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Post by BRAM STERLING JACKSON on Sept 15, 2019 20:55:12 GMT 1
About ten times since he had woken up, Bram had considered cancelling this appointment that saw him once again travelling to Manson’s medical centre, only to change his mind a moment later and think to himself that it was really now or never. The tattoo that marked his ankle was something he had been content to pretend did not exist but ever since Alpha pointed it out, Bram hadn’t been able to forget about it like he did before. A person in his life that he valued a lot had noticed it, probably pretty soon more would find out like Daisy, then maybe Jackson and Bram really didn’t want to have to explain the marks history to a toddler. Overall it would be easier to get rid of the thing… which was the reason for this medical appointment.
Of course Bram had tried to take the mark off himself but the ink, magic, whatever it was that was used to make it, proved to be pretty stubborn and no amount of scrubbing, cutting, burning or number of years had fully faded it. Bram was left with only one thing to try before he took drastic action and took his whole foot off, and that was to use something he didn’t have access to until now.
“Stupid dragon…” Bram mumbled to himself as he left Alpha’s office and made his way to the medical centre. It was late at night so the counsellor was not in but Bram only wanted to leave him something anyway, a present to say how he felt about the guy should this all go horribly wrong.
Bram didn’t fully trust Julius, he guessed the dragon probably wouldn’t do anything deliberately but he could convince himself that the man would be very careful either. ‘Probably laugh as Bram burns in magic fire or just cut his foot off anyway.’ he said to himself as he walked down the corridor and glanced back to Alpha’s office momentarily. Bram had left on his desk a small note that said nothing more than ‘Bram <3 Alpha’ with a ring box on the top containing a ring. It was silver with an inner blue band, much like the blue of Alpha’s voice.
Once in the building Bram looked around and was soon escorted to a side room, unclothed with as minimal protest from Bram as could be expected, (he had point blank refused the itchy medical gown and the nurse seemed unwilling to fight him on the matter) so he was then sat on a bed in his pants and locked inside to await the ‘treatment’. Treatment that might not even work. ‘Then Bram loses a foot…maybe.’ Bram knew he didn’t have to, it really depended if he could live with the mark any longer, right now he was not sure he could.
Picking up his drumsticks, Bram twirled one a few times and then flopped back on the bed and started chewing on it while the other he beat in the air on an imaginary kit just as a way to calm himself down.
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Post by JULIUS POLLUX HETARIA on Sept 17, 2019 12:55:54 GMT 1
The weather was still warm, it made him a little less tempermental than usual. However, he was also down a member of the nursing staff and as a result there was a little more work that had built up, thankfully there were a few level 1 residents that were willing to help out for some extra credit or for whatever reason people did things for free. To help others? It was probably something along those lines but he wouldn't pry too much into the reasons as long as the work got done. And it was getting done. He'd already seen to a couple of patients this morning and everything was going smoothly enough, he'd even pocketed a few golden coins after checking upon the leprechaun. He wasn't quite at the stage of wanting to house the comatose creature in his own territory but he's taken over the kid's case rather than let it go to some other doctor. The scent of gold in his office sure was distracting, but the dragon was confident in the fact that it was all his. Nobody would dare steal from him.
It meant that he wasn't dreading the upcoming appointment with a particular hybrid as much as he might on another day.
Truly he never thought that Bram would ever willingly want to be in the same room as him again. He had hoped for that scenario actually, but he'd been inquired after for a specific task and he had admittedly agreed to help. Julius comes from a time when people could be traded as goods and it was deemed quite normal, to learn that Bram had once been a slave wasn't all that surprising for him. He didn't think the hybrid was quite civilised or educated enough to be somebody who was anybody of particular significance. That was obviously his personal opinion, but in his opinio Bram was very much in need of somebody with a firm hand. It was no wonder he was the way he was these days, he was his own master without a firm hand to put him in his place. It was annoying.
In the past he may have bought him just to beat some sense into his stupid head. But he was most likely on ice in that time, which was most likely for the best. Although, he isn't into torture so he most likely wouldn't have been left to writhe in the fading sunlight. There are other ways to discipline that are just as effective.
He had to get off of that mindset though, slavery was wrong in his day and age, he'd been told that and even though he couldn't see why it was such a bad trade he could understand why it was no longer a thing that was acceptable these days. Crazy days really. It makes him quite pleased that his world is restricted to this supernatural little bubble. Political correctness in the human world is just beyond ridiculous.. He was mulling over that as he walked down the corridor, stopping only once to sign a piece of paper on a clipboard that a nurse handed him before continuing on. Unlocking the door to the room Bram was in was easy, controlling the huff of mild annoyance at catching his scent was just about doable too..
But why was he mostly naked..? "I suppose I should just be grateful you left your pants on."
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Post by BRAM STERLING JACKSON on Sept 17, 2019 16:36:49 GMT 1
Bram did not like that he had been shut in this room but it was far better than being chained to the bed in a makeshift cage like last time and so he hadn’t uttered a word of complaint as he heard the lock turn in the door and the nurse left him alone, he didn’t even move from the bed to try the door. It wasn’t a fact that Bram expected anyone to really appreciate but he felt a sense of smug satisfaction with himself at his own good behaviour. ‘Deserve a reward later.’ he thought with a small smile on his face as he continued to air drum, which was another ‘good Bram’ fact that he knew would go without acknowledgement from anybody. It did help though that there was nothing to drum in this room, no bars or those things they make you pee in when you can’t walk to the toilets. No temptation.
