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Post by Payton G. McHale on Mar 31, 2014 13:46:57 GMT -5
Payton hobbled out of the training room, trying her hardest not to look as if she was in pain. Screw, Mute, that was the internal mantra that she kept repeating. It was the only thing that was keeping her going. Mute and that stupid Stiff were going to be the death of her, Transfers. She kept her chin up as long as there were people around, but as soon as she turned the corner, Pay let her facade fall. Damn the Transfers. First of all they had been punished for fighting and secondly she now had Jinx on her tail. Just what she needed. Mute, especially. He was going to be a pain in her ass for the rest of the initiation period. Maybe she would luck out and he would be exiled before she had to deal with him again. It wasn’t that she hadn’t enjoyed the fight - it was the sheer fact that she knew he was a better natural fighter than she was. How could that be possible? She was the Dauntless-born! He was just some boy from Erudite who hadn’t fought a day in his life. Payton had to stop - if she didn’t stop she was going to pass out.
As she leaned up against the wall, she could feel the blood from her leg soaking even further through the bandage. As much stuff as she had subjected herself to over the years, she had never once been stabbed. She pushed her throbbing head against the wall, squeezing her eyes closed. The infirmary was only a couple of minutes away, but every step felt like another knife in her leg. Reaching down, she grabbed the cloth from her tank top that was soaked and carefully retied it, a little tighter this time. The pressure felt good against the wound, allowing herself the ability to start moving again. Dragging herself against the wall, the brunette felt the world beginning to spin. Concussion, she reasoned. She knew better than to stop again - she would fall pass out completely if she did and that was perhaps the worst thing that she could do if she indeed had a concussion.
Just the same, she felt her steps beginning to slow as she hobbled in shame down the corridor. Maybe she would get lucky and be put up against the Stiff in a round of training. Sure, they didn’t necessarily mix Dauntless-borns with Transfers, but she was anxious to see what the girl was made of. Payton looked back at the wall behind her, rolling her eyes at the trail of blood that she was leaving. At least if she passed out, someone would know where to look for her. It was only then that she saw someone coming up behind her and decided that it was time to pick up her pace again, lest she be stuck explaining to a full-fledge member how she got this way.
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Post by Colton A. Diggs on Apr 1, 2014 21:41:29 GMT -5
Diggs slammed through the door so hard that it flung back to him, so he pushed it again and walked out. He took off down the corridor but stopped abruptly for two reasons. One he saw the glass window of one of the shops and stopped to inspect his wounds. The cut curved around his eyebrow and it was deep, it would require stitches and he had to hurry before the blood started seeping back into his eyes. Secondly he had absolutely no idea where he was going, he hadn’t grown up here and had no idea which direction he should be heading. That was until he saw it and the sight was one that made him smile with quite a lot of pride. Blood. A lot of blood.
He followed the blood and slowly but surely his pace began to quicken, he wasn’t sure why it wasn’t like he wanted to talk to Payton, they had nothing to discuss and he was sure it was just end in the same type of fight, a bloody mess. But still he found himself, nearly sprinting down the hall to catch up to her. Her trail of blood was not an easy sight because it was a lot and it meant she was still losing blood at a rapid rate. Diggs had meant what he said earlier, he didn’t want the girl gone, neither death nor factionless. She was a viable opponent and she intrigued him, her strategy first mindset reminded him of home.
Finally he caught her, she was still moving at a good click which was impressive but she seemed to be swaying, probably due to the blood loss. “You know I can make it stop.” He was still a few paces behind her and had originally intended on saying nothing but decided to at least offer to help. Though he knew with her and her pride that she would never accept it. Not in a million years. Then he realized what he said probably sounded more like a death threat than help which made him smile so he let it hang in the air before clarifying. “I mean that I can stop the bleeding.” He felt his own forehead and felt the blood beginning to creep down into his eyebrow, his hair had mopped a lot up but know it was saturated with blood and was just lying flat to his head. This was going to be a rough walk.
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Post by Payton G. McHale on Apr 1, 2014 22:20:32 GMT -5
Payton looked back to see who it was that had followed her and was slightly off put that it was Mute. Jeez, she couldn’t catch a break today. First they had to get into a fight that ended in both of them being told off by the instructor and now he wanted to escort her to the medical ward? Next he would be asking to hold her hand and buy her flowers or tattoos from The Pit. The very thought made her laugh aloud, her shoulders shaking slightly and then a wince following as she realized she really shouldn’t be jerking herself around like that.
