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Ah the finale of 'As the Mutant Turns'. Yes folks, angst and woe with a bittersweet, sappy ending.
Tic, tic, tic. Several hours go by, and still no word. Rebecca, after going through several many cops of vending machine coffee and building a little pyramid out of the empty cups, begins pacing. Still no answer, and back to pacing. Each nurse she asks shakes her head and tells her to sit down. Finally she grabs a doctor by the collar and holds him up against the wall. "I want to see my friend," she hisses into his ear. He consents, and leads her back to the room where Nevaeh is.
Hours and hours, and for Nevaeh, time seems to have stopped. For a solid hour now she's sat in her bed, arms folded protectively over her stomach, eyes the purest of black, hidden by closed lids. The red and brown hair is now faded to pure black as well and Nev's lips are pulled into a thin line. The expression is entirely unreadable as she simply sits there, numb to the world. It seems that she doesn't even hear the entrance of her new found friend.
Now this isn't good. Becca scowls at the doctor, getting him to leave the pair alone. "Nev?" she asks softly, taking a seat on the corner of the bed. "Honey, what's wrong?" She's asking, but something tells her she doesn't want to know.
Nevaeh doesn't seem to register the voice for a moment. And in fact it's about two minutes before Nevaeh shows any signs of movement beyond breathing. Long lashes lift, revealing the empty, black of Nev's eyes that slowly drift towards Becca. "They killed my baby." Her voice is as empty as those eyes, though anyone who dared look deep enough could see the flame of rage slowly beginning to spark.
Rebecca is the type to look into the eyes of others, and is rather used to seeing such things after hanging out with Tyanna. "What... are you talking about?" she finds herself asking, and immediately regretting. Her fists immediately clench into tight fists as she finds herself getting angry.
Nevaeh remembers that Rebecca doesn't know about the beating a few weeks back and takes a soft breath, her expression never changing, though that flame is slowly growing. "A few weeks ago, in an alley. A few members from the Friends of Humanity tried to kill me. Beat me with bats, fists, shot me. I flew to Mark.. my boyfriend's place. He kept me from dying. His boss can heal. She healed me. I was pregnant." Her lips tremble faintly at the words as there's a sudden flash of red in her eyes. "I didn't.. I didn't know."
Rebecca finds herself clenching the blanket now. The Friends of Humanity. "Bastards..." she curses under her breath. She calms herself as best she can before speaking to Nev. "I'm really sorry, hun. I don't know what to say...." There's a long pause. "I can't offer much, although I can offer help with revenge, if you'd like. The Friends... they killed my fiancé, Jeran."
Nevaeh watches her reaction coldly. Normally she's be the first to comfort when finding out about Rebecca's fiancé dying, but right now, she's numb to everything beyond the thoughts swimming around in her mind. "Revenge? Not right now. I have to stay here.. they say that I still have tissue in my womb. Surgery. To get it out." The statements are quiet, disjointed as her eyes narrow. "Revenge comes later." Like she'd even know where to begin.
Rebecca shakes her head and stands from the bed. She paces somewhat. This was not something she was good for. She approaches Nev and leans down to hug her. "It will be alright, hun," she tries to comfort. "First important thing is for you to get better. I'll stay with you, if you'd like. Is there someone I should call?"
Nevaeh doesn't return the hug, but her chin does arch to rest on Becca's shoulder as the girl stares off at the far wall, eyes still narrowed. Oh yes, revenge is deep in those thoughts. But how? What could she possibly do? "It won't be all right. That was my baby. Mark's baby." her eyes widen. "Mark. Oh god. How do I tell him?" And emotion finally finds it's way into her tone as her voice breaks.
Revenge. Perhaps she shouldn't talk about it. "I... " This was so awkward. "Mark? This Mark.. I should call him, yes? I can do that for you, if you'd like." Rebecca pulls away from the hug but stays close. "You need to rest, hun. Take it easy, and I'll do what I can."
Perhaps she shouldn't, but either way it's going to be on Nevaeh's mind. That flame grows more as she gestures with her chin towards the purse. "Speed dial one." That tone goes dead once again as she sinks against the pillow, staring at the purse. "Right. Take is easy." She snorts and shakes her head.
Rebecca grabs the cell phone and presses the speed dial button. She doesn't use it to call, however, but steps over to the room phone. Nev's phone is shut off as she does so. "Should only take a minute, hun," she tries to assure her. The phone number is dialed and she waits for an answer.
Nevaeh nods quietly and sinks a little deeper into the bed. She was told to rest, but somehow she just doesn't think that's possible right now. So instead she'll simply sit and wait.
In his apartment, Mark isn't in an entirely good mood. He perches on the counter, watching two glass bottles fight on the kitchen floor. At the tinkling of glass, signaling a winner, Mark lets out a sigh. He remains in silence, watching the winning bottle of Fat Tire beer take a victory lap around the kitchen. When the phone rings, he nearly topples of the counter. The startled boy reached for the wall phone, pushing it up to his ear. "Er, hello?"
Sometimes it is a good thing that people cannot see what is going on on the other end of the phone. "Hello?" Becca speaks into the phone as Mark answers. "My name is Rebecca, and I live in the Sigma Iota Nu mansion with Nevaeh. Is this Mark?" Good, tell him who you are so he doesn't hang up. Darn telemarketers.
Mark leans up against the wall, his eyes watching the bottle as it slows down and finally tips over, growing completely still. He glances idly around the room and jerks up at the name 'Nevaeh'. "Er. Yes! Mark. What...?" He starts, but falls into silence. Was she getting her friends to call him and chew him out now? Mark frowns to himself at the thought.
Rebecca hrms. Great, he doesn't seem to be paying attention. Now is not the time for this! "Mark? Good, listen to me. Stay calm, but I'm here in the hospital with Nevaeh. She's been admitted for a while, and I think you need to come and see her." Rebecca grits her teeth, trying her best to be nice in this situation, and not order him to get his ass moving.
Mark jerks even harder this time, sending his head up and at the wall. The dull 'thump' is met with a hiss of pain. The boy brings a hand to the back of his head and squinch's his face up. "What?" He demands, taking in a shuddering breath. "Why? She's not... admitted for /what/?" Mark asks quickly, his eyebrows slanting down. If any mention of FOH is mentioned, one can be sure more than a few humans will die tonight.
No humans will die, not even FoH. Not tonight. Not without Rebecca by Mark's side, that's for sure. She still has her own score to settle. "I told you to stay calm. Now be calm," she demands on her own, keeping her tone low. Nev was supposed to be resting, after all. "Look, we're at Lennox Hill Hospital. I brought her here when she suddenly got ill. You should come and allow her to tell you what is going on for herself." Oh, boy, don't make her say please.
