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arualmsI got internet-access, at least for now. So I`m using this as an opportunity do several things at once.
First: Thank you very much, anonymus, for my beautiful rose. I love it, and in regards to you note: I love my flist muchly, too.
Second: Happy belated birthday, brandywine421. Sorry I couldn`t make it on time, but I guess better late than never. To make it up to you, I wrote you a fic.
It is also for the letter_love challange, and if there is a "falling of a cliff" option still open at your table of death, you can put it there, as well. "The Cliffhanger", the way I think it should have gone.
disclaimer: Own nothing, don`t sue.
AN: "The Cliffhanger", my version. Not beta`d, so all mistakes are mine.
D is for Death
Ryan couldn`t believe this was happening. One minute ago, Marissa had told him that he was the one she waqnted, and now thez were on their way to save Johnnz again. To be fair, Kaitlin had sounded really scared, but still- couldn1t she have called someone else for help.
Now he was forced to think again. Think about the reality that no matter how much Marissa had proclaimed to want him, it didn1t change the fact she apparentlz wantyed Johnny as well. That was the whole problem, wasn`t it? She wanted him, wanted the security he provided by always being there for her when she needed him, wanted the familiarity that had developed between the two of them.
But she also wanted Johnny, wanted someone who provided the danger she craved. Something that he was no longer willing to give her. He wanted to get over it, wanted to become better than the boy he used to be who solved all his problems with his fists, but she wasn`t willing to let that boy go. And no matter if she understood it or not, there was a difference between him sometimes not being able to controle his temper, and her needing someone who was troubled so that she could feel like a good samarita.
Bringing the car to a halt at the beach, he wondered when he had become so cynic. But then, growing up the way he had and living the live he did could do that to a person.
He could see Johnny standing high up on the cliff, and if what Kaitlin had said about him being drunk was true, than the boy was standing far to close to the edge. He pushed the car door open and wanted to sprint of towards the cliff when Marissa`s hand on his shoulder held him back.
"Ryan, no. If you go up there, it`s only going to get worse. You`re the reason I said no to him, you`re the reason he is up there. If he is going to listen to anyone, it`s going to be me."
Before he could replie, she had alreadz taken off. Considering that there wasn`t anything he could do to change her mind and thinking that she might actually be right, he ran down the beach to Kaitlin, who was screaming at Johnny to get away from the edge.
"Kaitlin, stop it. He`s not going to listen to you. Marissa is up there, she`s going to calm him down." He akwardly placed his hand on her back, not used to physically comforting others but not wanting to see her this upset.
The girl swirld around abruptly. "Ryan? What are you doing down here? Why aren`t you up there with Johnny, you`re supposed to stop him."
He decided that this probably wasn`t the right time to complain about the thing that he was always the one expected to save the day and instead focused on calming the girl down. "Johnny doesn`t even like me, I`m not the right person to talk to him. Marissa is his friend, she will..."
Loud yelling from the top of the cliff interrupted him. "Don`t you see, Marissa? You and me, we fit. How could you choose him instead of me. He doesn`t deserve you. We are supposed to be together!"
He refused to get the drunk boy`s rambling get to him. He was delusional, that was all. Marissa`s response was not loud enough to be understandable, but the tone of her voice betrayed her growing panic. Johnny seemed to be
rather shaky and he was still far to close to the edge.
"What is she doing?" Kaitlin voiced the question he had been asking himself when he saw Marissa stepping closer to Johnny and stretching out her hand. She was still talking. Whatever she said seemed to actually work, because Johnny took her outstreched hand in his own.
He was about the breath out in relief- he didn`t like the guy, but that didn`t mean that he wanted something to happen to him, when suddenly a scream tore through the air. It happened to far for Ryan to actually see, but a second later he heard a sickening "thumb" and the sound of a bottle splittering on the cliffs. Neither Johnny nor Marissa was anywhere to be seen.
It took some time- he couldn`t have said if seconds or hours- for him to realize that the loud sound beside him was Kaitlin screaming. Her struggle to break free from his arms alerted him to the fact that he was apparently holding her tight. For some reason, he couldn`t seem to let her go.