He made some sort of quip about making it stop and she froze in the middle of the hallway, turning around to glare at him. Honestly, he could probably strike her and throw her down the cavern and no one would ever know the difference. For a moment, she realized her brain was trying to calculate her odds of surviving another encounter with Diggs so soon - they seemed slim to none at this point. She was going to need a serious advantage if he wanted another go around right here right now. Then, just as the thoughts were racing through her head, he clarified that he was offering to stop the bleeding. Still stopped, she leaned against the wall and rolled her eyes, “Seriously, Mute. Can’t you take a hint? Not. Interested,” Payton breathed as she slammed her fists into the wall behind her that she was currently leaning against.
She looked at his forehead, examining the cut and blood that she had inflicted. It was almost a gratifying sight - at least he was in as bad of shape as she was...and she hadn’t even had to use a knife. Such a low blow. Reaching up, she put her hands on her jaw, moving it slowly back and forth to make certain that it wasn’t locked up, “Weirdo.” She muttered. Why was he offering to help her? She wanted nothing to do with him, honestly!
He was right, though. She needed to stop the bleeding again before she could continue. She slowly slid down the wall, extending her leg in front of her and she could re-tie the bandage. It was only as she was retying that she looked up at Diggs who was still standing there, “Oh-” It hit her as she looked down the hallway at the smearing of blood against the wall, “You have no idea how to get there, do you? Hah.” She smirked in his direction and finished tying her make-shift bandage, but stayed on the floor, “You could wander for hours without finding it.” Maybe she would let him wander. Then again...she could use the help. Pride in exchange for help? The thought made her laugh again. There was no way in hell she was going to submit to Mute.
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Post by Colton A. Diggs on Apr 3, 2014 22:13:13 GMT -5
Diggs grinned at her as she recognized him and looked absolutely disgusted. He almost laughed aloud at her but figured it best to not poke a beast, especially when he needed her help. Though even more so she looked like she was going to need him to get her to help. He was truly hoping to be inconspicuous but his conscience, yes he still had one, got the best of him. That was the reason for his offer for help but of course she reacted as he expected. He watched as she held herself up against the wall which seemed to take everything she had in her.
But of course she still had enough in her to roll her eyes and berate him once again. He grinned at her and crossed his arms over his chest. He shook his head at her and he watched her analyze his wounder before reexamining the extent of her injuries. The stab wound was definitely her biggest problem, she didn’t seem to have a concussion so that was a positive if there was one. Then she muttered again under her breath and he laughed softly to himself. He could felt his heartbeat in his forehead by this point but the blood seemed to be slowing, the wound closing naturally. Which was good and bad, good because the blood would stop. Bad because the chances of infection were infinitely higher, he was running out of time.
He watched her try and retie, to no avail, her pseudo bandage for the wound. It wasn’t tight enough and by this point the fabric was soaked with blood so she would never get a good enough knot to slow the blood. Then she realized why he was still with her, he would be lost and he needed her help. His grin slowly faded but he decided that his voice would be enough from this point. “Here’s the way it’s going to go sweetheart. I’m gonna stop the bleed and you are going to lead the way. We both survive this hell of a morning and we can kill each other some other day. It’s not a question because I know your stubborn ass wont agree to let me help, so just don’t object” He looked at her and then down at himself, she was going to need a new fabric to tie around her leg, his shirt was his only real option. He knelt down in front of her and pulled his shirt over his head.
He could feel the muscles in his arms tightening as he pulled her pathetic excuse for a bandage off of her leg. He quickly placed his shirt over top of her leg, rolling it into a straight line of fabric, and then pulled as hard as he could. He knew it was going to hurt and he wasn’t gentle about it. “I know how much you love my tidbits. The reason you couldn’t stop the bleed yourself is because the human body is trained to protect itself, your mind wont let you pull as hard as you need to because it will hurt.” He tied the deepest knot he could and watched the blood stopped, very little had even got onto his black beater, which was trash now anyway. He lead onto his heels and spoke. “If you don’t stand in the next twenty seconds, I will lift you up and drag you the rest of the way. Lets get moving sweetheart” He smiled at her and pushed off his heels, a full standing postion looking over the young girl.
