SIMM-Little Piece of HeavenHell Is For Heroes/Little Piece of Heaven
I had woken to full withdraw, fever, and the blinding, searing pain of my arms. I was tired, exhausted from the strain of illness upon my body, but my fever raged and my wounds burned. The bandages itched, my skin slick with sweat, hair clinging to my face as I gripped the sheets, arching my back in pain.
I tried to stay silent. Teeth clenched tightly, I gave myself a headache trying to keep sound from escaping my tormented frame. My body broke out in sweat, writhing, twisting into the sheets. Kabuto had left my side, and I was never gladder to be alone. A low hiss and a groan of pain broke free; my stomach lurched and protested at having been given nothing but water and medication for the past few days, not that I could keep anything else down, it was hard enough fighting with my rebellious body to let the medication take effect.
I twisted myself to the side as a wave of pain and nausea passed through my body, b
RoganxMerwin Part-HCRogan strode swiftly, if not agitatedly down the long, stone corridors of Paw Abbey. His brow was creased in exasperation and his grey eyes glimmered, betraying worry over the recent mission failure. He stopped suddenly and leaned against the wall. His cloak suddenly felt stifling and he removed the hood. As he did so, he huffed as he brushed back a dark tendril of hair from his eyes.
A line of sweat had beaded on his regal brow, yet he ignored it. He kept shifting his lithe body, unable to get comfortable, with his mind being plagued with thoughts about the upcoming student trials and the war. And the mission he had failed. He, Rogan the Ranger General of Paw Abbey, never failed. His hands clenched into fists as he seethed, yet he was interrupted by a familiar female voice.
He glanced up automatically, instantly cooling somewhat. Milady, he replied quietly.
An awkward silence followed and Merwin studied Rogan uncomfortably. She could practically feel the
SIMM-Concoction Hey BabyConcoction/Hey Baby
Good God in heaven I was freaking out. And thats saying something because Im aethiest. I really, desperately wanted to be able to hold Orochimaru again but we hadnt exactly left things on a good note. And Kabuto would be here any minute to administer the antidote. I told him to do it because Im very likely to screw up and kill someone. But about the other thing, Im really the kind of person who doesnt know theyre falling until they hit the pavement. Oh, hey. Ouch.
But I digress, because the virgin was knocking at my door.
Im here, as requested. He said, pushing his glasses back and holding up the syringe.
Fine, fine, man-bitch. Just get yer ass over here. I said, grabbing his shirt sleeve and yanking him into the room.
I got seated next to my love as Kabuto began preparing to inject the antidote.
This poisons structure is very interesting there, its done.
When I got back home, I discovered that his fever had escalated to the point of delirium. I did what I could to make him comfortable, which was not really much since I had no medical training and Kabuto needed time to prepare the antidote. I brought in extra blankets and placed them over his shivering body when he was asleep. I fed him, held him to keep him warm and, most of all, I talked to him. (During the few instances he was awake of course.) I would tell him stories of my home, stories of my adventures and travels, of the wonderful Caribbean beaches and their white sand. I told him of a place in the jungle filled with ancient ruins, lights and laughter. I told him about the strange birds in Cancun, small ones with long green feathers that were once a prized possession. He listened. He listened to the stories he couldnt remember and would never recall. My voice soothed him, made the turmoil within his body a bit more tolerable. My voice serve
SIMM- PoisonPoison/Work of the Puppet Master
Now that the initial shock was over, I had some time to reflect on our relationship. I was obviously still in love with the poor bastard and I think he was starting to like me as well. And anyway, the way he was curled up in my bed was so so
That is just too fricking cute. I sighed.
I stroked his hair and the side of his face before getting up, a vial of his blood in my hand. Orochimaru had been poisoned, and I knew of only one person who would be willing to help.
HES BEEN WHAT?!
Calm down shorty. I huffed.
Incase you couldnt already tell, I was talking to my favorite virgin punching bag, Kabuto.
How bad is it? he asked urgently.
He could stand for the most part but he fell unconscious a few hours ago.
Shaddup! Ive watched enough Black Jack to know what Im doing. I held up the vial of blood. Book 28 of your manga fe
The room was heady with the scent of blood and sweat. I could hear his lungs rasping as a cough began to form.
Dear Gods. I said softly.
I ran to his side, kneeling on the floor and taking his hand in mine. It was cold and clammy.
Hes fading fast, bring me a bowl of hot water and a washcloth. I said.
While my sister ran to fetch those things I began to strip my love to scan for any signs of injury. I found it, a knife wound right underneath the ribs. And there were green flakes around it.
Shit! I cursed. Poison. Kyra! Get me my model kit!
My model building kit has a scalpel like knife in the tool box.
Ew, what the hell?
Its poison. I said as I screwed on the blade.
Whoa, whoa, whoa youre not gonna sterilize it first? Kyra asked.
No time. This is a clean blade anyway. Okay, can you grab his arms? Hes not gonna like this.
Kyra hesitated but eventuall
SIMM-Home Sweet HomeHome Sweet Home/Something is Rotten in the State of New York
I was driving kinda fast down the highway but hey, I was watching where I was going.
Please slow down. Remember, if you die Im homeless. Baldwin pleaded.
Shut up! I snarled back.
I wasnt in a good mood. Orochimaru had actually followed me to Earth of all places. That was either touching or just plain creepy. I really couldnt tell, not with him. And he had met my sister again who knew I got cell service in Otogakure? Anyway, I was busy trying to think of what I was going to do. Kyra had said that he was injured badly. She didnt say how badly but it didnt exactly matter as any time I consume a certain amount of beer my empathic senses are dulled. I cant use them under the influence; I get all muzzy. So I could only hope that he wasnt bleeding too much before I could treat him. Good god, what would my folks sa