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Post by helena on Sept 17, 2011 1:59:26 GMT -5
"I think the blood-loss has gone to your head." By now, he'd usually have given up and submitted to her pleas and stopped arguing with her. He'd then go to sleep as she'd asked. "Vic, go to sleep, or I will make you go to sleep."
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Post by question on Sept 17, 2011 2:09:40 GMT -5
There was no way in all of the underworld that he would go to sleep of his own free will tonight. Vic gave her a slight glare in response. "Over my dead body" he said quite seriously. This was one of his lesser appreciated traits, stubbornness paired with a bit of paranoia and possible momentarily insanity.
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Post by helena on Sept 17, 2011 2:16:18 GMT -5
Helena gave him a stronger glare. "More like over your sedated body, though that first could be easily arranged." She told him in the same serious tone. No, she wouldn't harm him, but she'd had experience dealing with this stubbornness of his. Sometimes you just had to hit him over the head or something.
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Post by question on Sept 17, 2011 13:36:03 GMT -5
" Thats not going to happen" She had to be bluffing, She had to know that the government placed small micro chips in syringes with the intention of enacting mind control on the populous
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Post by helena on Sept 17, 2011 15:30:41 GMT -5
Helena crossed her arms, "Think what you want," she hummed and got up to exit the room. "We'll find out what's going to happen when I get back and unless you want to find out I'd hopefully be asleep by then." She knew why he hated needles, but sometimes things just had to be done. And she kept sedatives around the house.
Part of thought of mixing it with something and giving it to him, but that would probably look suspicious.
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Post by question on Sept 17, 2011 17:20:59 GMT -5
Vic just glared at her for a moment while she left the room. He was sure that she would make good on her threat but he was not going to let her come any where near him with a needle.
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Post by helena on Sept 17, 2011 17:51:04 GMT -5
Helena looked at the needles, but shook her head. She didn't need him thinking she was in on the government's conspiracies too. Maybe the water was a better bet. He was already ready to pass out, but he was being stubborn. She grabbed a bottle of pills and retrieved two bottles of water from the refrigerator. She mashed up two of the pills--sleep aids--and poured them into the water, sloshing it around until there was no visible trace of the pills.
"I'm not going to stick you Vic, I don't need you fighting with me and making yourself worse, so please," she held up the bottle of sleep aids as she entered the room again. "Won't you take two of these and go to sleep for me?" She wasn't going to forcefully drug him if she didn't have to. That was why she also had the undrugged water. She sat both waters on the bedside table, knowing which one was which.
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Post by question on Sept 17, 2011 18:37:09 GMT -5
Vics attetion was now turned to the glasses one was slightly clouded. " I'm apophenic not stupid" He said now thourghly unpleased at the situation, to him matters had been made worse. " so you were going to try and drug me?
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Post by helena on Sept 17, 2011 19:07:06 GMT -5
"I'm not sure what I'm doing," Helena admitted softly. "I know you're not stupid, I knew you'd see it, but I thought maybe you'd actually take the pills." She put the pill bottle on the table and let her head fall into her hands. "Vic, you don't get it. You're intelligent, but right now you're just being stupid. You're arguing with me about sleeping, for heavensakes."
She looked up at him. "You're putting me in more danger by not sleeping. What if I do need you and because you're not letting your body have the rest it needs you suddenly faint? You'll be a hindrance then, the thing you're afraid that sleeping will make you. I don't want to drug you, I don't want to sedate you, but this is getting ridiculous. You're unable to make it out of the house because of your blood-loss and your ankle is shot for now. You can't do anything right now. You're safe here. At least you're safer here than out in an alleyway where they could have found you again. If those people are as bad as you say, and I know they are, I could have lost you." She took his hand and brought it to her face.
"You're not a hindrance to me, Vic. And whatever happens because I took you in is unavoidable, because you know you're in no condition to defend anyone. Get rest, stop fighting it." She had thought, albeit flawedly, that drugging him would be better than sticking him, but if she had to force it, she knew the needle was the better bet.
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Post by question on Sept 17, 2011 22:18:32 GMT -5
This was one of those scenarios where being a genius and slightly insane got him into more trouble. Logically it made sense to him not to sleep, he could see what was going to happen rather then not waking up at all. his mind was running too fast for its own good about more things that had nothing to do with anything but some how in his mind fit into the situation at hand.
Neither was going to happen if he could do anything about it. She should have known that by now. No matter what tactic she used, or tried to. He wasn't going to sleep. At least he could see something coming that she couldn't. He would be the bait not her.
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Last Edit: Sept 17, 2011 23:00:08 GMT -5 by helena
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Post by helena on Sept 17, 2011 22:54:01 GMT -5
Helena watched him and then buried her head into the bed. She just breathed and thought for a moment, reminding herself, though the cloud of her concern who she was dealing with. She had expected him to act this way and so when she raised her head again, she just sighed.
"Fine, don't sleep," she stood up and gathered the cloudy bottle of water and the pills. She left the untouched water for him, though. She walked to the door. "I'm going to clean, do some lesson-planning, cook tomorrow's dinner. I'll be in the living room or kitchen if you need me." She paused to look back at him and said this before again leaving the room. She'd be back to check on him periodically. She'd seen his condition, in the end she'd decided he was fighting a losing battle and it would be easier for him to just pass out than her to force it. At least, he wouldn't have cause to be mad at her if that happened.
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Post by question on Sept 18, 2011 0:44:42 GMT -5
Vic watched her leave without saying a word. What was there to say? other then the fact that he didn't feel comfortable with her in a different room for long outside of his line of view.
But he was fighting a losing battle with himself. After a few moments his eyes began to close. but he was fighting it.
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Post by helena on Sept 18, 2011 1:52:34 GMT -5
Helena told herself to hold off for ten minutes. She busied herself first loading the dishwasher with some dishes she could have neglected another day, but why put the tasks off? That done and dishwasher running, she moved to fold clothes she gathered from the dryer.
She nimbly picked her way down the hall back to her room to check on Vic. She had let fifteen minutes pass. The door was still open as she'd left it to assuage some of his ease. She peered in.
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Post by question on Sept 18, 2011 2:15:11 GMT -5
Vic had passed out about a solid three minutes before she came to check on him. It was to the point where there was nothing holding his attetion any more other than his own thoughts which slowly began to lose focus.
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Post by helena on Sept 18, 2011 3:04:03 GMT -5
She smirked triumphantly and then the expression softened. She was glad he was resting and more or less of his own accord. Her worry ebbed at that and she pulled away. She could work on her lesson plans until she got tired and then climb into bed beside him so he could at least be comforted when he awoke and she was both visually and physically there. She knew he'd worried when she went out of sight those minutes ago, but at least for the moment everything was right and he was healing.
Tomorrow would bring what it wanted, but Helena was carefree even if it was just in this moment.
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