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Post by Payton G. McHale on Apr 5, 2014 14:09:32 GMT -5
Payton’s fingertips wound around the bandage, her fingers becoming blood stained along the way. She tried not to wince in front of Mute, not wanting him to think her weak - she was Dauntless-born, she could do anything...and she would do anything. Including bandaging herself up and getting to the infirmary all by her lonesome. She kept her eyes trained on the top of her knee, trying to focus all her energy on how she was going to stand up. That was when she heard his patronizing voice and looked up at him, the distaste clear in her expression. He called her sweetheart and immediately she interjected into his monologue, “The more times you call me that, the more times I’m going to pummel your face during practice, Mute,” She said over his words, although she was still evidently listening to him.
Folding her arms across her chest, she knew that she should object, but her mouth wouldn’t move. She blamed it on the tightening of her muscles in her jaw from stress. Fine, she thought. She would play the mute for now. Her hazel eyes watched as he kneeled down in front of her and pulled his shirt over his head. She couldn’t help but look at him - even though her pain, Payton wasn’t stupid. He was in good shape for an Erudite, obviously took care of his body...Payton stared for a few seconds more before realizing her mistake, “Oh for christ’s sake...” She muttered, adverting her eyes. She wasn’t embarrassed, she had been brought up in a society which lacked a fundamental embarrassment about their bodies, but there was something so unnatural about looking at Mute like this.
She kept her eyes trained on the other side of the corridor, ignoring him as he obviously untied her bandage and then put his shirt around her leg. It was only when she felt an agonizing pressure on her leg that she snapped her head back in his direction, her lip curled in anger. She was just about to scream a profanity when she stopped herself, “Ow.” Her exclamation was dull, rather unfeeling, and accompanied by the dirtiest of glares in his direction, “That hurt.” She growled and was tempted to punch him right then and there...but he was right, they could attempt to kill one another another day. Right now, they both looked like they were in need of the infirmary. He explained the reason that she had been unable to do it herself and Payton found herself actively listening to Diggs for a moment in time. It was interesting the way her human body worked - it was trying to protector even if that meant that it was causing her more anguish, “Defense mechanism.” She breathed, shaking her head slightly as her mind processed the new information.
Pay could already feel the throbbing in her leg, but it wasn’t bleeding out any more. Instinctively she look down and found herself surprised. Maybe Mute should have been a doctor... Realizing that she had been actually interested in his words, she made a movement to correct her oversight, “If you think that you can boss me around and expect me to do what you want, then you have another thing coming, Mute.” She pressed her hands into the ground, steading her body, “I liked it better when you didn’t talk.” She pushed up and kept her leg straight as she used her leverage to get to a standing position. Limping slightly, she positioned herself leaning against the wall as she raised both of her eyebrows in his direction.
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Post by Colton A. Diggs on Apr 6, 2014 19:46:10 GMT -5
Diggs heard her try and cut him off but he continued on, if anything his grin grew wider at her words. He had no intentions of stopping the nickname just as she did not intend on stopping with mute. Though she spoke it was clear that she was still intent on listening to his every word which was good because he wasn’t one who enjoyed speaking and would prefer not to have to explain his instructions again. As he bent down to help her she commented on his lack of shirt at least sort of, he knew what she was eyeing him and he quickly pushed those thoughts away. Smirking was going to do him no good.
As he pulled, with no regard for her comfort, he could feel her tense. He had pulled it like that for a reason and it was because he knew it would work, stopping the bleeding with the tight pull. The pressure was also enough to feel like her leg was snapping in half to the young brunette. “Never said it wouldn’t” He rubbed his hands together and fell into the crouched position as he looked at her. He spoke his tidbit and she seemed to listen intently, whether she was pretending or not, the idea seemed to intrigue her. He smiled as she spoke and nodded. “Exactly” He had no smart ass reply for that, he was just using some of his Erudite background and she seemed to actually take to it. Weird.
