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[Eliot wanders through the greenhouse. It's been almost three weeks since they'd last gone out. Soon, they'll go again. He doesn't know whether he looks forward to seeing the world outside this building again or dreaded what they'll do while they're out. They almost never just take a walk or just go to the store. No, everything has to be combined with some piece of this... Well, this war it seems Pamela can't stop fighting.

He sighs, trying to ignore the way her plants seem to try to follow him as he walks past them. It feels eerie, almost like something out of a horror movie. Idly, he wonders what his family is doing. There's a three hour time difference between Gotham and Seattle, so they're probably still rushing around the house, getting Alec and Parker ready for school. He wonders if they still think about him anymore.

He's broken out of his thoughts by the sound of crashing pottery.]

Date: 2012-07-18 12:28 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] pretty_poison
[Pamela had knocked over three empty pots by the door when she stumbled in. She had gone out, leaving Eliot alone inside the greenhouse, guarded by her plants. And now she had returned...]

[She was battered. A bruise on her cheek and a small gash above her right eye. There were other bruises up and down her body too, hidden by her clothing. She held her side, like something was wrong, perhaps bleeding or broken. And she managed a few steps before collapsing on the ground, panting heavily as if she had ran all the way here]

[The protective plants at the doorway had parted when Pamela returned home. And since Pam was not in her right state of mind... they were still parted. The door out free and clear of any dangers]

Date: 2012-07-18 12:51 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] pretty_poison
[She barely heard the words, but could see him leave] Eliot... [Her voice was so soft. Sad and tired. She didn't have enough strength to stop him. Her plants... confused... just twitched slightly and that was that]

[Slowly Pamela lifted her hand from her side and stared morbidly at the blood there. She seemed so far away from the first aid kit]

[And the sweet darkness of unconsciousness whispered to her. Pam couldn't fight it anymore. She was alone. Bitterly alone. And there was nothing she could do but close her eyes... her body going limp on the ground. Her plants wilting in response]

sounds good

Date: 2012-07-18 01:00 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] pretty_poison
[Down the block or two, Eliot will pass by the gang of men that had hurt Pam. It was the East Side Dragons. And they were mad.]

[Pam had heard about their illegal dog fights and had tried to free their animals. They discovered her. And now were still looking for her. For payback. For revenge. For fun]

[He might hear them whisper her name. Or find a trail of blood to follow]

Date: 2012-07-18 01:16 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] pretty_poison
[The gang didn't notice Eliot, but they also won't be that far behind. After all... they did have that trial of blood to follow]

[The greenhosue looked different, even though he was only gone for minutes. The plants were wilting. There were a few by Pam, reaching out their leaves to her unconcious body. He could see a growing stain of blood at Pamela's hips. She was still breathing... low and ragged.]

Date: 2012-07-18 01:50 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] pretty_poison
[Her wound was caused by a knife. The jagged edges around it would be enough to tell him that. It was deep enough to cause the bleeding. But fortunately not deep enough to hit any major veins]

[One of the plants moved slightly at the sound of his voice. It was a regular vine, the same kind that helped Pam take care of Eliot after he had been injured from her more dangerous plants]

[There was a small moan from Pamela when finally pressure was applied to the wound]

no probs :D

Date: 2012-07-18 02:39 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] pretty_poison
[The vine twitched slightly at his words. Then after a moment, there was movement from the other plants that protected the door. They covered the door, protecting Pam and Eliot inside. Just in time too, the gang had followed the trail and they were right outside]

[Pam looked pale in his arms. She had lost some blood from this experience. Her eyes rapidly fluttered, as she was on the verge of coming out of her unconscious state]

Date: 2012-07-18 03:37 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] pretty_poison
Don't... [Her voice is so small, and it sounds so far-away. Like she doesn't even know where she is]

[Her eyes open slightly. Blinking at him from a haze of pain, both emotionally and physically] No... you left...

Date: 2012-07-18 04:31 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] pretty_poison
[There was a large noise outside. The men were having a lot of problems getting past the plants. And so, were firing off their guns into the greenhouse. Which didn't do much, as the bullets just hit the plants]

[Pam cried out softly. She could feel the pain from her plants. And still was in pain herself. But it did make her senses more alert to their surroundings]

I didn't hurt them. I promised not to hurt anyone.

Date: 2012-07-18 04:46 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] pretty_poison
[A sharp ache of pain ran through her, and Pam clenched her hand on his hip.] They are outside.

Date: 2012-07-18 05:14 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] pretty_poison
[Her eyes filled with fear] No... you can't leave. They will hurt you.

Date: 2012-07-18 06:14 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] pretty_poison
Check the first aid kit. [Pam tried moving, but couldn't. She hissed in pain] Help me to the bed?

Date: 2012-07-18 06:29 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] pretty_poison
[She rested her head against his chest. Her hands going gently around his neck. A part of her noted her was shirtless.]

Did you get hurt?

Date: 2012-07-18 06:46 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] pretty_poison
[He had a nice smile. Pam would say something flirty normally right about now... but another shock of pain took that away]

We should. Have you done this before?

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she's too hurt to think about sex. LOL

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it was sweet. but she is confused now

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