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Delirium ([personal profile] endlessdel) wrote2008-04-27 11:14 am
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Let It Go

Delirium had almost believed them when they told her it would get better, when they told her that it was just part of being human- but everyday it got worse, everyday she forgot a little bit more. When she looked at her doggies she struggled to remember their names or where she was until she remembered and when she remembered it felt worse, like she had been hurt all over again.

She felt too tired to get up. She didn’t want to eat or drink and when they saw her they made her eat or drink and then they left her again and she was alone. Jack had told her to push them away but that hadn’t helped, pretending hadn’t helped either and nothing made it better. It just hurt, hurt all over until she could barely breathe or think about anything else but leaving it all behind.

Delirium had found the bottle sometime in the night and she had drunk it all. It had made her feel better for a while, it had made her forget but in the morning she remembered it all. She remembered his soft hands on her face, the way he kissed her and held her. The way that he had loved her. She felt sick.

Delirium ran into the bathroom, retching into the sink, tears streaming down her face. The shock of her pale face in the mirror startled her and she stared, stared past the mirror at her sister. Her sisters. Desire wasn't happy just playing with Dream's life she had to interfere in hers. She could almost hear them- their cruel laughter. "I hate you, I hate you!" Delirium said throwing the bottle at the mirror, smashing the bottle into pieces.

Delirium stared at the broken shards of the bottle and laughed hysterically. Each edge broken and jagged; left empty and alone with no purpose. Just like her. Delirium picked up a large piece of the glass, ignoring it biting into her fingertips causing red trickles to run down her hands. Blood red, like her hair. Delirium stared at it unknowingly, blinking back tears as they ran down her face.

Delirium placed the shard into the sink and drew an unsteady swirl onto the mirror in her blood. Delirium heard Barnabas's barks and picked up the shard, rushing to the door and pushing her weight against it. "It's okay Barnabas, I'm going home. I'm ready now," Delirium said, her breath coming in short breaths as she leaned against the door. Barnabas threw his weight against the door, howling at her.

Sobbing Delirium took the shard of glass and ran it down her wrists, watching the blood rush to the surface. She attempted to try the other one but found herself unable; Delirium lay down in front of the door beginning to feel tired. Delirium felt her weight shift as the door pushed open and someone began to try to help her. Delirium closed her eyes and smiled at the sound of wings.

"Hello sister," Delirium whispered happily.

[identity profile] abbysciuto.livejournal.com 2008-04-27 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Abby would normally not be in the lab at this early hour, but normally she wouldn't have been sort of unable to sleep either. It'd been an interesting couple of days, finding out she was fictional and seeing Tony and Bran get things from the island. She wondered if she'd get something soon too, except that she'd gotten Bert a few months ago, so probably not.

She left the lab to go to the restroom (too much coffee), not expecting to meet anyone on the trip there or back, but there was something blocking the door. She pushed it open, wondering if this was a good idea, because really, the door might be blocked for a nakedness reason, but then Barnabas trotted up, howling, and she knew she needed to get into that bathroom.

When she opened the door and saw Del on the ground, bleeding in a manner that Ducky would carefully term "profusely," she cursed in every language she knew and then some.

"Delirium. Del," she called to her friend, dropping to her knees next to her and putting her hand over the cut on Del's wrist.

"No, Del, you're not doing this," she informed her fiercely. "I won't let you do this."

[identity profile] abbysciuto.livejournal.com 2008-04-27 05:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes, Delirium," Abby replied very very firmly. "You're not gonna do this. This is not the solution. I know the island sucks and it's really been sucky lately, but I will not let you do this. I am your next of kin, remember. That means I take care of you when you need it and right now you need to not die."

She reached up and grabbed a couple hand towels off the shelf, then wrapped them around Delirium's wrists to help slow the bleeding. The towels were gonna need some serious washing after this, but she'd willingly do it.

[identity profile] abbysciuto.livejournal.com 2008-04-27 05:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Del was seeing and hearing things, more than likely, but she thought she probably ought to respond to them anyway.

"I'm not gonna leave you," she replied, still holding the towels to Del's wrists. "Well, okay, I might have to just for a second because I definitely cannot get you out of here without some help, but really, I'm not gonna leave you."

She carefully did not mention the clinic since it made Delirium twitchy to say the least, but she was going to need to find a doctor sooner rather than later.
Edited 2008-04-27 17:30 (UTC)

[identity profile] abbysciuto.livejournal.com 2008-04-27 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's not time for her to take your hand, sweetheart," she replied soothingly, holding Del's hand herself. She was really gonna need a shower after this, and hopefully wouldn't scare too many people on the way there, with the blood and all.

"I've got your hand, though. I'm not letting go. Whatever you need, I'll help you with. I promise."

She meant it, of course. She didn't make promises she couldn't keep.

[identity profile] abbysciuto.livejournal.com 2008-04-27 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'll get Rob," she promised, pulling Del close when she shivered. There went this shirt. It was a clothesbox special, though, and was probably improved by the blood rather than ruined.