The air drumming stopped abruptly though as a scent not unlike burnt toast hit his nose and Bram gave the air an extra sniff just to confirm what he was smelling. It could only be the dragon and Bram suddenly wondered yet again if it was too late to back out of this, maybe pretend to be asleep or fake a seizure? Though with how panicked he suddenly was Bram felt like he might have a genuine one. ‘Probably still burn you anyway.’ Bram was fairly certain that the dislike was mutual or maybe a bit heavier on the dragon’s side.
As the door opened Bram set one arm down but kept chewing on the other drumstick as he watched Julius walk in. “Nurse didn't say I had to remove them.” Bram replied to what he thought was a very strange question because as a doctor shouldn’t he be used to seeing all parts of a person? Also, if fire was to be being blown around Bram guessed he had to be somewhat naked so nothing else was burned. He didn’t have a clue as to how much control Julius possessed and was really just trying to do as asked, if he felt he could tolerate the gown he would have put it on but his tolerance could only stretch so far and itchy un-gothy gowns were not covered by it.
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Post by JULIUS POLLUX HETARIA on Sept 18, 2019 16:55:48 GMT 1
He could have sighed when he was told that the nurse hadn't told them to remove them. Why were people assuming that he wished to see others naked the last couple of weeks, first Damian and now Bram. True that he was used to seeing people undressed and as a shifter himself it was preferable to be unclothed when out in nature. But, at the same time it's hardly hygenienic to be nude in a place such as a medical center and he was beginning to get used to that mindset rather than that of the dragon within. It was hardly as if he was a part of any pack of other shifter's, he's aware that he doesn't quite fit in with them all. Not to mention his dragon would not play well with wolves.. He's far too big for any of that, far too old. He can't deny that his dragon does miss it though, but the world has changed, he can't just take flight whenever he wishes. He can't hunt. His world is a small one.
So screw anybody who accuses him of being grouchy. He has good enough reason to be.
"Keep them on. I'm already seeing more of you than I'd necessarily like." The fact that he was here was annoying enough. However, at least he was behaving from what Julius could tell, he may have thought somebody had sedated the hybrid but he was quite sure that nobody had administered anything to the him. Perhaps he just hadn't liked being caged last time, he still had that dirty chewed stick in his hand though so not too much had changed. But the dragon could appreciate his ears not ringing with incessent banging that he'd had to endure the last time they'd met.. Bram was doing well this far. Regardless of his obvious refusal to wear the gown that was upon the back of the chair, it was no big deal. They were only really there for those who were a little more self conscious than Bram obviously was.
He wasn't quite sure what Bram was expecting of this, but there would be no fire flying everywhere unless the magic that kept the tattoo in it's place reacted violently to it.. He's not particularly a big fan of magic, or it's users. Unpredictability can't be planned for and those who know him are aware of just how meticulous he is.
"Show me your identification then, let's not make this last any longer than it has too," he added as he walked closer, there was no hesitancy in his movements, he certainly wasn't panicked. If anything it was quite satisfying that his particular natural talents were required for once. Plus, burning this little shit for his smart assed mouth the last time he'd seen him would be quite cathartic. In his mind it'd certainly equal out their standing.
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Post by BRAM STERLING JACKSON on Sept 18, 2019 18:49:39 GMT 1
Bram frowned slightly but nodded to the instruction to keep his pants on though he hadn’t actually planned to take them off unless it was required, as despite his general attitude towards clothing seeming to say otherwise, he was of the opinion only those he liked should see him in the total buff. ‘Bram is a sexy muscle wrapped drummer boy… dragon won’t appreciate it.’ he thought to himself. It was still a bit lost on Bram exactly why he annoyed the doctor so much, he knew he hadn’t behaved perfectly in their first encounter but given the circumstances he would have thought he might be cut some slack… and had been loud too but he didn’t think he had done anything different to what he does when he was around anyone else and nobody had told him before he was too loud, so was the dragon just over sensitive? ‘Or doesn’t like being argued with.’ Came another thought and Bram frowned lightly again as he tried to remember exactly the encounter. He snapped from the thought as Julius came closer as even if the doctor was not panicked, Bram was a bit on edge and he blinked and stared to Julius a moment as he asked about identification but then slowly lifted his wrist, guessing he was wanting to see the blue wristband that for whatever reason he was still required to wear despite being listed as an out-patient. Bram didn’t know what was on the thing or why it was needing to be seen since there were not any other hybrids like him around but he didn’t argue. He didn’t want this to last longer than it had to either.
“Bram wants the mark gone quick as can be too.” he said while turning slightly in the bed, partly so the back of his ankle could be seen easier but also so he didn’t have to watch himself get burnt or how much Julius was enjoying doing it. ‘Muffle the screaming too’ came one voice but it was shut down by another that said ‘Bram won’t scream, Bram is used to pain. Going to be a badass and take it.’ He was assuming it would be painful as since when was getting burnt not?
Still griping the drumsticks Bram glanced back and then focused on the sticks themselves, mouthing both lightly just incase the pain got the better of him as he didn’t want to irritate Julius by screaming and hoped stuffing them both in his mouth would help stop it.
