App jumped when Clovis did. She immediately stood up and gently put her hands on Clovis’ chest abd shoulder. “Clovis calm down… It’s just Connor. You’re-“ she broke off, having about to say ‘You’re okay.’ but that wasn’t really true. She hung her head, biting her lip.
Conner rubbed his arm, wincing. He turned, becoming withdrawn again. He still felt unfamiliar with the group and as if he didn't really belong. The boy silently cleaned off the supplies and grabbed an emergency pack off the wall, putting some of the supplies inside it as well.
Molly gives Clovis a side glare.
"Calm down. We're all alright."
He looks around the room, then to Conner.
"I- I'm sorry?"
When Dareon finished with Molly, he looked around at the others to see if he could gelp. He spotted one girl curled up on a bed. He stood, and cautiously walked over abd sat next to her he started to reach out to her, then thought better of it. “Hey…” he said softly. “Are you okay..?”
Claire glanced up barely. "No…. It's my fault they're injured…." Tears crawled down her face, and she embarrassingly flushed. "I'm the reason…. They're dying….." She curled on herself futher, still while keeping an eye on the gun Conner hid in his back pocket…
Conner looked over, "It's alright," he said with a soft smile, "I'm used to it," the boy, back to his shy self, cleaned an already clean needle, "Just rest for a couple of days," he said without turning, "I can take the cast off after that, but you'll still need to be extremely careful. I'll have to remove the stitches in a few weeks," his voice was back to the quiet and unsure high-pitched tone
Clovis quietly mumbles a few things and starts to rub his forehead.
I saw her… Who was she?
(Flashbacks, dundun)
(Whisper….. Whisper….. :3)
(Dundun.)
(Waiting for Whisper…..)
(Btw, Zhira, we have a RP chat line going on in the urban/modern genre thing)
(Oh okay lemme yeet over there XD)
what is it called?//
(Errrm, it should be the first one up there)(I think it had the same name as the RP with 'chat' after it)
Claire glanced up barely. "No…. It's my fault they're injured…." Tears crawled down her face, and she embarrassingly flushed. "I'm the reason…. They're dying….." She curled on herself futher, still while keeping an eye on the gun Conner hid in his back pocket…
(Sorry, family cane home. I might not be on all that much now.)
Dare saw her eyes flick towards the medic kid’s gun. He put a gentle hand on her arm and rubbed it. “Hey hey hey… they’re not gonna die. Yes, they were injured, but after some rest, they’ be just fine.” He shifted a little on the bed so she could see his face a little better. “If they did it to protect you, it means they really like you. Gods know I’d do the same if I had friends or family…”
Clovis quietly mumbles a few things and starts to rub his forehead.
I saw her… Who was she?
(Flashbacks, dundun)
App glanced at Clovis as he started to stress. She crouched down and took his hands from his face. “Clovis, what’s wrong? What happened..?”
He stares off into space still.
"I- I can't… Remember…" He whispers.
Blast it, who was she? Why is she always there?!?
(oof…I missed a lot more ;-;)
Conner put the backpack on his back and realised people could probably see the gun in his pocket. He turned so his back was against the wall, hoping no one saw it. He wanted nothing more than to hurl it away, but, in a way, it was all he had left of his family, even though he'd never be able to fire it
Its alright, Grace. Basically Conner healed Clovis and now they;re in the hospital//
He stares off into space still.
"I- I can't… Remember…" He whispers.
Blast it, who was she? Why is she always there?!?
App tilted her head, worried. “Was it… a memory..?” Did he have one too?
Clovis purses his lips.
"I, I don't know?"
He feels hot, uncomfortable and wrong. Just wrong. Who was she? What had he done this time??
"She's…. Oh, blast. What did I do?" He quietly whispers, turning his eyes to the ground and cringing at the thought of having hurt someone else.
(Oke…I'll just have her sleeping in the corner or something..)
Fiona slept peacefully in the corner, her arms wrapped around herself for warmth.
Dare saw her eyes flick towards the medic kid’s gun. He put a gentle hand on her arm and rubbed it. “Hey hey hey… they’re not gonna die. Yes, they were injured, but after some rest, they’ be just fine.” He shifted a little on the bed so she could see his face a little better. “If they did it to protect you, it means they really like you. Gods know I’d do the same if I had friends or family…”
"I-I know…." She choked up. "But…. But…. It's because of m-me that th-they got injured…." Claire buried her face behind her legs. "And… And… And… He'll kill a-anyone to get me back…" She cried and sobbed, throat burning with this hot feeling of depressive rage.
Conner bit his lip and slid down into a sitting position, wincing as the gun dug into his bottom. He didn't notice the sleeping Fiona just inches away, he was so focused on hiding the gun from everyone else. And the worst part was that he couldn't even touch it enough to hide it
Dare’s heart constricted with sadness at her sobbing. He didn’t want her to cry… “Who.. who’s “he”?” He slid his hand to her back and slowly started rubbing it. “It’ll be okay. I promise. I’ll do anything I can to ensure it.” He wanted to wrap his arms around her and hug her, but he worried she’d push him away.
Clovis purses his lips.
"I, I don't know?"
He feels hot, uncomfortable and wrong. Just wrong. Who was she? What had he done this time??
"She's…. Oh, blast. What did I do?" He quietly whispers, turning his eyes to the ground and cringing at the thought of having hurt someone else.
App heart hurt. “Clovis… I understand now.. I wanted my memories back, but I didn’t know how much they… hurt.” She took his hand in hers. “One memory… and it was about death… are all my memories going to be like tgat..?”