Mark tenderly presses his fingers against the back of his head. It was already swelling a bit, but Mark was going to just deal with the painful knot for tonight. He narrows his eyes, going to grab his jacket. "Calm. Right." He says curtly, darting his eyes around for the keys. "Does she even want to see me?" Mark wonders almost to himself, forgetting for the moment he's on the phone. "Lennox? Ah. I will take a cab. Tell her I will be zere as quickly as I can, yes?"
Oh. My. Gawd. He did not just say that? Yes, yes he did. "Mark, you're not being calm. I called you, she must want you here. Now get your -ass- over here, before I have to go drag it. I do not play nice." Someone has a bit of a temper. "I'll let her know, but I'm going to hang up now. You're on a timer. Please hurry." Then there's a click, and dead air.
Mark scoops up his keys from the side table and hops around, trying to keep the phone to his ear and trying to slip the jacket on. He frowns at the rather firm command from the other side of the line. "Fine. Yes. I'm on my way..." He starts, but the dull tone of disconnection is all that replies. A timer? Mark felt a stab of fear and rushed out of his apartment.
Sometimes being firm is something that is needed to prod people in the right direction. Rebecca makes her way back to Nev and sits on the corner of the bed once more. "He's on his way, hun," she tries to comfort, her voice immediately soft and sweet. "Shouldn't be too long. Is there anything I can get you?"
Nevaeh was about to say that Becca could get her back everything she just lost, but that'd be mean and the girl was trying to be there for her. She just couldn't do that to her. "How about a two by four with barbed wire wrapped around it that I can beat people with?" she asks, trying to force a joke despite the misery in her tone. A side glance is offered towards a pitcher of water as she sighs. "Actually, could you grab me a glass of water please?"
"Such a crude weapon. Would you not prefer sword or sai or even gun?" Becca's words are eerily calm and all too serious. That is, until she snaps out of her trance and back into the present. She stands and fetches the desired water. "Here you go," she says, carefully handing it over. "Anyone else I should call? At the mansion, perhaps?"
Nevaeh winces slightly at the mention of guns and shakes her head. "No.. no guns. And the only thing I know how to use is a bow and arrow." She gestures to her purse. "And a stunner obviously, though that was the first time I've ever had to use it." She accepts the cup and looks down into the water. "No. Nobody at the mansion cares. Only person I've really ever talked to is a girl named Tyanna and that was only once."
Rebecca lifts her shoulders into a shrug. "Bow and arrow, then? Top of the market, best money can buy?" She flashes a grin, trying to play her first words off as a joke. At the mention of Tyanna, she looks away. "Ty is a good leader, and caring friend. I should, perhaps, leave message with her. I'm sure as leader she'll be concerned."
Nevaeh smirks. "Well I already have one, but I should invest in a new one soon." Especially if she's going to start having to bust some heads. Which she intend on doing. Despite her attempt to make her tone sound somewhat jovial the black hair and eyes don't fade, though the flicker of flame has died. "Perhaps. I guess she'd want to know for knowing sake."
Rebecca keeps her head lowered as she once more picks up the phone. "Leave it to me. On both accounts, actually." She sighs as she slowly dials the number and gulps. Ring. Ring. How nerve wracking! What's this? Voicemail? Excellent. After leaving a brief message about the other girl's condition she hangs up, completely forgetting to mention anything else that is going on. "How far away does Mark live?"
Nevaeh shrinks against the bed and takes a long sip of the drink so that she atleast doesn't look like she's eavesdropping. "Not that far actually." She states with a shrug. "Depend on if he takes a cab or runs really." The cup is gripped as she once more stares into it. "He's really coming?"
Not that there is anything to be heard in the conversation. Oh, no, that will come later. "He would actually run here?" Becca asks, looking back at her new friend. "He must really love you." A mere nod is all the answer given to the last question. As if he wouldn't come.
Nevaeh shrugs her shoulders. "I don't know. I think he would if the situation called for it." Nevaeh states and brings the cup to her lips, giving her a few seconds to think. "I know he did love me. I don't know if he still will after this." Somehow in her head, part of this is all her fault. If she could only control her powers none of this would have happened.
And now Rebecca is back to Nev's side. "You stop that right now," she orders, her tone much nicer than it had been with Mark. A hand finds the girls cheek as Becca tries to gain her full attention. "He loves you. He will not be angry about this, not one bit. It's certainly not your fault in any way, and he'll see that." And if he doesn't, Becca will hurt him. Nuff said.
Nevaeh bites down on her bottom lip but doesn't pull away from the touch. Actually it's sort of comforting to feel like someone is there for her. "I don't know. He's been so angry lately. And the last time we talked we got into a fight and her stormed out on me." She closes her eyes and slumps again. "And it is. If I could control my coloration better.. if I hadn't gone after that kitten in the alley I wouldn't be here right now."
Rebecca sighs softly, and actually slips in her control of her powers. A gentle breeze blows through the room, as if to comfort. "Nevaeh, don't you dare blame yourself. Sure, it's easy to sit back at life and point out the things you could have differently. But you cannot, CANNOT, blame yourself for who you are." Looks like someone should follow her own advice. "Just take comfort in knowing that he cares. You'll see."
Mark makes his way as quickly as he can, shelling out the money in order to pay the cab. The boy prints into the hospital, demanding to see where a Ms. Nevaeh Griffon was being held. He angrily waited as the receptionist shuffled through the files, and the room number barely leaves her mouth before Mark is hurtling down the hall. He takes skids around the corner and nearly dives into the room. The boy can only stare for the moment, breathing heavily. Mark finally staggers to the bed, looking to Rebecca for the answer. "W-what... happened?"
Nevaeh's face seems to slowly shift at the breeze. It feels like she's flying, which she generally does when she needs to get out and think. So it's more comforting than Rebecca might realize. "But what if he doesn't? I don't think I could blame him if he never wanted to see me again." Nevaeh asks in a tiny voice before the sound of squealing shoes can be heard and Mark comes racing into the room. As he instantly asks Rebecca what happened, Nev sinks deeper against the bed, wishing she could disappear.
The hand on Nev's cheek slowly drops back to Becca's side as she continues to sit on the bed. "No worries, remember?" she asks Nev before even really considering Mark. Yes, she can be evil like that. Finally she stands and sighs, then makes her way towards the door. "I suppose that I should leave you two alone, yes? I can leave my number, if you'd like." No, she's not explaining things to Mark. Not her place.