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Post by JULIUS POLLUX HETARIA on Sept 20, 2019 16:22:16 GMT 1
If he could read Bram's mind he'd be telling him just how wrong he is. The dragon would not agree with Bram's description of himself, in fact 'sexy' wouldn't be anywhere close to how he'd describe the man. His confidence could be applauded iif Julius were the type but he certainly wouldn't say so. Julius also doesn't really swing that way.. Obviously he has been there in his long, long life but he's not much of a lover of men. Or many women either really, he's a picky bastard when it comes to who he'll sleep with. Or even consider courting. 'Piss annoying, wirey, loud mouthed twerp,' was the usual description that came to mind whenever Bram was mentioned anywhere. Not that he was too often, it wa a good thing that he was an outpatient, it meant that visits were few and far between.
Whilst he thought that Bram being wary of him would be a good thing, it was actually quite irritating in it's own way. Like Bram he would insist that he isn't a monster, he wasn't about to go in and just start burning Bram with an evil cackle and somewhat of a grin on his face. The fear it'd create would be amusing for a little while but that isn't what he is.
It isn't who he wants people to think he is.
"Not that identification," he said with a hint of resignation to his tone. Julius had no such interest in the band around his wrist, he didn't need to verify who he was, the dragon had his scent from the first time they met and annoyingly he wouldn't be forgetting it any time soon. The damn wolf was a medical miracle and really, he'd love to take samples and run tests in an attempt to figure out why his dna allowed the vampire gene to settle into the cracks, but that would mean spending time with him and he doesn't think his patience would last. Perhaps that was one of the reasons Julius dislikes him on top of everything else. He doesn't make medical sense and that bothers him deep down.
'The mark'. Was that what they were calling it, it seemed to be a bit ridiculous to call it anything but what it was but he could let it go because the hybrid was showing him where the thing was and that was basically what he'd wanted. "'I'," he muttered as he moved over to take a look at the thing. His hands weren't hot to the touch right now but still perhaps a little warmer than most, "'I' want the mark gone', people don't refer to themselves using their own name, unless they're three years old."
He ran a thumb over the mark and frowned slightly, "there are a lot of nerve endings here. I can administer a local and hope that withholds a little of the pain. Truthfully though this will hurt either way." Didn't stop him from wiping an alcohol wipe over the skin anyway, he doesn't want to bet that the hybrid is actually clean.
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Post by BRAM STERLING JACKSON on Sept 20, 2019 20:54:05 GMT 1
Bram pulled his arm away after being told the wristband was not the identification Julius wanted to see. It took a moment for him to think it was actually the mark that he was here to remove and frowned a little at the irritation he thought Julius held. ‘Should be clearer.’ he thought but kept it in his head and instead rolled over so the tattoo could be accessed better. He knew now wasn’t the time to answer back no matter how much in the right he felt he was. The next minutes or possible hour (Bram had no clue how long it would take) was not going to be pleasant and Bram didn’t want to give the dragon any excuse to make the experience any worse than it had to be, so it seemed best to keep his mouth shut as much as possible. Or just try.
Looking back to Julius, Bram chewed his sticks lightly, clearly not fully following the man’s logic in regard to names. He had to fight every urge to correct the dragon and tell him ‘well Bram does too’ but he guessed the comment might be another things that would be used against him, it really didn’t seem to take much to piss the dragon off, Bram was sure he could save the lizards life and still get complaints about something. “…Can’t help it.” He mumble, he was sure it wouldn’t make the slightest bit of difference but said it anyway on the slim chance Julius would just accept the quirk because he doubted he could avoid speaking that way for the whole meeting. Bram couldn’t remember when he started but it wasn’t a new habit just one that seemed to come in phases and this phase was lasting longer than usual. “Bram blames the meds and that he used to get beaten up a lot.” Neither he felt was too good for his head and this phase did somewhat coincide with his more recent medication, he was sure it split his species more than it aligned them.
As a thumb was ran over him Bram tried to keep still although every fibre inside his wolf said to run and the vampire just wanted to bite the rude made touching him. An anaesthetic sounded appealing but like it might also prolong this encounter, and if things were still going to hurt was there really any point? “Braa..I…I’m.. Used to pain. Can take it. Quicker just to go without, right?” he said trying to sound casual about the whole thing and then sniffed the air as something alcoholic hit his nose. It was only a wipe though so he settled his head back on the pillow, “Bram appreciates the help.” and then went back to lightly chewing the drumsticks. It seemed better to be thankful regardless of the outcome even if he was fairly sure Julius didn’t care to hear that either.
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Post by JULIUS POLLUX HETARIA on Sept 21, 2019 14:57:11 GMT 1
It was a good thing that he wasn't answering back right now, Julius has an admittedly short fuse and although he didn't like Bram simply because of their first meet that didn't mean he wanted to do the guy harm. Not irreversible harm anyway. This was something he wanted done and although it was cosmetic rather than something for medical purposes it'd be helpful in a way. The last thing they needed was Bram carted into the medical facility because he's tried to gnaw through his ankle or something ridiculous. The dragon wasn't particularly aware of what methods he'd attempted to rid himself of the thing already, nor did he care, he just didn't want this to become a bigger problem than it already was.
