forum Superhero Roleplay [Closed]

Started March 06, 2018 by @Imperfect_Autumn group

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"But look at you!" he teased, trying to keep her talking as he worked on a better dressing with the supplies around him, "You're all sorts of loopy! I think you do drink."

Avery definitely giggled this time. "Nope! Never ever," she replied, her voice slightly higher than normal as she spoke. She fell silent for a moment, watching Dylan as he worked, then blurted something that she seriously wouldn't have said normally – not that it wasn't true, it was just that she didn't usually say things like it. "I like your eyes. They're pretty. And cool."

Dylan paused briefly, looking up at Avery.

My eyes?

Quickly, he looked back down at his work again, smiling as best he could as he did so.

"Nah, yours are better. They've got more blue in 'em. And you get to keep them, too. I don't."

"No, mine are boring. Everyone has blue eyes. Yours change color!" Avery argued, a silly smile on her face.

"Blue is a great color, though. And yours are a better shade of blue than mine. The only reason mine change color is because I have part of a fiery demon, and a shadowed saint, both vying for control over a 21 year old college kid." He laughed at his own metaphor, then finished his dressing. It was a much better one than he had done earlier, but it wouldn't replace the lost blood. That would take a lot longer.

"Honestly, though. Take away the color change, and it comes down to the fact that your eyes are the prettiest shade of blue."

(I thought he was 20…?)

Avery wasn't so far gone that she didn't notice the compliment. Or that she didn't blush when she heard it. The color rose to her cheeks, only slightly but still noticeable.

Pressing a hand to her side, she turned her head away and mumbled, "They're not that pretty." She tried to sit up, but it hurt her side. With a hiss of pain, she squeezed her eyes shut. "Hurts."

(Oh, so he is. Lol.)

He laid a hand on her shoulder, easing her back down.

"Don't get up. You're going to open your wound if you move around too much. Let me get you somewhere comfortable."

Lifting her gently, Dylan took her to one of the spare rooms, where he set her down and set a blanket over her.

"Go ahead and sleep. I'll check in on you after I make sure Vaughn and the others are alright."

"No, no! Don't leave me here alone," Avery practically begged, her eyes wide as she reached out to Dylan. "Please."

He stopped and stayed by her bed, not quite sure what to do. He wanted to make sure Vaughn was alright, but Avery didn't seem too stable to be on her own.

"I wish I could stick around, but Vaughn…well… Vaughn has Kaz, I guess." So he stood by, unsure of what else she wanted. Maybe she was just loopy from blood loss. Still, it was nice to just be there next to her.

Avery smiled weakly at Dylan, satisfied that he had stayed. Why she wanted him to stay, she couldn't have said. Maybe she wanted him there because, both subconsciously and consciously, she'd trust him with her life. Which she basically just had.

A sudden wave of dizziness washed over her, even though she was laying down, and her vision blurred. She shut her eyes and tried to just focus on breathing.

Avery winced and began breathing heavily, conciously. Dylan took her hand immediately.

"Avery? Are you alright? Do you need anything?" Despite the fact that it probably wasn't helping, he heard the panic in his voice growing steadily.

"Dizzy. Dizzy. So dizzy," she mumbled, bringing her free hand to her head and clutching it. When would it stop?

Dylan was no medic, and he'd dropped out of the BSA after hitting First Class.
He didn't even have First Aid. But he did recall that dizzyness was one a symptom of just about everything under the sun. The first one he could recall was dehydration.

Thinking quickly, Dylan went to get some water, using a glass he formed himself. He came back and eased Avery up, pressing the glass of water to her lips.

"Here, this might help. Or it might not. It sounds like your dehydrated though, and that's the least worrying way for this to go, so let's start there. Drink slow."

(It's also a symptom of major blood loss. XD I googled the symptoms 'cause… Idk, 'cause I'm a writer, I guess. Lol.)

Avery slowly drank about half of the water before her eyelids became too heavy to hold up. They drooped, and she relaxed enough to quickly drop into a deep sleep.

(I know. I actually am a boy scout… But Dylan didn't put two and two together.

About Artemis, that's a bummer. I guess we just thank her and get on our way, then.)

(Lol. I wasn't sure, so I was just putting the info out there. XD
And, yeah. Bummer. Now we just have this overly-stocked mansion all to ourselves…)

(Yeah… but she'll be stable at this point. She's not losing anymore blood. Dylan'll just let it transition from pass-out to sleep.)

Dylan watched as she fell asleep, and gradually relaxed. Blood loss or dehydration, she'd make it through. Before leaving, he left a shadowed fox sleeping by her side. It wouldn't be warm or cold, but hopefully it would keep her company enough. That, and it would allow him to keep tabs on her, in case something went wrong.

With all ends tied up, Dylan went down to check on Vaughn and Kaz.

(Yup.
And now I put myself on the shelf since she's asleep… Though, she'll be glad to wake up to the fox by her side.)