"They aren't coming for you, but we are. We're here. It's not time for you to go yet, and you're not alone."

She sounded like a broken record, but what else was she gonna say? Pretend it was all okay that the island had taken yet another person from Del? That was useless.

[identity profile] abbysciuto.livejournal.com 2008-04-27 07:22 pm (UTC)(link)
They were all broken in their own way, really, but that wasn't something she should point out. Instead she shifted a little more so Del was leaning more fully on her, so she was supporting most of Del's scarily light weight.

How had she not noticed what was happening to Delirium recently? God, what kind of a next of kin was she?

"Not time to go," she repeated softly. "I'm not leaving you."

[identity profile] abbysciuto.livejournal.com 2008-04-27 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"Kit Kats are yummy," she agreed. "I don't know about the stuff in your eyes, though. That might not be so yummy."

Now that Del was seeming like she was slightly less close to the edge, she should probably find a doctor.

"Delirium, sweetie? I need to go get Rob so we can take care of you. I'll come back with him, but I'm not psychic, so I can't tell him to come in here without going and finding him. We'll both come back as soon as I can find him, though."

[identity profile] abbysciuto.livejournal.com 2008-04-27 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"I will be right back," she repeated, and it was a promise as well as a threat. The threat was directed at the universe at large. She objected to her friends dying, it bugged her and she wouldn't allow it to happen if she could prevent it at all.

She got up, opened the door, and let Barnabas in, and then told him firmly to stay with Delirium. He sat down next to his person and whined in what she assumed was agreement, so she left, heading to the clinic to find Dr. Chase.
Edited 2008-04-27 22:02 (UTC)
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[personal profile] dr_robchase 2008-04-27 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Chase had been in the Clinic to go over paperwork now that Gwen was officially discharged and had been going over several little aspects of the procedure while adding information about Juno, now that he had a new patient.

And he was actually alert, a happy change from nights before thanks to the newborn. Sleeping in the Boarding House definitely helped on the front.

[identity profile] abbysciuto.livejournal.com 2008-04-27 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Abby walked into the clinic, trying to seem as if she wasn't walking around with blood on her shirt and hands, and was glad to find Dr. Chase there. She didn't really want to consider what would happen if she brought a different doctor back. It probably wouldn't be good.

"Hey Dr. Chase, sorry to interrupt your paperwork, but Delirium could use some help in the bathroom," she said calmly. Panicking was not the answer and wouldn't help Del.
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[personal profile] dr_robchase 2008-04-27 10:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Chase's eyes flicked down to the blood and then up to Abby and he was already getting a couple of gloves before he'd even said anything or his mind had even processed it and he just nodded. "Sure," he agreed, slowly. "Care to tell me how much help we're looking at?"

[identity profile] abbysciuto.livejournal.com 2008-04-27 10:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"She tried to slit her wrists with some broken glass," she replied matter-of-factly. "I happened to be on my way there and found her. I tried to stop the blood with some towels, but she definitely needs stitches. One of the cuts is pretty deep."

"Right now her dog Barnabas is watching her while I came and got you like she asked, and I think she's been drinking too," she added.
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[personal profile] dr_robchase 2008-04-28 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
"O...kay," Chase said after a very long and awkward beat of wondering if this was really his life now, but he grasped a bunch of bandaged and a pillow to support her. "Can you get some of the banana bags, then? I have a feeling we might need one. Uh, and..." He strained to think if they had any blood in the fridge. "How badly has she lost the blood so far?"

He was grasping his needles and thread, just in case she couldn't be moved.

[identity profile] abbysciuto.livejournal.com 2008-04-28 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
"Ummmm...keeping in mind that I don't tend to deal with people while they're still breathing, I'd say maybe a pint or two?" she hazarded. "Enough that she was turning pale and sort of zoning out."

She grabbed a couple banana bags (yeah, she'd been in the clinic a few times, even if she was technically a lab person) and then pointed out something that had just occurred to her.

"If you need to transfuse her for some reason, I'm O negative and clean."
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[personal profile] dr_robchase 2008-04-28 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
Chase gave her a look of relief at the blood type, hurrying down the hall as quickly as he could. "Okay, just keep with me," he advised over his shoulder. "Just in case we need someone to go back and forth for supplies."

[identity profile] abbysciuto.livejournal.com 2008-04-28 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
"Sure," she agreed, and grabbed some extra gauze to go with the bags before she started following Dr. Chase down the hall to the bathroom. She was nothing if not cautious, and Del needed all the help she could get.

She was pretty sure Del was eventually gonna be okay physically, but therapy might not be a bad idea, if they could get her to agree to it. That was debatable.
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[personal profile] dr_robchase 2008-04-28 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
Chase just hurried forward, bracing himself for this. He felt like he'd worked more in the last week than in months, at least, from a medical perspective. "Hey, Delirium, it's Dr. Rob, how are you?" he asked, as soon as he found her, immediately trying to clot the blood.

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