Diggs stood and readjusted himself, wishing mightily that he had a spare shirt with him. She looked down at her knew bandage and looked shocked. He had told her he would fix it, not sure why she doubted him. He shook his head at her as she spoke, her tough stubbornness coming out again. “And just so you know for every time you call me mute, I am going to call you sweetheart…twice” He grinned as he ignored the rest of what she had said because it was all toughness and sass. Then with intense interest, he watched her push herself up the wall with a grimace on her face. She seemed like she would make it without further assistance from him and then she got smart again. He gave her a big smile and a nod, he liked it a lot better when she didn’t talk too but he didn’t feel the need to add that. “So..after you I suppose” he waved his arm in the direction she was going before this nice little pit stop.
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Post by Payton G. McHale on Apr 6, 2014 22:39:26 GMT -5
Payton knew that they were forever going to be locked in this grid-lock: Mute versus Sweetheart. She could see it becoming a wide-spread phenomenon in Dauntless...people tended to flock toward the childish name-calling and taunting. Soon there would be questions about when the Mute and Sweetheart fight was going to go down. And - judging by the injuries that she had just sustained at the hands of Mute himself - she wasn’t sure that she wanted to pitted against him just yet. Pay was going to have to watch him, very closely, and figure out where those weaknesses lay, lest she end up escorting the both of them to the medical infirmary for the second time this week, “Mute Mute.” She breathed, just to be irritating and then shook her head. She wasn’t going to give it up just because he had decided on a patronizingly annoying nickname for her.
She leaned against the wall, watching him with careful eyes as she tried to get a read on him. He was a Transfer...so was his girlfriend. She obviously hadn’t belonged in Dauntless, did he? Had he shown aptitude for the Faction? Shaking her head, she reminded herself that it didn’t matter...people should stay where they belonged. If they were raised a certain way, then they should stay that way. Her eyes moved over the muscles of his arms, trying to figure out where an Erudite could get such definition... Probably carrying around all those books, she laughed at her own internal joke just as Payton realized that she was still staring at him. Immediately she couched into her hand and realized that they were standing there because she still had to lead the party of two to the infirmary.
He was smiling, obviously glad that he had seemed to win this little verbal joust or something. Pay rolled her eyes, trying her hardest not to let his weirdness get her down. Pushing herself off of the wall, she limped a few steps and then looked back at him, “Let’s go, Mute. I don’t have all day.” She was tempted to through his patronizing nickname for her back at him, but stopped herself, knowing that he would only come up with something more annoying to plague her with. As she walked, she would turn and look over her shoulder to make sure that he was still there - and - just as she had thought, the shirtless Erudite Transfer never left her proximity, “If you see rocks, you’re headed in the wrong direction,” She mentioned as they walked at her slow pace and pointed toward one of the off-shooting hallways that was lined with dim lights and the dark rocks. She knew he didn’t entirely know his way around and - although she didn’t like him - if she didn’t have to escort him again, she would be better off, “Medical is in the same sector as the training area, so don’t venture toward the Pit.” There. That was all the advice that he was going to get from her today.
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Post by Colton A. Diggs on Apr 7, 2014 19:11:18 GMT -5
Diggs held his head high and watched her intensely. He knew that this was his future, battling his newly named Sweetheart in a battle of wits and clearly it can sometimes get to be physical. This was the complete opposite of the life he was expecting to be living just one week ago. He should be swaying back and forth out in the farm land of the Amity with his arms wrapped around Abby, smiling and laughing. But Payton’s cough brought him back to life, and somewhere a small part of him wanted to stay still. To hide here and bleed out in this hallway. To let the pain rise up and take over his mind and body, to give in and join her in whatever comes next.
But then he feels it, like a push from behind. Like Abby was pushing him forward, giving him the drive to keep going, to fight for his life. He smiles softly, he needs to be the best, to honor her life and succeed. Otherwise the love of his life will have died in vain and he can not have that.
He heard Payton mutter under her breath and all he did was smile at her, shaking his head in time with hers. He would get her back for that, no question about it. Then he watched as she looked him over and once again he wished he was wearing a shirt. It wasn’t that he was embarrassed, he was proud of his body, there weren’t a lot of reasons to stay in shape in Erudite but he did it with pride. Diggs loved to push his body to the limits, as a kid he thought it was his inner Erudite wanting to experiment with his body. See what his body could do, finding his physical limits. He and Abby would go for runs every morning before class. Instead of pointing out her gaze he just smirked at her.