The dragon is aware that people have their own quirks, he also understands mental abuse. To a degree. He didn't want to understand Bram's mind though so he just grunted in response to the whole 'get beaten up a lot'. He couldn't really blame his owners for that really, if he'd always been loud then he'd obviously needed the stern hand to make a good point of making him shut the hell up.. In all honesty he probably would have given the hybrid a beating or two back in the day too. Perhaps not tortured him with sunlight, that was a step too far, perhaps set fire to clothing occassionally if he displeased him but those types of surface burns somebody like Bram should have no problem healing over. What he was planning to do here wouldn't be a simple surface burn though. The plan was to direct flames at least through every layer of skin that the tattoo was put upon without letting the heat and the damage from spreading to the healthy skin and flesh around it. He could do this, he was admittedly an expert when it came to his element and would accept that title as fact so he had absolutely no worries about any of this.
However, he was a little hesitant about the method that he'd decided to use. But, it was the best way forward.
It was true an anaethestic would prevent a large portion of the pain from hitting home, but most of the pain would be felt the next day or the day after as the nerves begin to try healing and regenerating over the burnt area. But he could prescribe pain killers, morphine most likely or the next few days. For now that wouldn't do anything much. But, he'd offered. It seems that the hybrid wanted to get out of here and have this over just as much as he does. "Remember to breathe," was the last piece of information that he gave him before he bent down to lightly press his lips around the back of his ankle, over the tattoo. He took in a slight breath through his nose and exhaled through his mouth, letting his fire travel up and against his skin in a concentrated and intensely sudden hit of heat.
He hadn't advised him to stay still because that may be next to impossible. But he had a hold of his leg just above the ankle, his fingers wrapped around his calf tightly. He wasn't going anywhere without a real fighting effort.
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Post by BRAM STERLING JACKSON on Sept 21, 2019 19:31:33 GMT 1
When Bram learned the method in which his tattoo was going to be removed he admittedly pictured fire being blown from Julius’s mouth or snorted from his nose in some kind of controlled manner. He couldn’t think how else it would work unless the dragon could make fire from his hands too like those with pyrokinesis.
Lips to his leg would be his last guess really but rather than question it Bram just did as asked and remembered to breath, though he wasn’t sure why he would forget, would the pain really be that bad? As lips touched his skin Bram did twitch slightly, more from the idea of who was on him than it hurt yet. He wasn’t moving anywhere though beyond that, this was too important and he knew he just would have to cope. ‘Pretend it’s Alpha?’ Was the only suggestion the hybrid had for himself though that idea was very quickly rejected as the pain started to register.
It wasn’t something Bram couldn’t take in the first few moments, but as the seconds passed the heat became more intense like the times he was sun tortured, but only located to a smaller area, so it should be tolerable, Bram knew he would have to tolerate it… Chewing in the sticks Bram let out a small whimper but tried to mostly muffle it in the pillow. But this was just in the first few moments, about ten seconds later Bram felt like his skin was being ripped from his body layer by layer.
The sticks in his hands soon snapped and blackened along with an audible crack from the part of the bed frame Bram had gripped onto. He wanted to scream but it was a pain so intense it stole his breath from him and he just gasped loudly. ‘Breath Bram’, he tried to tell himself but doing that hurt too like the air itself was on fire and burning up his nose, maybe as blood was coming from it instead. He was certain his insides were on fire or he was getting burnt from the inside out. In the next moment Bram was letting out a hell of a howled yell along with part shifting. He only intended to ask Julius to stop, take a break maybe, ask for the anaesthetic after all as he couldn’t cope but words were hard to find. His mouth felt blistered, in fact his whole body seemed to be erupting in one large burn before his own eyes, he could see it rising up his hands and arms.
If Julius had stopped now or not he didn’t know and couldn’t move to look, it didn’t feel like he had as everywhere hurt still and the bed sheet seemed to be sticking to his skin for reasons Bram didn’t understand, it hurt just too damn much to do anything more than blink. He was sure his ears were ringing too, it was making a nasty grey-yellow zigzag in his vision that only added to the pain.
Feeling suddenly dizzy, Bram dropped the chard and broken sticks to the floor. “…aann” was all Bram could get out as a request for some kind of anaesthetic or painkiller before throwing up a mouthful of dark blood.
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Post by JULIUS POLLUX HETARIA on Sept 24, 2019 12:38:31 GMT 1
It was easier to concentrate on the area with the closeness of touch. Bram would be right in assuming that he cannot create fire from his hands like a pyrokinetic, it makes it easier to manipulate if he uses his hands when there are flames around but he didn't particularly want to be setting off the sprinkler system within the medical center. Again. There'd already been a couple of incidences of that and after the first time it gets a little embarrassing.. But this way, he could keep the fire and the heat within a smaller section, he could control it with deadly accuracy. It was why he'd wiped over his skin with that alcohol wipe, it left the skin tasting a little peculiar, smelling even stranger but at least he could forget for the moment that he was so very close to a being that usually irritated both him and his dragon.
He heard the whimper, of course he did, he'd expected nothing less. In fact, he'd actually expected a scream of some kind, not something so quietly contained and he did feel a mild amount of respect for the hybrid ffor that. Burns hurt. He's only ever been burnt once before in his life, a female dragon who's name he cannot remember, lost to the times, but her delicate handprint still existed as a scar upon the skin of his lower back. He'd have no comment on how he gained it if anybody asked, so far nobody had done so.