Mark looks very alert, his eyes darting back and forth between the girls. His eyes narrow slightly in suspicion, and he hurries past Rebecca without so much as a word. Quickly the boy's eyes scan her and he glances up to the rather sheepish looking Neveah. "What is it?" He demands again, in a barking like voice. "What has happened zis time?" Mark flips a wave at Rebecca, though it lacked any sort of friendly feeling.
Nevaeh nods numbly at the 'no worries' from Rebecca and wishes she could believe it. "Thank you Becca. I'll keep you updated and tell you when the surgery is and all that." Mark's anger forces a wince from the girl as she reaches out, tentatively, to gently touch the back of his hand. "Mark please. Don't yell at her. You and I... we need to talk."
Oh he did not just yell. "Just because you're here, and not on the other end of the phone, doesn't mean you don't have to still be calm. Now keep your tone respectable, or else I'll lower it for you." Rebecca stands tall at the door, arms crossed about her chest. The look Mark gets is rather pointed, as in don't mess with her. She moves back into the room only to leave a business card of the photo studio, and then she turns once more. "Do so, and keep him in line. Take care, Nevaeh."
Mark takes in a deep breath, his eyes barely slits now. The boy flinches angrily at her belittling words. He straightens up and turns an eye on her. "Yes. Thank you for calling. Goodbye." He says curtly, before turning his back on her again. "Talk! About what? Just tell me what happened?" He's not yelling, though his voice has a dangerous edge to it.
Nevaeh takes a deep breath. All right, so new friend plus boyfriend is not a good combination. She'll have to keep that in mind from now on. Or atleast hope they'd get along better when not put in a situation like this. "Thanks again." she says before glancing up towards Mark, taking in his anger with black eyes. "Um.. so I was at the bar when one of the pains I've been having came back. Becca made me go to the hospital. They ran some tests and.." Oh God does she really have to say it out loud? "and um.." black tears begin to swell in her eyes as she looks away from him. "..um, when I got beat up that night it looks like.. like I was pregnant." Her lower lip trembles as she wraps her arms around herself. "But.. I'm not anymore." Suddenly her voice grows very, very tiny.
Mark keeps his gaze one her, not breaking it for a moment. Feeling that Rebecca left, Mark shifts his weight, itching off the opportunity to tell the girl off for commands him to calm down. He remains silent, his face not even moving a muscle as she breaks the 'news' to him. Mark parts his lips for a quick intake of air and turns to the window, not wanting her to see his newly crestfallen face. "I know zis." He finally mumbles, his eyes blankly staring out into the sky outside. Mark presses his hands on the window sill, falling silent.
Nevaeh falls silent and chooses instead to watch him. She really doesn't want the two of them fighting, but she has bigger things on her mind right now. When he doesn't show an ounce of emotion in regards to their lost baby, Nevaeh suddenly feels that spark of flame once more igniting in her eyes. How dare he not care! But whatever she was about to say is cut off by his statement. She looks confused, brows knitting as her fingers begin to dig into the sheet of the bed. "What do you mean?"
Mark brushes a hand through his hair, his gaze turning quite sad for a moment. Lines are beginning to form of his face, more than likely from the scowling he has been so much of late. He slumps down, pressing the majority of his weight on the left hand, still attached to the window sill. Mark sighs and finally turns, his face twitching as it fights the emotions that are winning over. "I mean I knew. Already knew. From zat very day." Mark admits, turning his attention on the rather boring bedside table. "Ze doctor zat Sabella brought... he knew. Sabella told me." After a pause he adds. "It was a girl." /Was/. Mark felt a jerk of anger in him.
Nevaeh continues to simply watch, red eyes starting to narrow slightly as he speaks. Atleast it looks like he's finally starting to care. "You knew?" she hisses, her tone as cold as ice and as harsh as a slap in the face. That long black hair suddenly flares red as shte ripping of sheets can be heard. "You /KNEW/?" How dare he not tell her! "And you didn't think you should tell -ME- that my baby was dead?" A girl? Her baby girl. Mark's not the only one who's feeling jerks of anger right now.
Mark tries not to be too uneasy about the newly made red hair. Of course, if anyone would ask, he knows what his least favorite color is. The boy waits patiently for her to grow in anger and ask the question that he knew she would ask all along. This doesn't mean, however, that he has a detailed answer for her. "I did not wish to upset you." Mark replies in a dull tone. "You were upset enough, yes?" He offers, finally looking into her eyes.
Nevaeh is currently pushing back the sheets on the bed so that she can be standing when she gives Mark a piece of her mind. She pauses when she hears his excuse and shakes her head. "That is /NOT/ an excuse Mark. How DARE YOU not tell me about this. It doesn't matter how upset I was. I had a right to know what happened to my own damn body." Nevaeh's trembling now, the rage simmering beneath the surface as she clings to the side of the bed. "All this time I've been going around trying to make the best out of a bad situation not knowing there's a child that deserved to be mourned. How could you do that to me?"
Mark doesn't budge as she attempts to stand. The boy raises his chin slightly, fully expecting a slap across the face. Of course, one doesn't come much to his luck. He yet again falls into a tense silence as she serves him that rather angry piece of her mind. There are parts Mark would /much/ rather have. The boy keeps his eyes on her, his lips twitching into a concerned frown. After a long pause his hands curl up at his side. "I did enough mourning for ze both of us, Nevaeh." Mark says in a voice barely above a whisper. "You should have known, yes. I had not ze heart to tell you." He lowers his chin and stares at her straight.
Nevaeh pushes herself to her feet finally and straightens against the pain. The pain is her punishment and she will damn well suck it up and deal. "No. You couldn't possibly have mourned enough for the both of us." She states darkly, her eyes a blazing black and red, dancing like fire in the night. "That was my child to and I should have been mourning with you." is hissed as her fingers ball up against her palm. "I should have known I got my own child killed so I could have done what was right from the beginning."
Mark finally wins the battle and allows a rather emotionless face to grace his features. "Sit down, Nevaeh." He commands softly, stepping forward. He simply ignores her statement and motions his hand down. "You should not be standing." Mark says in a firm tone. The boy closes his eyes and takes a calming breath. "And what good would it have done, Nevaeh?" Mark asks in a level voice. "I would not wish that pain on you. Ever." Suddenly a flare of anger flashes across his face. "You did nozing. It was zem. It was zose humans." He snaps, his upper lip curling into a snarl.
