Carol Peletier (
becauseyouhaveto) wrote in
thespherelogs2019-07-19 07:46 pm
[Closed] A Scream in the Night
Who: Carol Peletier (
becauseyouhaveto) and Jason Stevenson (
snowjoke)
What: Carol's awakened by the sounds of a fight
When: Tuesday night/Wednesday morning, some time after midnight
Where: Dorm 201 and a bit in the hallway
The scream is what wakes Carol up. Her body is instantly on alert, hand flying out for her knife as she jumps up out of bed. She can hear two men next door, and the tell-tale thud of one of them hitting the floor. Past experience and automatic reflexes take over, and she tip-toes into the hallway to wait for someone to come out. Their words are softer when they finally speak again, so she isn't sure what's being said.
When a man clothed in nothing but a hoodie comes out, her blood runs cold. He's clearly in pain, and her neighbor is just pushing him out?
"Do you need help, sweetie?" she asks gently.
What: Carol's awakened by the sounds of a fight
When: Tuesday night/Wednesday morning, some time after midnight
Where: Dorm 201 and a bit in the hallway
The scream is what wakes Carol up. Her body is instantly on alert, hand flying out for her knife as she jumps up out of bed. She can hear two men next door, and the tell-tale thud of one of them hitting the floor. Past experience and automatic reflexes take over, and she tip-toes into the hallway to wait for someone to come out. Their words are softer when they finally speak again, so she isn't sure what's being said.
When a man clothed in nothing but a hoodie comes out, her blood runs cold. He's clearly in pain, and her neighbor is just pushing him out?
"Do you need help, sweetie?" she asks gently.

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Which makes her miss Daryl more.
"And I'll punch him as hard as I can."
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"Punch him harder if he meant to do it." He was trying to joke around a bit but he's failing at it.
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"any pants would be alright... or some underwear... or somethin" trails off for a moment just thinking about the options of clothes he had before snapping back into it at the mention of doctors.
"do I have to see a doctor?" He would honestly prefer not to, this was humiliating enough.
He doesn't even think of the fact that they where there to help him, he's never been to a proper doctor before.
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Once the cup is rinsed, she stops by the bed. "You just wait here. I'll be right back." She leaves and hurries to Jason's room, grabs a pair of comfy-looking pants, and hurries back to toss them to Jason.
"Put those on, and I'll walk you to Dr. Laurie. She'll get you sorted."
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"I've done stitches before." He's done a very bad job with them at least once before.
Carol leaves and Jason just looks around the room till she comes back. He catches them rubbing the fabric between his fingers.
"I guess if you think it's a good idea" he starts to struggle them on with a small yelp, he grits his teeth and soon their on.
"I don't think a doctor wants to deal with this..."
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"Let the doctor help you while I go talk to this asshole."
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"He might try and scare you away."
Her hand touches him gently he seems surprised for a moment before smiling a bit. "If you think they will help I'll go... but good luck talking to him."
He hopes it goes well, but he know's Dodger enough that he'll make it a struggle.
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She helps him stand up slowly, keeping a firm yet gentle touch. "We'll take it slow, since we'll be going a lot further than just next door. If you need to stop and rest, just tell me. Don't be embarrassed. Our top priority right now is getting you patched up and pain-free."
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"I dunno... why you wanna help me so much, I don't got anything to give you"
he mumbles quietly. He appreciated the help alot and wasn't sure what he would have done without it, he's just nervous of what she expects out of him.
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"I'm not doing this to get something from you. I'm doing it because I'm here and I can. I wish I'd had someone to help me back before--before everything."
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"I guess... I'm not used to that kinda shit"
He's not used to any of the kindness Carol is offering to him. Dodger was the only one but even that was a stretch.
This was almost a parental feeling he's never experienced before. Over time he just stopped wishing for people to help him because they watend to, when they did it always backfired on him.
"Thank's for helping me."
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People like Jason.
"You're very welcome."