The first indication that something wasn't quite right came with the first whiff of burnt wood, that wasn't right.. The sticks in Bram's hand shouldn't be affected in the slightest by what he was doing, so he pulled back a little, enough for the alcoholic scent of the wipe to become subdued beneath the aromatic scent of blood and blistering flesh. His dragon internally sniffed the air in approval, remembering those days he'd scorch his meals whilst hunting, but this, this was not a hunt. This wasn't supposed to be happening. Whatever was happening anyway, this level of pain, the burn seemingly spreading from the inside of his body out, none of this was of his doing.
"I fucking hate witches," he growled, the entire sentence dripped with absolute hate filled derision and he reached up quickly to the head of the bed to hit the alarm bell to call in a little helpful backup to get the things he won't be able too whilst he's making sure the half shifted hybrid in front of him won't end up going on an uncontrollable rampage or, more importantly, dying. He'd already carefully attempted to roll the man onto his side by simply lifting the mattress to get him to tilt, skin, clear liquids and blood left on the sheet he'd moved from, he wasn't touching him, the last thing he needs or wants is residue of hybrid on his own skin. There isn't enough hot water in the world to scald that off.
"Don't. Move," he ordered. The dragon pretty much ignored the lock on the nearby cabinet and wrenched the thing open to grab for the painkillers they stocked within, just in case of emergency. He thought this qualified as such and he never even gave a warning as he plunged the needle into Bram's thigh and pressed down on the plunger, another syringe in his hand for when his body's metabolism would most likely burn through the first dose. That's the problem with a lot of supernaturals, it's why he experiments in his spare time in the lab to try and create drugs that would help out their kind in situations like this. So far he hasn't had much luck, but .. Well, one day hopefully.
A nurse burst into the room and recoiled almost instantly, perhaps it was the smell or the sight, Julius didn't care, somebody had arrived and he barked out orders instantly, making her leave in the hopes that she'd return with the blood, the cooling blankets, gels, the water. Hell, really they needed a hydrokinetic to be here to encase his body in cool water for a while because they certainly couldn't move him. He'd partially melted onto the sheet.. "For what it's worth," he muttered as he poured a little water over the hybrid's lips, "I'm sorry. This, whatever this is. Should not have happened."
He was hoping that the nurse would also have listened to the order of 'find me a goddamn witch' too. Whether there was one around, well, that's another matter.
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Post by BRAM STERLING JACKSON on Sept 24, 2019 14:44:49 GMT 1
Despite the intense pain Bram was in right now and that he was fairly sure his insides were as burnt as his arms and rest of his body looked, his first thought was not ‘stupid, mean, Bramalam-hating dragon’ but rather ‘I hate witches too’ and his Sire. This hybrid might not especially like the doctor treating him but Bram figured Julius was professional, or at least just arrogant enough to not use his fire to make this worse than it had to be no matter the mutual dislike as if nothing else that would just make him seem less than able to do the job and control his fire. Bram was going to reply in agreement but ended up quietly mumbling out "…hhates yellow.." and grey, and zigzags but all that was too much a mouthful when he felt his throat was slowly closing up.
Then he felt himself rolling a little too and taking some of the bedsheet with him. It brought a new wave of blood to Bram’s nose as well as other scents he couldn’t quite name but had smelt before back in the slave days, when you can’t always see what’s happening to someone but boy can you smell and hear it… those were just the kind of thing you can never fully erase from your memory and Bram suddenly hoped he hadn’t pissed himself too. He did let out a groan though as more skin ripped, the most sound he could make right now but as a bonus the movement made it easier to flop a charred arm over his eye to try and block out what he saw from the ringing of his ears, or the alarm, Bram was starting to think it might actually be an alarm. Either way he didn’t like it.
Hearing the order not to move, Bram said nothing as he couldn’t move even if he wanted to. ‘Why is Bram even breathing?’ It might be an odd thought but Bram couldn’t answer himself for a second and then remembered he didn’t actually need to breathe and wondered if right it would be better that he did not since it hurt to take a breath. Before he could really decide the vampire forced its way forward and so he stopped. It was the beast that was really better equipped to deal with the situation than the more submissive wolf, and Bram’s eyes filled with red like they had done when feeding from Alpha and his fangs came down, so for the next half an hour at least Bram would not need to take in a breath unless he wanted to talk. His heat beat one last time so now he would looking pretty dead really to anyone that didn’t know better.
The injection went in mostly unnoticed under all the other burning pain that covered Bram’s body, he did feel it a little but really couldn’t care. Someone else came in now, Bram didn’t smell them since he wasn’t breathing in but his vampire sensed the nurse and that Julius was getting tense with them. His voice only added to the colours in his vision, sudden blasts rather than zigzags, thankfully.
Then there was water… Memories of drowning entered his head but one bonus of not being able to move much was he couldn’t shove Julius’s arm away. Dragon was trying to help, that was worth remembering as he still didn’t think that this all was a planned outcome, though now Bram wondered why he ever thought something like this wouldn’t be. He knew his Sire never showed any true fondness for him so he guessed it made sense she might have protected his mark by magic that burned him from the inside out as a last punishment should he try and be rid of it. “...ssslave bram.” he said, so if it should have happened was he felt was kind of irrelevant, it was going to happen because Bram had been owned, ‘by a bitch’ too.