Nevaeh ignores the command, and this time it's her chin that's tilting upward. "No. I shouldn't be standing, but I'm not going to sit down for this either." She states defiantly as she matches his steps with her own, moving closer to him. "And what do you call what I'm going through now Mark? Is this not pain?" she snarls. "Not only am I finding out that I lost the baby I didn't even know about, I'm finding out that you didn't trust me enough to TELL me I lost it. I thought you loved me Mark?" She shakes her head, fury guiding her steps now. "Oh it was them. You're right. And I'll see to it that they pay for what they did. But I take my share in the blame."
Mark lowers his shoulders, his head rising though his eyes stay on the other. The boy's lower lids of his eyes squint up slightly, though he stands his ground as she comes towards him. "It is ze same zing I went through. Do not act as if I do not know it." Mark counters, the hair on the back of his neck tingling slightly. "I did trust you! I /do/. But I did not trust myself. Not enough to have to break zat news to you." His eyes roam the hospital. "I should have told you, yes. I am sorry." The boy returns his look to her. "I do. You know zat." He grunts in a tight voice. For a moment he thinks about stepping back as she steps forward, but he refrains from doing so. "Now you know. You know why ze must die... for ze life zey took from us."
Nevaeh glares as she steps close enough to him that he can feel her tremble with rage. "When you love and trust someone, you don't keep things like this from them. You keep secrets. But not like this." her voice is barely above a whisper and razor sharp. She's not sure she believes he loves her anymore. How could she after all of this? The way she's been treated and the secrets. "Oh I know Mark. I know that they have to pay for what they did. And I intend to make them. But I can't until after the surgery." She glares at him for a moment before turning her back to him and walking back towards the bed.
Mark gulps slightly, his Adam's apple quivering as the nervous mouthful of spit slides down. He frowns and glances away, his eyes squinting up in that depressed sort of way. "I am sorry." He repeats, his voice sounding dead. "But getting mad at me is not going to bring her back to life." It's sort of hard to treat your girlfriend like a princess when an evil genius is secretly turning you evil. Mark looks slightly startled. "Surgery? What surgery?" The boy starts, following her back to the bed. "By zese humans? You can't! What for?"
Nevaeh shrugs at his appology and shakes her head. "I know you are." She states softly, but doesn't truly believe it deep down. A part of her has died because of the deceit, but she can't think about that right now. "No. You're right. It's not." she says and floats up to lower herself back onto the bed, pulling the sheet up around her chest and tightening it around herself. "I still have tissue in my uterus Mark. It's what's been causing the pains. If I'd known sooner I could have just taken a medicine for it. But because I didn't know now I have to have surgery instead." She can't help the semi-accusatory look shot in his direction. "It's not something that can wait Mark. I need to have this done as soon as possible if I ever want to have a child in the future."
Mark looks slightly concerned for a moment, having a good feeling she was just brushing him off. "I wanted to. It almost slipped many times. Sabella said it would be best not to. We needed to save you from ze pain. Please..." He trails off into silence and stands near the foot of the bed, looking rather defeated. Most of what she says remains a mystery to him. Tissue? The boy wasn't familiar with the whole pregnancy thing. "Why not... we can see if Sabella can fix it, can't we? I do not trust zis! Not zese doctors..." Mark accuses, glaring around as if there was one in the room. "How will you explain? What if your insides are all different colors? Zey will let you die!" Mark pulls up at her comment. "You can... you don't need zis. Not from here."
Nevaeh's brows arch slightly as her eyes flare a little more red. "Well, I'm glad to see that you trust Sabella enough to let her make your decisions regarding what I should and should not know about my own damn body. Everyone should have a 'friend' like that." Nevaeh states as a black tear of frustration rolls down her cheek. "If I die.. it'll be the punishment I deserve for getting my baby killed." she states with a firm nod. She will blame herself for this until the day she dies. "She died because I was a mutant, maybe I should die for the same reason to make it up to her."
Mark stares down at the lumps of the blanket that are her feet. The back of his eyes start to itch, and he knows tears are soon to follow. "She saved you, and she got me off ze streets." He mummers sadly. "I owe her my life... and yours." The boy slowly bends down to his knees and rests a hand on the closest foot-lump. The bottom half of his vision grows blurry as a wall of tears build. "You wont. You can not leave me." He says in a jerky voice. "You are more important zan ze child." His fingers curl gently around the covered foot. "You would only hurt her father." Mark adds, feeling the tears pour over onto the blanket.
"And for that I will always be grateful. But don't let your appreciation get in the way of being who you are." Nevaeh pleads softly as she watches his eyes well like her own. "And I am no more important than that little girl." she whispers, looking to where he holds on to her feet and holding out her hands quietly. She'll attempt to pull him closer if he'll take them. His tears are breaking her heart despite her attempts to cage it in ice. "I do not want to hurt you Mark. But I have to do this now. I have to do this here." She looks at him with her heart in her eyes. "Please don't make me do it alone."
Mark glances up and notices the hands. With a moments pause the boy scoots up the length of the bed, letting his hand trail the curves of the blanket. He gently goes to grab her hand and place a small kiss on it. "I am not. I know, for once, who I am and what I need to do." Mark points out. He sighs and stares down at the sheets. "You do not hurt me. I can only feel love." Mark's left corner of his mouth tightens up and he shakes his head. "Not alone. I will be here. Will force myself into ze surgery room if you wish."
Nevaeh feels her heart pounding at the kiss on her hand. It stings her somewhere in the depths of her heart and heals it at the same time, leaving a sort of dull ache that she doesn't understand. "I am simply worried about you. So worried." she whispers and slumps against the bed chin resting against her chest as she sighs. "No. I don't want you distracting the doctors or anything. I just want to know there's someone who cares enough to be there."
Mark peeks over her hand with a particularly sad look. After all these weeks of feeling his heart shattering into peices with worry and hate, he's simply shocked to hear she could be worried about /him/. "Why?" Mark asks in a small voice. "I was not ze one who... who got hurt." Mark leans forward, slithering a hand across her torso as gently as he can. "I care. I will be zere. Please... just don't leave me."
Nevaeh finds her heart breaking just a little more at that look on his face. "But you did. Not physically maybe, but emotionally you were broken." she whispers, reaching down to gently lay her free hand on top of the one on her torso. "I want so badly to be able to fix it, but I don't know how and it's scary." she admits and squeezes his fingers as he asks her not to die. "I won't." She promises softly. "If only for the chance to maybe someday make up to you what we lost. And to help you find your way back to what you were."
Mark feels the slight pain of annoyance. He shakes his head slightly, his eyes following her hand. "I will fix it myself. You do not have to worry about me." The ex-actor insists, with a dignified sniff. "I am still ze same Mark. With more weight on his shoulders, yes?" Mark finally allows his eyes to float back up to her. "We will make it up. But this is me now, Nev. Take me for what I am." Spoof on Rent Lyrics, or coincidence? Mark doesn't hint either way.