Another minute or so and the fog around his brain lifted enough for him to actually realize what had happened. Within second, he turned from frozen in shock to frantic, overwhelmed with the sudden adrinaline rush and the need to do something, anything.
"Kaitlin" when she didn`t interrupt her wordless screaming, he took her face in his hands and turned her so she would look him in the eyes "Kaitlin!" That worked. "You need to call 911. Stay here and wait for the paramedics, ok?"
"Where, where will you be?" For the first time ever, Kaitlin actually sounded like young girl instead of someone pretending to be a grown up. The fear in her eyes was painful to see, but right now he didn`t have time to console her. He had to get to Marissa.
"I`ll go to them, see if I can help them somehow." That said, he turned his back to her and started running. The further away from Kaitlin he was, the more overwhelming his panic became.
He needed to get to Marissa. She might need help. Johnny was there, too. He needed to help. What do you do if someone fell off a cliff? He had to do something. His girlfriend had just fallen off a cliff, he had to help her. Fatser, he had to run faster. Why was she so far away?
"Marissa?" he screamed "Marissa? Marissa, where are you?"
Stupid question, he knew where she was. if you fall of a cliff, you fall straight down. Simple, gravity will make sure of it, unless there were other factors to consider, but the wind wasn`t too stronm and...god, was he really thinking about physic?
"Marissa!" he yelled once more, and again there was no response. But he didn`t need one.
He stopped abruptly, about twenty feet away from them. Johnny and Marissa were both lying motionless on the ground. Falling back into his run, he reached Marissa within seconds, falling on his knees beside her.
"Marissa?" he asked frantically, trying not to think about the wierd angle of her legs and arms. Broken limbs heal. He would just have to take care of her for a while. "Marissa?" Still no reaction.
The sickenening smell was what alerted him to the blood. There was so much of it. he had never seen so much blood, not even when Trey...This was to much blood. He had to still the bleeding before she lost more.
Drawing in a shaky breath, Ryan tried to figure out where it was comming from. He shivered at the realisation thet she was bleeding from several wounds, but the main wound semed to be on the back of her head. Would lifting her head to put pressure on the wound cause further injury. You are not supposed to muove a person with a severe head- injury. Was Marissa`s injury severe? He had to stop the bleeding.
Decision made, he carefully lifted her head. "It`s just me. I`m going to take care of you, ok?" Pressing his hand against the dep cut, he tried to ignore the smell of the blood, tried not to notice the way the warm liquid seemed to make his fingers stick together. He just craddled her head on his lap, carefully caressing her face and mumbling nonsensical reassurances. Everything would be alright.
..................................................................
When Ryan woke up, he had no idea where he was. There was a wierd beeping sound to his left, and everything smelled like desinfectant. He attemted to lift his hand to rub the sleep out of his closed eyes and was suddenly wide awake when he realized that he couldn`t move his hand.
Ryan snapped his eyes open and at the same time that the beeping sound by his side picked up speed, he could hear a foive to his other side call his name. Right then though, he really couldn`t focus on anything else but the fact that he could move his hands because they were somehow restrained. He lifted his head as far as he could and saw that they were strapped to what seemed to be an iron railing. He wanted to make sense of what was happening, but the need to get out of these restrains was so overwhelming, he couldn`t think of anything else. Ryanhated not being able to move.
Ryan was so focused on his useless attempts to free himself, he didn`t even hear the first few times his name was called. Then suddenly, in addition to the straps, there were hands holding him in his place. He looked up at the person that the hands belonged to and after a few seconds recognized the face. "Sandy?"
Relief was obvious in the man`s face when he answered, even though the worrylines did not disappear and the bags under his eyes made him look incredibly exausted. "Yeah Ryan, it`s me."
Ryan opened his mouth to ask what the hell was going on, but before he could say anything, Sandy already interrupted him. "Ryan, I understasnd that you don`t like being strapped to the bed, but right now it is necessary. Do you know where you are?"
Ryan`s instincts were still telling him to escape, but he forced himself to answer Sandy`s question instead. "Hospital?" he guessed. Not that it was hard to guess, considering the smell, the bed and the machinery around him. Not to mention that at that moment, a nurse entered the room, rushing over to the machine thatwas making the noise.