Dragging his own arm down a little Bram stared red eyed at the dragon. “want…blood.” It was a request that was hissed out quietly while drooling more of the stuff out of his mouth. The vamp wanted to eat, to start healing, water was going to fuck all as far as it knew. But then another thought entered his head, "gone?" he wasn't too hopeful, if anything he would think it might be the only thing not harmed by the fire but he had to ask.
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Post by JULIUS POLLUX HETARIA on Sept 25, 2019 18:41:37 GMT 1
He could only hazard a guess as to what 'hates yellow' means and since there was no yellow that he could see he was just going to ignore that entirely. He'd realise at a later date when he remembers that the hybrid can see sounds and still agree with himself in this moment, that the comment doesn't help whatsoever. He doesn't like to see people horribly burnt when they don't deserve it but thats hardly going to make those burns disappear. He'd rolled him to prevent his throat and nose from being clogged up with blood. It's not so much a problem when it's fresh and warm, but when it begins to clot it can congeal in the airways and.. Well, his sensitive hearing picked up on the final 'thud' of Bram's heart and he almost kicked himself when he remembered that of course, the hybrid didn't even need to breathe really. He'd already died once.
The alarm shut off into almost deafening silence after another thwack of the button. There was no actual silence though, of course, the noises Bram was making regardless of being aware of them or not were not pleasant to hear. Years ago this would be a case where he would put the man out of his misery rather than let him continue to suffer in this state but this would unlikely kill the annoying loud mouth. He'd seen supernatural creatures recover from worst injuries. Kind of. He would be making quite sure that those fangs of Bram's didn't so much as touch his skin though, the last vampire that had attempted to drink from him had ended up with charred teeth and their stomach burnt and destroyed. They'd also died. But that had been due to Julius removing their head so not really because his blood had burnt through to their heart.
There was blood coming though, bags from the medical storage that the nurse should be grabbing as well as hopefully utilising conversational skills in getting others on the staff to help grab things too. An emergency meant emergency. He'd like to think they were all trained well enough to know what the hell that meant. Luckily there were rushed footsteps coming down the hall and in burst a different nurse with a few bags of blood in her arms, she didn't recoil like the previous one had done but she did pale a little at the sight of the burnt guy laying on the bed.. Bram did look slightly demonic in this state, that went without saying, the red eyes, fangs, blood staining his face and blisters upon his skin, it certainly wasn't very pretty and definitely not something they saw everyday.
Despite Jules' temper, he doesn't make a habit of burning people. Not this badly anyway.
The water had been a last minute thought to just try and cool his lips and mouth before it ended up erupting in blisters, it was all well and good requesting blood but being unable to part his lips because they'd have blistered together awfully.. He could only cringe internally at the thought but he reached and took one of the bags from the nurse and injected it with the painkiller that was in the left over syringe before expertly opening the thing after giving it a slight shake.
"Drink it slowly. Slowly. Your throat will have swollen, you can't take much at a time. If you guzzle you'll only get it over the bed and you've oozed enough out. Don't make me insert an IV." Because it'd be difficult as fuck, hurt and it'd be easier overall if he just drank it down. Probably a better delivery system that way, at least the vampires were easier in that aspect.. As for the brand, he glanced down to the charred skin of Bram's ankle, but.. "No idea. Try healing past looking like a piece of jerky and then you'll have your answer." He hoped it had, otherwise this would have been pointless and just made Julius want to eat himself a witch. A specific one obviously, not just any witch.
"You'll be fine. You're doing fine. Just stop trying to talk and drink." And with that he eased the bag closer to those sharp fangs, slipping the opened spout into Bram's mouth so he wouldn't have to move at all. The bag had even warmed slightly beneath his touch, something he hadn't consciously done but helpful none the less.
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Post by BRAM STERLING JACKSON on Sept 26, 2019 10:43:38 GMT 1
When the alarm eventually was shut off, so went the yellow in Bram’s vision. The migrainous feeling it had caused lingered a little longer but whatever Julius had injected to his thigh seemed to take care of it shortly after. Bram didn’t feel much better beyond that though, even though he knew the raised voices are giving instructions to help him, it made his already hurting head hurt that bit more with the invasive blasts of what he deemed to be angry and unpleasant colours. What he would give to have the calm blue ocean of Alpha right now or hell even the silvery shimmers of his drumkit. Loud it might be, louder than the dragon and the alarm but at least the colours were nice and soothing, rhythmic and calming if played properly too.
Bram knew better than to ask for a kit to be hauled in, it was not as if he was in any condition to play it although had it been in sight he would likely drag himself over to try. A blood request seemed safer, he had no idea if the previous orders was for blood to eat or pump him with but he rather eat it. Footsteps reassured him that the meal was coming, he could smell it over his own seeping fluids as the scent was different, to him and the dragon and the nurse’s own somewhat adrenalin fuelled blood pumping through in response to the emergency and probably, Bram guessed, what he might look like right now. ‘Fucking charming…’ The inner vamp felt like it could hardly be the worse thing these people had laid eyes on. Luckily Bram was in no position to voice his thoughts either, the vampire was less restrained than the wolf, at least in opinion and any comment it came out with really would not be helpful.
Seeing things get injected in the blood that was brought in almost had the wolf in Bram speaking, it was pretty damn terrified and had a hell of a load of questions about what was going on but overall Bram realised he was beyond caring now what else went into him as long as something stoped one kind of pain. Head pain, body pain, hunger pain… He could take one or two types but all three was a bit much and for a moment he had to wonder again who he had pissed off so much to deserve this kind of life.