Nevaeh is feeling that same flicker of annoyance but doesn't let it show. "I will continue to worry because I love you. And worrying is a woman in love's prerogative." So he can just suck it up and deal because that's not changing. As the RENT lyric makes it's way into his last statement she feels tears welling inside her eyes again. But this time they aren't as sad. It's the first Rent related thing he's said to her for a long time. Maybe there's hope for him yet! "As long as you promise to do the same." she nods and bites down on her bottom lip, gazing at him through wet lashes. "Would you.. could you maybe.. hold me until they come for me?" she asks softly not really expecting a yes, but asking anyway.
Mark nods his head slowly, though he feels as if it's pointless to worry about him. He's perfectly fine, isn't he? Mark pushes such thoughts from his mind and looks a little sheepish at the tears. "Yes, of course." He assures her and pauses. For a moment he looks confused, but sure enough he pushes himself onto the side of the bed and curls his arms around her. "Zey'll have to pull me off." Mark whispers gently and presses his lips to the top of her head. "You are going to be fine. Yes, fine."
Perhaps he thinks it's pointless, but to Nevaeh, right now, it's one of the most important things in the world. As he pauses and looks confused she begins to worry that maybe she asked to much. But as soon as his arms wrap around her he can hear the breath of relief as she sinks against him, curling herself in his arms. "Thank you.." she whispers softly and closes her eyes as the red of her hair begins to slowly shift into a softer shade of blue. "I love you."
Mark closes his eyes. He feels the hot run of tears leaking down his cheeks and into her hair. The boy takes in a deep breath, snuffling in the familiar smell of his lover. For this moment, he is not wrapped up in the hate of humans, or the fury of angst that has overwhelmed him. For now he is content, though the chances are such feelings will not last once they break their embrace. "Je t'aime, my cheri." He says in a gently voice.
Tic, tic, tic. Several hours go by, and still no word. Rebecca, after going through several many cops of vending machine coffee and building a little pyramid out of the empty cups, begins pacing. Still no answer, and back to pacing. Each nurse she asks shakes her head and tells her to sit down. Finally she grabs a doctor by the collar and holds him up against the wall. "I want to see my friend," she hisses into his ear. He consents, and leads her back to the room where Nevaeh is.
Hours and hours, and for Nevaeh, time seems to have stopped. For a solid hour now she's sat in her bed, arms folded protectively over her stomach, eyes the purest of black, hidden by closed lids. The red and brown hair is now faded to pure black as well and Nev's lips are pulled into a thin line. The expression is entirely unreadable as she simply sits there, numb to the world. It seems that she doesn't even hear the entrance of her new found friend.
Now this isn't good. Becca scowls at the doctor, getting him to leave the pair alone. "Nev?" she asks softly, taking a seat on the corner of the bed. "Honey, what's wrong?" She's asking, but something tells her she doesn't want to know.
Nevaeh doesn't seem to register the voice for a moment. And in fact it's about two minutes before Nevaeh shows any signs of movement beyond breathing. Long lashes lift, revealing the empty, black of Nev's eyes that slowly drift towards Becca. "They killed my baby." Her voice is as empty as those eyes, though anyone who dared look deep enough could see the flame of rage slowly beginning to spark.
Rebecca is the type to look into the eyes of others, and is rather used to seeing such things after hanging out with Tyanna. "What... are you talking about?" she finds herself asking, and immediately regretting. Her fists immediately clench into tight fists as she finds herself getting angry.
Nevaeh remembers that Rebecca doesn't know about the beating a few weeks back and takes a soft breath, her expression never changing, though that flame is slowly growing. "A few weeks ago, in an alley. A few members from the Friends of Humanity tried to kill me. Beat me with bats, fists, shot me. I flew to Mark.. my boyfriend's place. He kept me from dying. His boss can heal. She healed me. I was pregnant." Her lips tremble faintly at the words as there's a sudden flash of red in her eyes. "I didn't.. I didn't know."
Rebecca finds herself clenching the blanket now. The Friends of Humanity. "Bastards..." she curses under her breath. She calms herself as best she can before speaking to Nev. "I'm really sorry, hun. I don't know what to say...." There's a long pause. "I can't offer much, although I can offer help with revenge, if you'd like. The Friends... they killed my fiancé, Jeran."
Nevaeh watches her reaction coldly. Normally she's be the first to comfort when finding out about Rebecca's fiancé dying, but right now, she's numb to everything beyond the thoughts swimming around in her mind. "Revenge? Not right now. I have to stay here.. they say that I still have tissue in my womb. Surgery. To get it out." The statements are quiet, disjointed as her eyes narrow. "Revenge comes later." Like she'd even know where to begin.
Rebecca shakes her head and stands from the bed. She paces somewhat. This was not something she was good for. She approaches Nev and leans down to hug her. "It will be alright, hun," she tries to comfort. "First important thing is for you to get better. I'll stay with you, if you'd like. Is there someone I should call?"
Nevaeh doesn't return the hug, but her chin does arch to rest on Becca's shoulder as the girl stares off at the far wall, eyes still narrowed. Oh yes, revenge is deep in those thoughts. But how? What could she possibly do? "It won't be all right. That was my baby. Mark's baby." her eyes widen. "Mark. Oh god. How do I tell him?" And emotion finally finds it's way into her tone as her voice breaks.
Revenge. Perhaps she shouldn't talk about it. "I... " This was so awkward. "Mark? This Mark.. I should call him, yes? I can do that for you, if you'd like." Rebecca pulls away from the hug but stays close. "You need to rest, hun. Take it easy, and I'll do what I can."
Perhaps she shouldn't, but either way it's going to be on Nevaeh's mind. That flame grows more as she gestures with her chin towards the purse. "Speed dial one." That tone goes dead once again as she sinks against the pillow, staring at the purse. "Right. Take is easy." She snorts and shakes her head.
Rebecca grabs the cell phone and presses the speed dial button. She doesn't use it to call, however, but steps over to the room phone. Nev's phone is shut off as she does so. "Should only take a minute, hun," she tries to assure her. The phone number is dialed and she waits for an answer.
Nevaeh nods quietly and sinks a little deeper into the bed. She was told to rest, but somehow she just doesn't think that's possible right now. So instead she'll simply sit and wait.