Then she was off, at much slower pace than before. But she was still strong enough to be condescending and roll her eyes. “Yes because I’m the one slowing us down…sweetheart. And yes I know that I owe you three more” He called ahead as he kept some distance between them.
As they wandered on, he was caught off guard by what she was saying, it seemed she was explaining how to get there. Helping him? That didn’t seem like her at all but he appreciated it all the same. Diggs caught up with her, speaking softly, the sarcasm and toughness escaping his voice. He was still strong but he was being honest. “Thank you.” After that it was awkward silence again, her limping seemed to be getting worse. “You gonna make it?” She had become accustom to his sarcasm and he could only imagine her confusion, it was the same confusion he had been met with just moments ago. He was almost…concerned. But that’s crazy these two would never be concerned. Not for each other.
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Post by Payton G. McHale on Apr 7, 2014 22:56:31 GMT -5
Payton scoffed at him, turning her head around so she could visibly give him a look of disapproval from his place a few paces behind her. Sweetheart. That was going to be the name that haunted her. Not Number Seven on the Leader Boards, or the Girl to Beat, The Dangerous One...but Sweetheart. Just her luck. She turned back around, dragging her hand against the wall as she walked, trying to steady her limp so she wouldn’t look weak. That was just what she needed: someone walking by and seeing her pathetically walking with Diggs through the hallways, “We’re going to have to start keeping a tally, you know.” She muttered, pushing some of her dark hair away from her eyes so she could see which direction they were headed.
Then he picked up the pace and was suddenly matching her step for step as they walked together. Had she somehow given him an unspoken permission to hang out with her? Dammit. Transfers. And then he thanked her. Payton felt herself frown - she hadn’t been meaning to be nice...she honestly just didn’t want to show him around any more than she had to...right? Her eyes were focused on the end of the hallway that they were headed to - at the end, they would take a right and then they would run right into the Infirmary. If she could get that far...Jeez...how deep had he stabbed her? It was starting to feel like pins and needles in her leg.
”You gonna make it?”
Payton stopped in her tracks and turned to look at him, for a moment forgetting that he was shirtless and distracting, “Can it, Mute. A few stitches and I’ll be back to kicking your ass. How’s that thick skull of yours doing?” She knew she was being defensive because he was a Transfer and her apparent sworn enemy...Just the same, she had actually asked him how he was doing. Pleasantries, it was all just pleasantries. When she started walking again, she pressed her shoulder up to his, trying to use him to support herself a little as they walked so she wouldn’t have to limp so much. It was like a make-shift crutch, she was using his body weight as a shift so all the weight wasn’t on her leg. Pay didn’t say anything about it, though, didn’t acknowledge anything about it...
“Turn right at the end of the hallway. Can’t miss it after that.” Payton breathed as she tried not to think about the throbbing in her leg. Maybe she was going to get sick...that would be just lovely. She could imagine the stories that Mute would tell about her when they got back to practicing, “I won’t tell anyone you let me get you undressed if you don’t spill about the-” She nudged her shoulder against his, trying to get away without saying that she was physically leaning on his at this point. Great - now she was making pacts with the enemy. As if this day couldn’t get any weirder...Payton knew that she should still be furious, but blood loss was making her delusional. There was no way that they were getting along: not on her watch.
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Post by Colton A. Diggs on Apr 8, 2014 21:48:18 GMT -5
Her head spun around so quickly after he called her sweetheart that he almost laughed midsentence, she was doing the same thing to him and yet neither one wanted to embrace the name, thus ruining the fun for the other person. So they would be stuck in this paradox of name calling until one of them died, Diggs was sure of that. But at this moment he was just hoping that both of them hadn’t been dumb enough to kill each other before they could do this all over again tomorrow. He even smirked when she said something about the tallies, but instead of responding he just tapped this side of his head as if to say he would remember. Which he would and she hated that.
When he thanked her, she frowned. As only she could, he tried to be nice in response to her help and she still had to be a bitch. What was with her and the transfers, Diggs had more than proved that he deserved to be here. Hell he had just outsmarted and beat the hell out of her, while scaring the shit out of the Stiff transfer at the same time. Not that he needed her approval, he just didn’t get it.