Maybe it was the first injection that helped him keep voices in his head, it was starting to bring a mild tingling numbness that wasn’t pleasant as such but at least a different kind of hurt to the burning pain. So if the same stuff was in the blood, Bram wanted it. But as much as Bram wanted to grab the bag he was forced to just fixate with his eyes since his arms were not totally responding, they barely moved from the liquid as Julius spoke. ‘Slow… Bram can do slow.’ So he nodded slightly, not liking the idea of an IV either as that meant needles and poking.
Only as Jules talked about the mark and Bram hoped for a bit of a positive reply did he move his gaze to try and see something of his ankle. But nope, it was apparently too early to tell and Bram frowned a little, at the not knowing but also his comparison to jerky however true it might be, but soon stopped since that caused a wince of pain. “..bitch...” Was all he could really say at this point, half felt like he should be wanting to kill her but immediately felt bad about the thought as the Sire bond left and warped kind of Stockholm syndrome effect that he couldn’t quite get over.
Pushing the thought away he did his best to put his lips around the offered blood bag and drink some of it. Bram sort of knew he would be ok, he was always ‘ok’, it was a fact his Sire exploited far too often. Still, he found it was kind of nice to be told he was doing ok. In a nice way too. Not in a ‘Shut up crying, your leg isn’t that badly broken… you’re gonna be fine’ sort of way. At least Bram was taking it in a nice way as it was the nicest thing he had heard the dragon say to him. Bram didn't feel a need to repeat the fact he used to get beaten up a lot so was used to this kind of thing, he didn't want any credit the dragon was giving taken back.
What was left of Bram’s open throat allowed the blood to slip down easily enough, less risk of choking too when you are not breathing, though as the blood first hit he felt a spasm somewhere in his stomach that made he groan a little as his arm jolt out to grab the side of a the bed, causing another loud crack in the framework. Bram didn’t know his own strength at the best of times and certainly did not right now.
But the warmth of the blood whether intended or not, helped it go down and made it taste like it was from source rather than a bag. ‘Pretend it’s Alpha now?’ It didn’t seem like the worse idea although it seemed to make Bram’s eyes go a more intense shade of red as he drank it down slowly. You can’t drink fast from Alpha or he would pass out was the logic here, mostly. Licking the spout a few last times Bram then paused as what was injected in the bag made him feel slightly tingly numb and he drooled a little of the stuff out but more from spacing out than he was throwing it up this time.
“More? Hungry… tasty Alpha.” Bram knew he shouldn’t be talking since the words were coming out strained and barely comprehensible anyway but he could see the nurse had other bags and he wouldn’t mind more of that injected stuff either, or even just a nice drumstick to chew on. Or one of those wooden lolly stick looking things. Old habits die hard and this was a habit that wasn’t willingly going anywhere any time soon.
If he could get his thumb to his mouth Bram would be lightly chewing on that but he still had a grip on the side of the bed, couldn’t let go actually and gave a small grunt as he tried. Since his other arm was stuck underneath him he just fixated a moment on what remained of the burned sticks on the floor feeling just a tiny bit ill again that his body could have got hot enough to scorch something in his hands let still allow him to live. But then he refocused on the bloodbags and somewhat the nurse, not that he had any bad intentions of course even if the hard red stare might be a little off putting.
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Post by JULIUS POLLUX HETARIA on Sept 26, 2019 18:13:04 GMT 1
Even if Bram was at death''s door he wouldn't be allowing a drum kit to be dragged into the medical center, there was no need. In his opinion the hyrbrid could listen to some audio files of drumming rather than drown out the floor with the sound of the instrument itself. No, Julius has a little bit of patience and it would have ended as soon as the guy asked for drums. So, perhaps it was for the best that he hadn't asked. Or for the best that he didn't really have the ability to ask. He had seen people inhale smoke before, smoke that was hot enough to scald their windpipe and their throat, he'd seen some really awful things in his long life actually. Bram's saving grace here was that he could survive without breathing, otherwise he would have had to cut into his throat to insert a tube far before now. If those lungs were still even viable.
Terror Julius could understand. He didn't need to be an expert to read expressions to know that the other guy was afraid, he could smell the emotion beneath the overwhelming (and somewhat intoxicating if he's being entirely honest with himself) scent of blood and charred flesh. It seemed to be lessening somewhat now that Bram had stopped breathing which made him wonder just how much worse his insides are compared to the already admittedly bad burns on the exterior of his body. He couldn't and wouldn't ask Bram to open his mouth so he could stick a camera tube down there though, if his throat was burned he could puncture it and then he'd be screwed when it comes to drinking the blood he'll need to help fix himself up. His own curiosity could wait.
Julius likes to think that he's not dumb. He's also pretty damn certain that Bram wasn't calling him a bitch, Jules could admit that he was a lot of things but he most certainly wasn't a bitch in any meaning of the word. His sire, was she female? Or the person who put this tattoo upon his ankle female? Either way, he could certainly agree that whoever had done this to Bram was an evil bastard and he would quite happily chew on them in his other form. People who do things like this always end up dying horribly. Getting chewed and slowly broiled alive in the mouth of a giant lizard would surely be a bad way to go. Instead of responding to the 'bitch' he just left the spout of the bloodbag in Bram's mouth and laid a hand upon the top of his head, just for a moment, and not to pet him, just a reassuring touch. Shifter's like touch. He knows he does. It just so happens that most people piss him off though and so he prefers solitude.. It's easier. But, now he has Dutch he can at least fill that need.