Sandy nodded at Ryan, not showing any kind of reaction to the nurse. "Yes, you are in a hospital. You fought the doctors, that`s why they had to restrain you."
"Can you take these of now?" Ryan addressed the nurse. She looked at him and smiled, but shook her head.
"I`m sorry, but not yet. The doctor will have to have look at you first. He was called to an emergency, but after that he should come straight here. How about you make use of the time till then and try to calm down a little, ok?"
Ryan didn`t like her patronizing tone, but decided to ignore it. There were more pressin matters to deal with. "Why am I here?" He looked at Sandy questioningly. "Did I have an accident?"
Sandy paled considerably and drew in several shallow breaths. "You don`t remember?"
Ryan shook his head. Sandy`s face fell even more, and he seemed to be completely at a loss. He averted his eyes from Ryan and looked at the nurse. "Should I tell him? Is it normal that he doesn`t remember? What should I do?"
When the nurse replied, her voice was compasionate. "Mr. Cohen, your son is in shock. The memories will most likely come back on their ownes Till then we shoul complete all the tests we can before the doctor gets here." With those words, she stepped directly beside him. Ryan, I am going to take a blood sample now, ok?"
Ryan really didn`t want to agree, he wanted to know what had happened and he wanted to know it now, but somehow he didn`t feel like he had enough energy for a fight. He felt the prick in his arm and turned his head to see the dark liquid being pulled into the vial.
Dark read liquid. Something about this was familliar. And suddenly he remembered.
......................
"They are over there, they... Oh god, Marissa! NO."
"Son, you need to let us take care of her now."
"No pulse."
"Reanimate?"
"No use."
"I`m sorry, son."
"You need to let go off her now."
"Son, there is nothing you can do. You need to let go so we can take her."
"Stop fighting, it`s no use."
"He`s not even reacting."
"Damn it, that hurt. That`s it, we`ll have to sedate him. Marcus!"
"Hold still!"
"That ought to be enough. Sorry son, but you really didn`t give us a choice."
"Let`s carry him to the ambulance, the police can take care of the body."
..............
Ryan barely had enough time to lean over the bed railing before he got violently sick.
tbc
you know you want to comment
Third: London is great. More detailed reports to follow.
First: Thank you very much, anonymus, for my beautiful rose. I love it, and in regards to you note: I love my flist muchly, too.
Second: Happy belated birthday, brandywine421. Sorry I couldn`t make it on time, but I guess better late than never. To make it up to you, I wrote you a fic.
It is also for the letter_love challange, and if there is a "falling of a cliff" option still open at your table of death, you can put it there, as well. "The Cliffhanger", the way I think it should have gone.
disclaimer: Own nothing, don`t sue.
AN: "The Cliffhanger", my version. Not beta`d, so all mistakes are mine.
D is for Death
Ryan couldn`t believe this was happening. One minute ago, Marissa had told him that he was the one she waqnted, and now thez were on their way to save Johnnz again. To be fair, Kaitlin had sounded really scared, but still- couldn1t she have called someone else for help.
Now he was forced to think again. Think about the reality that no matter how much Marissa had proclaimed to want him, it didn1t change the fact she apparentlz wantyed Johnny as well. That was the whole problem, wasn`t it? She wanted him, wanted the security he provided by always being there for her when she needed him, wanted the familiarity that had developed between the two of them.
But she also wanted Johnny, wanted someone who provided the danger she craved. Something that he was no longer willing to give her. He wanted to get over it, wanted to become better than the boy he used to be who solved all his problems with his fists, but she wasn`t willing to let that boy go. And no matter if she understood it or not, there was a difference between him sometimes not being able to controle his temper, and her needing someone who was troubled so that she could feel like a good samarita.
Bringing the car to a halt at the beach, he wondered when he had become so cynic. But then, growing up the way he had and living the live he did could do that to a person.
He could see Johnny standing high up on the cliff, and if what Kaitlin had said about him being drunk was true, than the boy was standing far to close to the edge. He pushed the car door open and wanted to sprint of towards the cliff when Marissa`s hand on his shoulder held him back.
"Ryan, no. If you go up there, it`s only going to get worse. You`re the reason I said no to him, you`re the reason he is up there. If he is going to listen to anyone, it`s going to be me."