In his apartment, Mark isn't in an entirely good mood. He perches on the counter, watching two glass bottles fight on the kitchen floor. At the tinkling of glass, signaling a winner, Mark lets out a sigh. He remains in silence, watching the winning bottle of Fat Tire beer take a victory lap around the kitchen. When the phone rings, he nearly topples of the counter. The startled boy reached for the wall phone, pushing it up to his ear. "Er, hello?"
Sometimes it is a good thing that people cannot see what is going on on the other end of the phone. "Hello?" Becca speaks into the phone as Mark answers. "My name is Rebecca, and I live in the Sigma Iota Nu mansion with Nevaeh. Is this Mark?" Good, tell him who you are so he doesn't hang up. Darn telemarketers.
Mark leans up against the wall, his eyes watching the bottle as it slows down and finally tips over, growing completely still. He glances idly around the room and jerks up at the name 'Nevaeh'. "Er. Yes! Mark. What...?" He starts, but falls into silence. Was she getting her friends to call him and chew him out now? Mark frowns to himself at the thought.
Rebecca hrms. Great, he doesn't seem to be paying attention. Now is not the time for this! "Mark? Good, listen to me. Stay calm, but I'm here in the hospital with Nevaeh. She's been admitted for a while, and I think you need to come and see her." Rebecca grits her teeth, trying her best to be nice in this situation, and not order him to get his ass moving.
Mark jerks even harder this time, sending his head up and at the wall. The dull 'thump' is met with a hiss of pain. The boy brings a hand to the back of his head and squinch's his face up. "What?" He demands, taking in a shuddering breath. "Why? She's not... admitted for /what/?" Mark asks quickly, his eyebrows slanting down. If any mention of FOH is mentioned, one can be sure more than a few humans will die tonight.
No humans will die, not even FoH. Not tonight. Not without Rebecca by Mark's side, that's for sure. She still has her own score to settle. "I told you to stay calm. Now be calm," she demands on her own, keeping her tone low. Nev was supposed to be resting, after all. "Look, we're at Lennox Hill Hospital. I brought her here when she suddenly got ill. You should come and allow her to tell you what is going on for herself." Oh, boy, don't make her say please.
Mark tenderly presses his fingers against the back of his head. It was already swelling a bit, but Mark was going to just deal with the painful knot for tonight. He narrows his eyes, going to grab his jacket. "Calm. Right." He says curtly, darting his eyes around for the keys. "Does she even want to see me?" Mark wonders almost to himself, forgetting for the moment he's on the phone. "Lennox? Ah. I will take a cab. Tell her I will be zere as quickly as I can, yes?"
Oh. My. Gawd. He did not just say that? Yes, yes he did. "Mark, you're not being calm. I called you, she must want you here. Now get your -ass- over here, before I have to go drag it. I do not play nice." Someone has a bit of a temper. "I'll let her know, but I'm going to hang up now. You're on a timer. Please hurry." Then there's a click, and dead air.
Mark scoops up his keys from the side table and hops around, trying to keep the phone to his ear and trying to slip the jacket on. He frowns at the rather firm command from the other side of the line. "Fine. Yes. I'm on my way..." He starts, but the dull tone of disconnection is all that replies. A timer? Mark felt a stab of fear and rushed out of his apartment.
Sometimes being firm is something that is needed to prod people in the right direction. Rebecca makes her way back to Nev and sits on the corner of the bed once more. "He's on his way, hun," she tries to comfort, her voice immediately soft and sweet. "Shouldn't be too long. Is there anything I can get you?"
Nevaeh was about to say that Becca could get her back everything she just lost, but that'd be mean and the girl was trying to be there for her. She just couldn't do that to her. "How about a two by four with barbed wire wrapped around it that I can beat people with?" she asks, trying to force a joke despite the misery in her tone. A side glance is offered towards a pitcher of water as she sighs. "Actually, could you grab me a glass of water please?"
"Such a crude weapon. Would you not prefer sword or sai or even gun?" Becca's words are eerily calm and all too serious. That is, until she snaps out of her trance and back into the present. She stands and fetches the desired water. "Here you go," she says, carefully handing it over. "Anyone else I should call? At the mansion, perhaps?"
Nevaeh winces slightly at the mention of guns and shakes her head. "No.. no guns. And the only thing I know how to use is a bow and arrow." She gestures to her purse. "And a stunner obviously, though that was the first time I've ever had to use it." She accepts the cup and looks down into the water. "No. Nobody at the mansion cares. Only person I've really ever talked to is a girl named Tyanna and that was only once."
Rebecca lifts her shoulders into a shrug. "Bow and arrow, then? Top of the market, best money can buy?" She flashes a grin, trying to play her first words off as a joke. At the mention of Tyanna, she looks away. "Ty is a good leader, and caring friend. I should, perhaps, leave message with her. I'm sure as leader she'll be concerned."
Nevaeh smirks. "Well I already have one, but I should invest in a new one soon." Especially if she's going to start having to bust some heads. Which she intend on doing. Despite her attempt to make her tone sound somewhat jovial the black hair and eyes don't fade, though the flicker of flame has died. "Perhaps. I guess she'd want to know for knowing sake."
Rebecca keeps her head lowered as she once more picks up the phone. "Leave it to me. On both accounts, actually." She sighs as she slowly dials the number and gulps. Ring. Ring. How nerve wracking! What's this? Voicemail? Excellent. After leaving a brief message about the other girl's condition she hangs up, completely forgetting to mention anything else that is going on. "How far away does Mark live?"
Nevaeh shrinks against the bed and takes a long sip of the drink so that she atleast doesn't look like she's eavesdropping. "Not that far actually." She states with a shrug. "Depend on if he takes a cab or runs really." The cup is gripped as she once more stares into it. "He's really coming?"
Not that there is anything to be heard in the conversation. Oh, no, that will come later. "He would actually run here?" Becca asks, looking back at her new friend. "He must really love you." A mere nod is all the answer given to the last question. As if he wouldn't come.
Nevaeh shrugs her shoulders. "I don't know. I think he would if the situation called for it." Nevaeh states and brings the cup to her lips, giving her a few seconds to think. "I know he did love me. I don't know if he still will after this." Somehow in her head, part of this is all her fault. If she could only control her powers none of this would have happened.
And now Rebecca is back to Nev's side. "You stop that right now," she orders, her tone much nicer than it had been with Mark. A hand finds the girls cheek as Becca tries to gain her full attention. "He loves you. He will not be angry about this, not one bit. It's certainly not your fault in any way, and he'll see that." And if he doesn't, Becca will hurt him. Nuff said.