As soon as she stopped he almost regretted asking her, he knew it was too nice, too caring and neither of them were willing to do that about each other. Easier to be enemies and try and kill each other, than to pretend to care about their respective lives. But Diggs remained sure, he would rather fight alongside her than kill her to get ahead. The Dauntless were trained to defend the city and he felt the city would be better off with both of them, which made him question the policy of which the Dauntless were based on. Why have the best tear each other down? But before he could even finish the question he had his own answer. He didn’t care for their reasoning, he wasn’t there to help them defend the city, he was there to honor Abby. To be the best and let no one stand in his way. But even so, even in her insult Payton had asked him about his head, maybe there was a person in there for her. It was a nice thought especially since he wasn’t sure there was still a good person inside of him. “I’m fine.” He was never a man of many words but she deserved an answer. Then he smirked and coughed to cover what he said following. “Five” He knew she had heard him, he had meant her to.
Then they were off walking again but this time was different. She was using his shoulder as her own personal crutch, at first he thought it had been an accident but the way she was walking, leaning so heavily on him. She needed him or she would fall, a part of him thought of stepping out of the way and making her suffer. But at the end of the day he didn’t need another death on his conscious and though she was a royal bitch and a pain in his ass, Payton was entertaining. He let her instruct him the rest of the way down the hallways and he knew they were almost there. Then she had to make herself clear, no discussing this. She trailed off at the end. “The crutch. Wouldn’t dream of it sweetheart. I told you I didn’t want you gone, doesn’t mean the others need to know that” He kept his eyes straight ahead looking for the signs for the infirmary, she was losing blood at an alarming rate and they needed to get there. Finally he saw the signs and sighed. Thank god. This awkward walk, hmm hobble was nearly over.
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Post by Payton G. McHale on Apr 13, 2014 18:32:13 GMT -5
Payton knew that he understood her as soon as he finished her sentence about the crutch. Of course he could feel her leaning against him...But she was glad that he was in agreement. She didn’t need rumors spreading about her going soft and letting a damn Erudite Transfer take care of her after he stabbed her in the leg. The smallest of smiles appeared on the corner of her lip, only enough for her to realize that she was doing it and then completely blank out her expression. Neither of them looked at each other - just stared down the hallway, their eyes trained on the prize that was the infirmary. She heard the number of times he was going to call her sweetheart embedded in his little coughing fit and managed to roll her eyes. The never ending power struggle between Mute and Sweetheart.
Maybe it was their way of keeping their humanity - being cordial to each other in that moment. Payton knew that they could both kill if it came right down to it, but they were still here, weren’t they? They hadn’t gotten to that point. Maybe they had Jinx to thank for that...or maybe they had each other, “We could have murdered each other on the second day. I’m pretty sure that’s a new record.” She breathed, staring at the door to the infirmary. As soon as she went inside, she was going to go back to normal. Ignoring Mute and making him pay for being a transfer and not a born and bred Dauntless like she was. That was they way it had to be. No one could see them helping each other out. Her eyes darted toward the wall where she saw the sign for the infirmary. A few more steps and they were standing in front of the door, “Don’t get used to this,” Pay said, bracing herself as she shoved open the heavy metal door to the infirmary.
She walked inside on her own, limping against the pain in her leg as she drew a space between her and Diggs. Inside were a few trained doctors that were bustling around - they didn’t seem to be entirely too busy this morning. Payton assumed that they were the only people who had decided to beat one another up before breakfast. She had only been here a few times before - she used to be a rough and tumble little kid and would end up with cuts that needed stitches every couple of months or so. Turning around, she nodded toward one of the beds and then pretended like she hadn’t done anything as she plopped herself onto one as well. She managed to get her leg onto the padding and stared down at it, realizing only then that his shirt was still tied around her knee and he was still very visibly half-nude. If that wasn’t a red flag, she didn’t know what was.
Immediately she pulled on the edges of the shirt and loosened it and then threw it on the ground near his bed (using the last of the energy that she had been saving up), pretending as if she had seen nothing and then looking up at Diggs, rather wide-eyed. So much for keeping their cover under wraps.
