forum In Fair Verona // Modern Romeo and Juliet // Private RP - CLOSED

Started February 05, 2019 by @blue_topaz

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ROMEO: I said pass, didn’t I?

MARINA: too bad

Romeo: Doctor coming in. Brb.

I shut off Mercutio’s phone and leaned back in the chair with a sigh. Marina couldn’t find out about our relationship like this. It wasn’t right. Especially since Juliet is still recovering…

“Romeo?” I snapped to attention to see Mercutio staring at me in confusion. “Ow, fuck.” He hissed in pain, struggling to sit up. “Where’s Pazza?”

I sighed heavily, leaning back against the bathroom wall. Sick with worry for Mercutio, I dragged a hand through my hair, squeezing my eyes shut.

“Take it easy.” I helped prop him up on a pile of pillows. “She’s been wanting to talk—“ I was cut off by Mercutio trying to reach for his phone.

“Call her.” He croaked, his voice raw and raspy.

“Christ, fine. You’re a big sap.” I snorted, unlocking his phone and hitting the call button, handing it off to him. He merely made a shooing gesture at me, pointing to the door. “You’re an ass.” I mocked quietly, slipping outside.

My finger hit the answer button the instant it appeared on the screen, heart kickstarting. "Mercutio??"

Mercutio’s POV

“Pazza!” I cooed into the phone, unable to keep the warmth out of my voice. “I miss you.”

"Are you okay??" I demanded, unable to keep the worry from my voice. "Are you in pain? Dizzy? Mentally stable??"

“Whoa… Whoa… Slow down, Pazza.” I mumbled, hardly able to process what she was saying. “I—uh… I just woke up? I— just, slow please.”

I bit my lower lip, brows drawing together. In a much softer voice, I tried again, exhaling softly afterwards. "How are you feeling?"

“I feel like…” I struggled to put the words together, trying to describe it. “…like I’m high but not… like everything’s a little weird.”

"Probably a result of the painkillers," I reasoned gently. "What happened, Mercutio? Who did this to you?"

I hummed back softly in agreement, enjoying the sound of Marina’s gentle voice through the phone. “My cousin— I don’t know what I did… he was yelling bout Juliet, frothing at the mouth an’ all. I don’t know what I did… I don’t…”

I nearly growled out loud. "Paris? He did this to you? I'll kill him, I swear—"

A thought struck me, hard, and the blood drained from my face. "What—What did he say about Juliet?"

“I’m sorry I— I cant remember much. It happened real fast. I thought… I thought I could just patch it up, but the tape was getting bloody and everything hurt…” I murmured, my voice fading out a bit.

"As soon as you're better," I breathed, "I am going to get so mad at you for nearly throwing your life away like that. Are–Are you sure you can't remember anything about Juliet? What did Paris think you had to do with her?"

“He… He said it was something about… about—“ I cut myself off, trying to resurrect the memory. “I’m sorry…” I mumbled quietly after a few moments as nothing resurfaced. “I want to help, but it’s not… it’s not there.”

I wanted to give him an enormous hug, but my overwhelming anxiety for both him and Juliet—who still wasn't answering my texts—kept me from speaking for a few seconds longer. "It's—It's okay. You're okay."

“It hurts and I miss you.” I complained quietly, holding the phone close to my face, as if that would somehow bring my Pazza closer to me.

"I wish I could visit you…" I murmured, tilting my head to one side. "Do you know when they're letting you out?"

“I… I uh, I just woke up, Pazza. I-I’m sorry, I can’t do anything I-“ Before I knew it I was balling my eyes out, a sniffling mess clinging desperately onto a cellphone. “I-I—I… I miss you so so much, Pazza…”

"Hey, hey, it's alright," I soothed immediately, wishing desperately that I could put my arms around him. "Shh, it's okay. It's all going to work out, alright? You'll be out before you know it."

“Can I see you? I… I can’t go home. They’ll rip open my stitches, Pazza. I can’t…” My shaky breathing escalated into hyperventilating, fear at the thought of my parents finding out I had lost.

"The hospital won't let you out until you're well enough," I continued to comfort, though my own heart was lodged in my throat. "Pretend you're worse off than you are to stay longer."

“I don’t— I can’t or they’ll come looking for me. I don’t stand a chance if they catch me all…. all drugged up. Marina I— I don’t wanna die.” I whimpered frantically, wishing she was here to provide comfort.