Nevaeh bites down on her bottom lip but doesn't pull away from the touch. Actually it's sort of comforting to feel like someone is there for her. "I don't know. He's been so angry lately. And the last time we talked we got into a fight and her stormed out on me." She closes her eyes and slumps again. "And it is. If I could control my coloration better.. if I hadn't gone after that kitten in the alley I wouldn't be here right now."
Rebecca sighs softly, and actually slips in her control of her powers. A gentle breeze blows through the room, as if to comfort. "Nevaeh, don't you dare blame yourself. Sure, it's easy to sit back at life and point out the things you could have differently. But you cannot, CANNOT, blame yourself for who you are." Looks like someone should follow her own advice. "Just take comfort in knowing that he cares. You'll see."
Mark makes his way as quickly as he can, shelling out the money in order to pay the cab. The boy prints into the hospital, demanding to see where a Ms. Nevaeh Griffon was being held. He angrily waited as the receptionist shuffled through the files, and the room number barely leaves her mouth before Mark is hurtling down the hall. He takes skids around the corner and nearly dives into the room. The boy can only stare for the moment, breathing heavily. Mark finally staggers to the bed, looking to Rebecca for the answer. "W-what... happened?"
Nevaeh's face seems to slowly shift at the breeze. It feels like she's flying, which she generally does when she needs to get out and think. So it's more comforting than Rebecca might realize. "But what if he doesn't? I don't think I could blame him if he never wanted to see me again." Nevaeh asks in a tiny voice before the sound of squealing shoes can be heard and Mark comes racing into the room. As he instantly asks Rebecca what happened, Nev sinks deeper against the bed, wishing she could disappear.
The hand on Nev's cheek slowly drops back to Becca's side as she continues to sit on the bed. "No worries, remember?" she asks Nev before even really considering Mark. Yes, she can be evil like that. Finally she stands and sighs, then makes her way towards the door. "I suppose that I should leave you two alone, yes? I can leave my number, if you'd like." No, she's not explaining things to Mark. Not her place.
Mark looks very alert, his eyes darting back and forth between the girls. His eyes narrow slightly in suspicion, and he hurries past Rebecca without so much as a word. Quickly the boy's eyes scan her and he glances up to the rather sheepish looking Neveah. "What is it?" He demands again, in a barking like voice. "What has happened zis time?" Mark flips a wave at Rebecca, though it lacked any sort of friendly feeling.
Nevaeh nods numbly at the 'no worries' from Rebecca and wishes she could believe it. "Thank you Becca. I'll keep you updated and tell you when the surgery is and all that." Mark's anger forces a wince from the girl as she reaches out, tentatively, to gently touch the back of his hand. "Mark please. Don't yell at her. You and I... we need to talk."
Oh he did not just yell. "Just because you're here, and not on the other end of the phone, doesn't mean you don't have to still be calm. Now keep your tone respectable, or else I'll lower it for you." Rebecca stands tall at the door, arms crossed about her chest. The look Mark gets is rather pointed, as in don't mess with her. She moves back into the room only to leave a business card of the photo studio, and then she turns once more. "Do so, and keep him in line. Take care, Nevaeh."
Mark takes in a deep breath, his eyes barely slits now. The boy flinches angrily at her belittling words. He straightens up and turns an eye on her. "Yes. Thank you for calling. Goodbye." He says curtly, before turning his back on her again. "Talk! About what? Just tell me what happened?" He's not yelling, though his voice has a dangerous edge to it.
Nevaeh takes a deep breath. All right, so new friend plus boyfriend is not a good combination. She'll have to keep that in mind from now on. Or atleast hope they'd get along better when not put in a situation like this. "Thanks again." she says before glancing up towards Mark, taking in his anger with black eyes. "Um.. so I was at the bar when one of the pains I've been having came back. Becca made me go to the hospital. They ran some tests and.." Oh God does she really have to say it out loud? "and um.." black tears begin to swell in her eyes as she looks away from him. "..um, when I got beat up that night it looks like.. like I was pregnant." Her lower lip trembles as she wraps her arms around herself. "But.. I'm not anymore." Suddenly her voice grows very, very tiny.
Mark keeps his gaze one her, not breaking it for a moment. Feeling that Rebecca left, Mark shifts his weight, itching off the opportunity to tell the girl off for commands him to calm down. He remains silent, his face not even moving a muscle as she breaks the 'news' to him. Mark parts his lips for a quick intake of air and turns to the window, not wanting her to see his newly crestfallen face. "I know zis." He finally mumbles, his eyes blankly staring out into the sky outside. Mark presses his hands on the window sill, falling silent.
Nevaeh falls silent and chooses instead to watch him. She really doesn't want the two of them fighting, but she has bigger things on her mind right now. When he doesn't show an ounce of emotion in regards to their lost baby, Nevaeh suddenly feels that spark of flame once more igniting in her eyes. How dare he not care! But whatever she was about to say is cut off by his statement. She looks confused, brows knitting as her fingers begin to dig into the sheet of the bed. "What do you mean?"
Mark brushes a hand through his hair, his gaze turning quite sad for a moment. Lines are beginning to form of his face, more than likely from the scowling he has been so much of late. He slumps down, pressing the majority of his weight on the left hand, still attached to the window sill. Mark sighs and finally turns, his face twitching as it fights the emotions that are winning over. "I mean I knew. Already knew. From zat very day." Mark admits, turning his attention on the rather boring bedside table. "Ze doctor zat Sabella brought... he knew. Sabella told me." After a pause he adds. "It was a girl." /Was/. Mark felt a jerk of anger in him.
Nevaeh continues to simply watch, red eyes starting to narrow slightly as he speaks. Atleast it looks like he's finally starting to care. "You knew?" she hisses, her tone as cold as ice and as harsh as a slap in the face. That long black hair suddenly flares red as shte ripping of sheets can be heard. "You /KNEW/?" How dare he not tell her! "And you didn't think you should tell -ME- that my baby was dead?" A girl? Her baby girl. Mark's not the only one who's feeling jerks of anger right now.
Mark tries not to be too uneasy about the newly made red hair. Of course, if anyone would ask, he knows what his least favorite color is. The boy waits patiently for her to grow in anger and ask the question that he knew she would ask all along. This doesn't mean, however, that he has a detailed answer for her. "I did not wish to upset you." Mark replies in a dull tone. "You were upset enough, yes?" He offers, finally looking into her eyes.
Nevaeh is currently pushing back the sheets on the bed so that she can be standing when she gives Mark a piece of her mind. She pauses when she hears his excuse and shakes her head. "That is /NOT/ an excuse Mark. How DARE YOU not tell me about this. It doesn't matter how upset I was. I had a right to know what happened to my own damn body." Nevaeh's trembling now, the rage simmering beneath the surface as she clings to the side of the bed. "All this time I've been going around trying to make the best out of a bad situation not knowing there's a child that deserved to be mourned. How could you do that to me?"