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Post by Colton A. Diggs on Apr 13, 2014 23:11:02 GMT -5
She stayed silent as he spoke, which was odd. That was typically his move, silent but deadly was she using it against him. He now more than ever understood why it was so effective, why the strategy worked in his favor. It made every step she took, every breath and every silent movement in her body and made him nervous. Like he should be ready for an attack. This moment was weird for them, for both of them. He didn’t care what happened to her but he had asked her, and the opposite was true. She hated him but yet she asked if he was okay. They must both have been delirious from the blood loss, he looked over at her again and could tell she was faltering. Luckily he was there to keep her up, wait no it wasn’t luckily or thankful for that fact, it just happened to be that way.
Diggs clasped his hands together and gave her a smirk. He lowered his head and a small laugh escaped him. “Records are made to be broken after all” They were being playful, what the hell was going on here? He shook the smile from his face and cleared his throat. The light at the end of the tunnel was drawing near, they were just a push away from safety, from the comfort of the Dauntless trained doctors, people who had enough training to save their lives were just on the other side of the door. She spoke and he fought back another smile. “Oh I have no intentions of coming back here” He raised his eyebrows and followed behind her, they had arrived.
He watched her closely ensuring that she didn’t fall after stepping away from him and was prepared to keep her from collapsing. He followed her nod and took a seat on the bed, he took a seat and then was quick to lie down. He put his hand to his wound and winced at the pain, they really needed to stitch him up. He placed his other hand on his chest and realized that he was still shirtless, jesus she still had his shirt, their partnership which they had both declared secret in this moment was about to be figured out. The doctors hadn’t seemed to notice them just yet, she had pulled his shirt off and threw it on the floor in front of him. He glanced at her, with a look that said really?. He swung his legs off the bed and kicked his shirt to his hands and began to pull it over his head. He pulled it to his head before pushing it up again and winking at one of the doctors who had noticed him finally. “Hope it doesn’t bother you, soaked in blood." He tossed the rag to the floor and took a seat again. The woman smiled at him and he returned it, then he turned his attention to the brunette troublemaker who started it all. He turned, smiled and watched her eyes, which were fighting to stay open. He whispered to her when no one was looking. “Eyes open sweetheart, don’t quit now”
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Post by Payton G. McHale on Apr 14, 2014 18:27:48 GMT -5
She heard it before her mind had any way of processing what it actually was - it wasn’t until a few seconds later that Pay realized that it was laughter. He had mentioned something about the records being made to be broken and she agreed...sort of. Mute was laughing at her...or with her, she wasn’t really sure how to peg the situation. Payton attempted to stifle the laughter that threatened her lips by coughing instead. She wasn’t supposed to be laughing with his - not Mute. He was her sworn enemy over the next few weeks and the way she saw it, it was either him or her. Right? That’s what she kept telling herself, but in the back of her mind was the nagging feeling that there was something else going on here...something that she couldn’t quite put her fingertip on. He spoke about having no intentions of making it back here and she rolled her eyes - facing the door so he wouldn’t see her. They would see about that.
In the beds in the room, Diggs looked up at her after she threw the shirt and she shrugged her shoulders. They were going to have to do what they were going to have to do. It was just the way that things were. No one could know that they had been helping each other out. It wasn’t in Payton’s character.
One of the doctors drifted toward her and looked down at her knee, raising an eyebrow, “You’ve done quite the number, Miss McHale.” She recognized the voice as one of the medical officers that had stitched her up a few times throughout her childhood.
“Eh, I’ve seen worse, doc,” Her eyes kept fluttering closed - threatening to put her in a deep sleep if she let them win. So she fought, exercising her mind by trying to compute how much blood she had lost. How much was on the walls of the Dauntless headquarters? How much was on the floor of the training room? How much was she losing now that she had given the shirt back to Diggs? Silently she wondered if she should’ve just kept the shirt - he apparently didn’t want it any ways as he threw it back to the ground. The doctor rolled her pants and put a tourniquet around her upper thigh, releasing some of the feeling of dread that had been building up inside of her. The doctor quickly wisked away, and her view of Mute was no longer obstructed.
She realized that he was speaking to her and immediately turned to face him, her eyebrows raised and her face impassibly annoyed, “I don’t need to be lectured on how to stay awake, Dig-” His name. She knew that she had it stored somewhere in her brain, but she hadn’t expected it to come out. No, she reminded herself. He wasn’t someone that she called by name, he was her enemy, “Mute. Especially when you're the one who put us both here,” Jeez, she wished that he would go back to being quiet.
