sleep did wonders for a sick man.
"Cutler." Her mind didn't even register the possibility that he was another delusion, and the sleep-deprived mermaid was animated once more, dashing forward to again perch on that stool by the bed, eyes intent and on her flatmate.
"Cutler, how do you feel? Can I get you anything? Kaia and Rachel dropped off pain medication and I made soup last night, in case you woke and wanted it-I could heat it up--" She was speaking a million miles a minute, and her brows were down, worried, but her eyes were still dull.
She hadn't cried this whole time.
"--I've bandaged your wounds several times, just did it again last night, but tell me if it's uncomfortable or--or--"
That's when it caught up to her.
Dull, muddy-green eyes sprang into riptide-blue in a matter of seconds, wet with unrealized tears.
"I can't believe any of this happened. I can't believe I saved you. "
She dipped her head into her hands, elbows precariously balanced on her knees. But she wasn't saying it because she was happy.
She was saying it because she was starting to regret her decision.[/blockquote]
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