Before he could replie, she had alreadz taken off. Considering that there wasn`t anything he could do to change her mind and thinking that she might actually be right, he ran down the beach to Kaitlin, who was screaming at Johnny to get away from the edge.
"Kaitlin, stop it. He`s not going to listen to you. Marissa is up there, she`s going to calm him down." He akwardly placed his hand on her back, not used to physically comforting others but not wanting to see her this upset.
The girl swirld around abruptly. "Ryan? What are you doing down here? Why aren`t you up there with Johnny, you`re supposed to stop him."
He decided that this probably wasn`t the right time to complain about the thing that he was always the one expected to save the day and instead focused on calming the girl down. "Johnny doesn`t even like me, I`m not the right person to talk to him. Marissa is his friend, she will..."
Loud yelling from the top of the cliff interrupted him. "Don`t you see, Marissa? You and me, we fit. How could you choose him instead of me. He doesn`t deserve you. We are supposed to be together!"
He refused to get the drunk boy`s rambling get to him. He was delusional, that was all. Marissa`s response was not loud enough to be understandable, but the tone of her voice betrayed her growing panic. Johnny seemed to be
rather shaky and he was still far to close to the edge.
"What is she doing?" Kaitlin voiced the question he had been asking himself when he saw Marissa stepping closer to Johnny and stretching out her hand. She was still talking. Whatever she said seemed to actually work, because Johnny took her outstreched hand in his own.
He was about the breath out in relief- he didn`t like the guy, but that didn`t mean that he wanted something to happen to him, when suddenly a scream tore through the air. It happened to far for Ryan to actually see, but a second later he heard a sickening "thumb" and the sound of a bottle splittering on the cliffs. Neither Johnny nor Marissa was anywhere to be seen.
It took some time- he couldn`t have said if seconds or hours- for him to realize that the loud sound beside him was Kaitlin screaming. Her struggle to break free from his arms alerted him to the fact that he was apparently holding her tight. For some reason, he couldn`t seem to let her go.
Another minute or so and the fog around his brain lifted enough for him to actually realize what had happened. Within second, he turned from frozen in shock to frantic, overwhelmed with the sudden adrinaline rush and the need to do something, anything.
"Kaitlin" when she didn`t interrupt her wordless screaming, he took her face in his hands and turned her so she would look him in the eyes "Kaitlin!" That worked. "You need to call 911. Stay here and wait for the paramedics, ok?"
"Where, where will you be?" For the first time ever, Kaitlin actually sounded like young girl instead of someone pretending to be a grown up. The fear in her eyes was painful to see, but right now he didn`t have time to console her. He had to get to Marissa.
"I`ll go to them, see if I can help them somehow." That said, he turned his back to her and started running. The further away from Kaitlin he was, the more overwhelming his panic became.
He needed to get to Marissa. She might need help. Johnny was there, too. He needed to help. What do you do if someone fell off a cliff? He had to do something. His girlfriend had just fallen off a cliff, he had to help her. Fatser, he had to run faster. Why was she so far away?
"Marissa?" he screamed "Marissa? Marissa, where are you?"
Stupid question, he knew where she was. if you fall of a cliff, you fall straight down. Simple, gravity will make sure of it, unless there were other factors to consider, but the wind wasn`t too stronm and...god, was he really thinking about physic?
"Marissa!" he yelled once more, and again there was no response. But he didn`t need one.
He stopped abruptly, about twenty feet away from them. Johnny and Marissa were both lying motionless on the ground. Falling back into his run, he reached Marissa within seconds, falling on his knees beside her.
"Marissa?" he asked frantically, trying not to think about the wierd angle of her legs and arms. Broken limbs heal. He would just have to take care of her for a while. "Marissa?" Still no reaction.
The sickenening smell was what alerted him to the blood. There was so much of it. he had never seen so much blood, not even when Trey...This was to much blood. He had to still the bleeding before she lost more.
Drawing in a shaky breath, Ryan tried to figure out where it was comming from. He shivered at the realisation thet she was bleeding from several wounds, but the main wound semed to be on the back of her head. Would lifting her head to put pressure on the wound cause further injury. You are not supposed to muove a person with a severe head- injury. Was Marissa`s injury severe? He had to stop the bleeding.
