retrieverchef | Concerning Freedom

[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.]

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From:

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]

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retrieverchef

[Eliot looked over at the vine. He vaguely remembered one of those vines helping him into the shower right after they came here. It seemed pretty stupid to talk to a plant but he had to try something, right?]

Could you, maybe, tell the plants at the entrance to close up? Or-or at least hold this in place? Sh-she's hurt and there's more trouble comin' and I can't take care of her and keep her safe...

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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]

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retrieverchef

[Eliot breathed a sigh of relief as the plants moved back in front of the door. He smiled at the vine.

Thank you.

[He looked back at Pamela. Her blinking is a good sign. At least, he hopes it is, not her slipping into some fever dream. He taps her cheek lightly.]

Pamela? Come on, it's time to wake up.

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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...

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retrieverchef

[He hangs his head.]

Yeah. I'm sorry. I shouldn't've. But I came back. Couldn't let anythin' happen to you.

From:

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.

From:

retrieverchef

I know you didn't. And if you did... [He shrugs.] Well, they hurt people just because they can.

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pretty_poison

[A sharp ache of pain ran through her, and Pam clenched her hand on his hip.] They are outside.

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retrieverchef

I know.

[He sighs.]

Are you going to be okay for now?

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pretty_poison

[Her eyes filled with fear] No... you can't leave. They will hurt you.

From:

retrieverchef

No! [He shakes his head firmly.] I'm not leaving you. But we still have some Tylenol or Asperin, I think. Unless you know of something better?

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pretty_poison

Check the first aid kit. [Pam tried moving, but couldn't. She hissed in pain] Help me to the bed?

From:

retrieverchef

Yeah. [He picked her up gently, cradling her in his arms.] I'll check the first aid kit when you're settled.

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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?

From:

retrieverchef

What?

[He blinked at her question. Then he followed her gaze to his chest. Oh. He grinned.]

No, I'm fine. I just... Well, the first thing I could grab was my shirt. Guess I'm gonna need a new one next time we go out. Do we have a needle and thread in the first aid kit? I'm afraid you need stitches.

[He set her gently on the bed.]

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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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retrieverchef

Yeah. [His voice is much quieter than usual and his smile faded.] I had to do this a lot before I went to live with Mom and Dad.

Edited Date: 2012-07-18 06:49 pm (UTC)

From:

pretty_poison

What do I need to do? [She was trusting him a lot right now]

From:

retrieverchef

[He bit his lip nervously. Stitches hurt. He'd given himself enough stitches to know that.]

You just lay there. Hopefully, there's some opium left.

[He left to get the first aid kit.]

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pretty_poison

I should have some... grown... [Pamela tried to remember where]

From:

retrieverchef

[Eliot returned with the first aid kit. He rummaged carefully through it, pulling out the needle and thread.]

It should be in here somewhere, then. I think I can find it.

From:

pretty_poison

They won't hurt you [Pam whispered, referring to her plants]

From:

retrieverchef

I know.

[His voice is barely more than a breath against her cheek. He keeps rummaging through the kit until he finds the small, dark vial. He pulls it out and pulls out the stopper.]