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Post by Colton A. Diggs on Apr 14, 2014 23:18:17 GMT -5
Diggs watched the doctor tend to Payton and whistled softly to himself. He knew she need the more immediate attention and besides the doc had already done her part by not realizing that she had been wearing his shirt around her wound. He even caught the doctor taking a glimpse or two at his nude torso. He leaned back in his bed and let himself relax, his wound was deep but at this point he was fine. All this would provide of him was another weakness that his future fighting counterparts could use against him. He put his arms behind his head and tried not to think about the fact that he now had something others could use against him.
He watched as the doctor tied an actual, official tourniquet around her leg, she had rolled her pant leg up all the way to the wound. He found himself following the flow of the doctor’s push of her pant leg. Her pearl white skin glistened in the light and his eyes followed the curve of her leg, leading up past her knee. He shook away the thoughts, he didn’t care to see her naked skin or think of her that way. She was a foe, not a physical match but she has the mental capability of beating him occasionally, in a verbal war of course.
He eventually found his ways to her eyes, and she seemed to be dazed. She was barely holding on and she seemed to be letting herself fall into a pain induced sleep, if she did she may never get up. He didn’t have any desire to see her dead, and it was that which inspired him to tell her that. Giving her the advice, not because she would listen to him. But because he knew she would react the way she always does, especially with him. Volatile and easily annoyed. She sprang awake, just to lecture him that she didn’t need to be told to wake up. In that moment, she also began his name as opposed the typical mute she enjoyed calling him. Of course, she then found her normal response. He smiled at her and laughed softly. Things were back to normal, it was refreshing. “No apologies here.” He grinned and turned his attention to the doctor, who was now headed his way. Here comes the stitches.
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Post by Payton G. McHale on Apr 16, 2014 11:55:32 GMT -5
Diggs smiled and laughed and Pay found that it only spurred her on more - she hated when he laughed at her...made it seem like they were getting along. Her eyes slowly drifted to the doctors that were busy talking over on the side, undoubtedly about how the initiates had managed to get into it so near to the beginning of the process, “None from my end either, trust me,” Payton growled back at him, trying her best to sound menacing, but she was sure that it wasn’t nearly as angry sounding as it could have been if she wasn’t injured. Right now she probably sounded like a wounded coyote trying to save what was left of her pride. And save it she would.
Pay slowly lifted her head and looked down at her now exposed leg, trying to figure out how they were going to stitch her up this time. She winced slightly as she tried to move her leg to adjust it and quickly realized that they hadn’t given her any pain medicine yet. Her fingertips traced over the tourniquet as she looked up and locked eyes with Diggs for the second time since they had arrived. Immediately she narrowed her gaze, still trying to ignore the fact that he was sitting across from her half-naked. Transfers, they couldn't even keep their clothes on.
Her doctor walked back toward her, breaking her gaze away from her counter-part and blocking off her view. She could no longer see Mute, “Try and remain still, Payton.” The doctor scolded her and she immediately let her head fall back onto the pillow. This was going to be a lot harder than she thought. Who knew she was such a restless girl.
She felt the hands on her knee, expertly stitching it back together with a lack of anesthetic. She knew they would give her the pain medicine after everything was all sorted out. Some people saw it as inhumane to treat their patients without any pain-killers, but Payton knew it was standard procedure. They were tough, they had learned the rough and tumble life. A few minutes passed of her keeping her eyes slammed shut as she tried to determine the most viable way of stitching her back together. Had they used a cross stitch or simply done it back and forth to sew the skin back together? Which was the easiest? Maybe she should look into medical after she finished initiation.
“All done, Miss McHale. We’d like you to stay here for a few more minutes so we can keep an eye on you,” The doctor handed her a small cup of pain medicine and healing serum and she took both with small sips. Already she was beginning to feel better...lighter. For a moment, she lay there, staring up at the ceiling before rolling onto her side so she could see the outline of Diggs’ shape from her peripheral vision. Pay didn’t care about him, there was no reason for her but for some reason she couldn’t keep herself from checking up on him.
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