Decision made, he carefully lifted her head. "It`s just me. I`m going to take care of you, ok?" Pressing his hand against the dep cut, he tried to ignore the smell of the blood, tried not to notice the way the warm liquid seemed to make his fingers stick together. He just craddled her head on his lap, carefully caressing her face and mumbling nonsensical reassurances. Everything would be alright.
..................................................................
When Ryan woke up, he had no idea where he was. There was a wierd beeping sound to his left, and everything smelled like desinfectant. He attemted to lift his hand to rub the sleep out of his closed eyes and was suddenly wide awake when he realized that he couldn`t move his hand.
Ryan snapped his eyes open and at the same time that the beeping sound by his side picked up speed, he could hear a foive to his other side call his name. Right then though, he really couldn`t focus on anything else but the fact that he could move his hands because they were somehow restrained. He lifted his head as far as he could and saw that they were strapped to what seemed to be an iron railing. He wanted to make sense of what was happening, but the need to get out of these restrains was so overwhelming, he couldn`t think of anything else. Ryanhated not being able to move.
Ryan was so focused on his useless attempts to free himself, he didn`t even hear the first few times his name was called. Then suddenly, in addition to the straps, there were hands holding him in his place. He looked up at the person that the hands belonged to and after a few seconds recognized the face. "Sandy?"
Relief was obvious in the man`s face when he answered, even though the worrylines did not disappear and the bags under his eyes made him look incredibly exausted. "Yeah Ryan, it`s me."
Ryan opened his mouth to ask what the hell was going on, but before he could say anything, Sandy already interrupted him. "Ryan, I understasnd that you don`t like being strapped to the bed, but right now it is necessary. Do you know where you are?"
Ryan`s instincts were still telling him to escape, but he forced himself to answer Sandy`s question instead. "Hospital?" he guessed. Not that it was hard to guess, considering the smell, the bed and the machinery around him. Not to mention that at that moment, a nurse entered the room, rushing over to the machine thatwas making the noise.
Sandy nodded at Ryan, not showing any kind of reaction to the nurse. "Yes, you are in a hospital. You fought the doctors, that`s why they had to restrain you."
"Can you take these of now?" Ryan addressed the nurse. She looked at him and smiled, but shook her head.
"I`m sorry, but not yet. The doctor will have to have look at you first. He was called to an emergency, but after that he should come straight here. How about you make use of the time till then and try to calm down a little, ok?"
Ryan didn`t like her patronizing tone, but decided to ignore it. There were more pressin matters to deal with. "Why am I here?" He looked at Sandy questioningly. "Did I have an accident?"
Sandy paled considerably and drew in several shallow breaths. "You don`t remember?"
Ryan shook his head. Sandy`s face fell even more, and he seemed to be completely at a loss. He averted his eyes from Ryan and looked at the nurse. "Should I tell him? Is it normal that he doesn`t remember? What should I do?"
When the nurse replied, her voice was compasionate. "Mr. Cohen, your son is in shock. The memories will most likely come back on their ownes Till then we shoul complete all the tests we can before the doctor gets here." With those words, she stepped directly beside him. Ryan, I am going to take a blood sample now, ok?"
Ryan really didn`t want to agree, he wanted to know what had happened and he wanted to know it now, but somehow he didn`t feel like he had enough energy for a fight. He felt the prick in his arm and turned his head to see the dark liquid being pulled into the vial.
Dark read liquid. Something about this was familliar. And suddenly he remembered.
......................
"They are over there, they... Oh god, Marissa! NO."
"Son, you need to let us take care of her now."
"No pulse."
"Reanimate?"
"No use."
"I`m sorry, son."
"You need to let go off her now."
"Son, there is nothing you can do. You need to let go so we can take her."
"Stop fighting, it`s no use."
"He`s not even reacting."
"Damn it, that hurt. That`s it, we`ll have to sedate him. Marcus!"
"Hold still!"
"That ought to be enough. Sorry son, but you really didn`t give us a choice."
"Let`s carry him to the ambulance, the police can take care of the body."
..............
Ryan barely had enough time to lean over the bed railing before he got violently sick.
tbc
you know you want to comment
Third: London is great. More detailed reports to follow.