The dragon wasn't aware that he was thinking of drinking down another member of staff but he was pleased that he'd listened to him and was slowly sipping the bag down rather than gulping it like many hungry, injured vampires have done in the past. Bram may have been branded a slave but he had more will power than a lot of people he'd come across, that was for sure. Not that he would tell the guy that at all. He was more interested in the fact that the man was now eyeing up the nurse with those red eyes of his. He wasn't sure if he fancied eating her or what was in her arms, either way he gestured for her to leave the bags on the end of the bed and leave. From there it was quite easy to set up a small tube from one of the bags as a type of straw so Bram could continue to slowly sip at the blood in his own time.
"This is the second time we've met and I can't say you've been any less of a pain in the ass," Julius sounded more resigned rather than pissed off and he ran a hand through his hair as he sat down on a chair beside the bed after having placed the tube just between Bram's lips, "if the pain begins to intensify again let me know, grunt at me if nothing else. I'll dose you up again." And he wouldn't be moving from the room for at least an hour. Or however it took for him to begin healing a little more rapidly and obviously. If this was the horrible result of his fire, regardless of the fact that it hadn't been his fault, more a witch, he was slightly responsible. The mark had better be gone after all of this. Otherwise, what was the point? That was primarily his only thought as he leant back in the chair. It better have worked.
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Post by BRAM STERLING JACKSON on Sept 27, 2019 10:06:57 GMT 1
Bram wasn’t entirely sure what he might have said or done wrong but for a moment he panicked dragons have some kind of mind reading ability, that Julius had heard the thoughts about drums or maybe even thought the bitch comment was directed towards him because as soon as he saw a hand lifted he automatically assumed it was going to smack him across the head. Inwardly he recoiled, eyes tracking the movement as it reached for his forehead but to some surprise it was just placed there. As horrible as Bram wanted it to feel he couldn’t deny it actually felt pretty nice and he slightly dropped his head into the touch, resisting every urge to let out a small whimper of gratitude or lift his head to try and lick said hand, which he was certain would end up getting him smacked or just angrily grunted at. It was a far more wolf response anyway and right now Bram was trying to keep the vampire at the front of his mind.
Only once he had drank all the blood Bram planned to try and let his wolf through again, it was his default setting being that he was actually born as a werewolf, only the wolf was in him not a big fan of blood, meat was it’s go to food along with booze, but since only one of those things was helpful in healing right now it had to sit back, that and it was still fairly terrified of what was going on so until Bram was conceived he wasn’t going to try and crawl under the bed or God forbid into Julius’s arms, he wasn’t going to try letting it to the front again. Vampire was just less likely to annoy the dragon even if it might decided the nurse is snackable… so just as well she left.
But while sucking on the newly set up straw and bag, Bram inwardly sighed ‘Too good to last.’ Was his first thought as he was told he was still a pain in the ass. It was kind of hurtful really. ‘Best Bram isn’t good enough…’ Realising the wolf was probably just showing itself again Bram sucked on the blood a little harder in an attempt to force the vampire to the front of his head again rather than trying to get some lasting approval that was never going to come from the alpha-type in the room. ‘Anyone else would be grateful to have Bram in any part of them.’ he thought with a light frown. ‘You should just be normal Bram if you're gonna annoy him anyway.’ But the doctor was not leaving so Bram guessed he couldn’t have done anything too badly wrong or surely Jules would be passing this work onto someone else.
Bram blinked as a way to agree to say if he felt more pain, he hoped it stayed low for a while longer though, he could deal with it at this level, it was oddly familiar in a way, he’d almost say comfortingly so but Bram knew that was more messed up than still having feelings for his sire. He rather no pain of course but that didn’t seem possible right now, he knew his metabolism would just burn right through any painkillers with all the added blood he was using to heal too.
There were other things on his mind anyway now like “Cold,” Which really didn’t make sense to him after the intense heat of the dragon fire, and “tired.” A full belly of warm blood always made him feel sleepy so that fact didn’t worry him much but was sleep a good idea now? Little waves of peachy orange were coming from somewhere, Bram guessed it might be a something humming, which was not unpleasant but too confusing right now with the added spikes of Jules’s voice and the lingering migraine. “Turn off.. the orange?”
After licking the straw a bit more, with a small grunt of effort that sent a shiver of pain down his spine, wrenching his arm from gripping the side of the bed, Bram lifted his hand to his mouth sucking on both his thumb and the blood now. If sleep was ok then Bram was damn sure he was going to feel content while doing it. He would try and forget about the emotionally confusing dragon watching over him too who already knew he chewed on sticks so thumb-sucker shouldn’t be too much of a surprise. “Bram sleep.” He half asked half stated as what he planned to do next as he didn’t think he could keep awake without help in this state.
But sleep was good for healing, wasn’t it? Bram hoped maybe in an hour something might have healed enough to allow for movement that didn’t make him think he was tearing an organ from where it was meant to be. Maybe his ankle would heal enough to give an answer too.
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