Concerning Freedom

[retrieverchef]

[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.]

Comments

[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?

[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.

[pretty_poison]

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

[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.]

[pretty_poison]

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

[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.

[pretty_poison]

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

[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.]

[pretty_poison]

[She reaches out to touch his face. She is touched that he came back. That he is here. Especially since the pain is so unbearable]

[retrieverchef]

[He carefully puts the vial to her lips and pours just a tiny amount into her mouth.]

That should feel better soon.

[pretty_poison]

[She can feel the drug enter her system. The warmness of the drug washed over her. And she sighed]

I think I am ready

[retrieverchef]

[He threads the needle and pulls down the edge of her waist band.]

You can take my shirt away, now. I'll try to make sure it don't hurt too bad.

[pretty_poison]

[She removes the shirt, but holds it by her face. It gives her something to cover her mouth and muffle any screaming. The drugs also help.]

[retrieverchef]

[He holds the edges of the gash together as gently as he can and forces the needle through the skin, pulling the thread through. He pauses briefly to tie a knot in the end before continuing stitching the wound as fast as he can.]

I'm sorry, Pamela.

[pretty_poison]

[Pamela closed her eyes tightly and tried to think of something, besides the throbbing pain at her hip. She let herself go to the opium, allowing a cloud of nothingness settle on her mind.]

It's okay Eliot...

[retrieverchef]

[He quickly cleaned the blood off the needle and packed the kit away. Then he lay down beside her and wrapped an arm around her waist. He starts humming quietly.]

[pretty_poison]

[She reached up to hold his arm around her. It was quiet now. No more gunshots. No more sounds from outside. The humming made her feel... protected]

I'm tired. I should change... [She really didn't have the energy. But her clothes were torn. Bloody]

[retrieverchef]

What do you want to wear?

[He sat up.]

I'll help you.

[pretty_poison]

I have a nightgown in the drawer. [It would be easier to sleep in. Less weight on her body]

[retrieverchef]

[He jumps up and runs to the drawer. He pulls out a couple drawers before he finds the right one.]

Long-sleeved or short-sleeved?

[pretty_poison]

[She glances at the bruises on her arms] Short-sleeved. Please.

[retrieverchef]

[He grabs the nightgown and runs back to the bed. He slips an arm behind her shoulders and helps her up. Gently, he slips her shirt over her shoulders.]

Let me know if I'm goin' too fast or bein' too rough.

[pretty_poison]

[She nods, giving a soft chuckle at his word choice. The drugs have her feeling good. And him undressing her... does awaken her feelings for him]

[She raises her arms so he can lift her shirt off her]

You wanna bridge this into the sex scene or leave that for another thread?

[retrieverchef]

[He pulls the shirt off of her arms and slides the nightgown over her arms. Something wakens inside him. He leans down and brushes his lips against hers.]

S-sorry. You're hurt. This ain't the right time.

she's too hurt to think about sex. LOL

[pretty_poison]

I didn't... [Pam frowned. Did she do something to imply that they should go further? She did feel those feelings. Especially when he softly kissed her. But there was also the ebbing pain]

No. It's not.