Mark doesn't budge as she attempts to stand. The boy raises his chin slightly, fully expecting a slap across the face. Of course, one doesn't come much to his luck. He yet again falls into a tense silence as she serves him that rather angry piece of her mind. There are parts Mark would /much/ rather have. The boy keeps his eyes on her, his lips twitching into a concerned frown. After a long pause his hands curl up at his side. "I did enough mourning for ze both of us, Nevaeh." Mark says in a voice barely above a whisper. "You should have known, yes. I had not ze heart to tell you." He lowers his chin and stares at her straight.
Nevaeh pushes herself to her feet finally and straightens against the pain. The pain is her punishment and she will damn well suck it up and deal. "No. You couldn't possibly have mourned enough for the both of us." She states darkly, her eyes a blazing black and red, dancing like fire in the night. "That was my child to and I should have been mourning with you." is hissed as her fingers ball up against her palm. "I should have known I got my own child killed so I could have done what was right from the beginning."
Mark finally wins the battle and allows a rather emotionless face to grace his features. "Sit down, Nevaeh." He commands softly, stepping forward. He simply ignores her statement and motions his hand down. "You should not be standing." Mark says in a firm tone. The boy closes his eyes and takes a calming breath. "And what good would it have done, Nevaeh?" Mark asks in a level voice. "I would not wish that pain on you. Ever." Suddenly a flare of anger flashes across his face. "You did nozing. It was zem. It was zose humans." He snaps, his upper lip curling into a snarl.
Nevaeh ignores the command, and this time it's her chin that's tilting upward. "No. I shouldn't be standing, but I'm not going to sit down for this either." She states defiantly as she matches his steps with her own, moving closer to him. "And what do you call what I'm going through now Mark? Is this not pain?" she snarls. "Not only am I finding out that I lost the baby I didn't even know about, I'm finding out that you didn't trust me enough to TELL me I lost it. I thought you loved me Mark?" She shakes her head, fury guiding her steps now. "Oh it was them. You're right. And I'll see to it that they pay for what they did. But I take my share in the blame."
Mark lowers his shoulders, his head rising though his eyes stay on the other. The boy's lower lids of his eyes squint up slightly, though he stands his ground as she comes towards him. "It is ze same zing I went through. Do not act as if I do not know it." Mark counters, the hair on the back of his neck tingling slightly. "I did trust you! I /do/. But I did not trust myself. Not enough to have to break zat news to you." His eyes roam the hospital. "I should have told you, yes. I am sorry." The boy returns his look to her. "I do. You know zat." He grunts in a tight voice. For a moment he thinks about stepping back as she steps forward, but he refrains from doing so. "Now you know. You know why ze must die... for ze life zey took from us."
Nevaeh glares as she steps close enough to him that he can feel her tremble with rage. "When you love and trust someone, you don't keep things like this from them. You keep secrets. But not like this." her voice is barely above a whisper and razor sharp. She's not sure she believes he loves her anymore. How could she after all of this? The way she's been treated and the secrets. "Oh I know Mark. I know that they have to pay for what they did. And I intend to make them. But I can't until after the surgery." She glares at him for a moment before turning her back to him and walking back towards the bed.
Mark gulps slightly, his Adam's apple quivering as the nervous mouthful of spit slides down. He frowns and glances away, his eyes squinting up in that depressed sort of way. "I am sorry." He repeats, his voice sounding dead. "But getting mad at me is not going to bring her back to life." It's sort of hard to treat your girlfriend like a princess when an evil genius is secretly turning you evil. Mark looks slightly startled. "Surgery? What surgery?" The boy starts, following her back to the bed. "By zese humans? You can't! What for?"
Nevaeh shrugs at his appology and shakes her head. "I know you are." She states softly, but doesn't truly believe it deep down. A part of her has died because of the deceit, but she can't think about that right now. "No. You're right. It's not." she says and floats up to lower herself back onto the bed, pulling the sheet up around her chest and tightening it around herself. "I still have tissue in my uterus Mark. It's what's been causing the pains. If I'd known sooner I could have just taken a medicine for it. But because I didn't know now I have to have surgery instead." She can't help the semi-accusatory look shot in his direction. "It's not something that can wait Mark. I need to have this done as soon as possible if I ever want to have a child in the future."
Mark looks slightly concerned for a moment, having a good feeling she was just brushing him off. "I wanted to. It almost slipped many times. Sabella said it would be best not to. We needed to save you from ze pain. Please..." He trails off into silence and stands near the foot of the bed, looking rather defeated. Most of what she says remains a mystery to him. Tissue? The boy wasn't familiar with the whole pregnancy thing. "Why not... we can see if Sabella can fix it, can't we? I do not trust zis! Not zese doctors..." Mark accuses, glaring around as if there was one in the room. "How will you explain? What if your insides are all different colors? Zey will let you die!" Mark pulls up at her comment. "You can... you don't need zis. Not from here."
Nevaeh's brows arch slightly as her eyes flare a little more red. "Well, I'm glad to see that you trust Sabella enough to let her make your decisions regarding what I should and should not know about my own damn body. Everyone should have a 'friend' like that." Nevaeh states as a black tear of frustration rolls down her cheek. "If I die.. it'll be the punishment I deserve for getting my baby killed." she states with a firm nod. She will blame herself for this until the day she dies. "She died because I was a mutant, maybe I should die for the same reason to make it up to her."
Mark stares down at the lumps of the blanket that are her feet. The back of his eyes start to itch, and he knows tears are soon to follow. "She saved you, and she got me off ze streets." He mummers sadly. "I owe her my life... and yours." The boy slowly bends down to his knees and rests a hand on the closest foot-lump. The bottom half of his vision grows blurry as a wall of tears build. "You wont. You can not leave me." He says in a jerky voice. "You are more important zan ze child." His fingers curl gently around the covered foot. "You would only hurt her father." Mark adds, feeling the tears pour over onto the blanket.
"And for that I will always be grateful. But don't let your appreciation get in the way of being who you are." Nevaeh pleads softly as she watches his eyes well like her own. "And I am no more important than that little girl." she whispers, looking to where he holds on to her feet and holding out her hands quietly. She'll attempt to pull him closer if he'll take them. His tears are breaking her heart despite her attempts to cage it in ice. "I do not want to hurt you Mark. But I have to do this now. I have to do this here." She looks at him with her heart in her eyes. "Please don't make me do it alone."
Mark glances up and notices the hands. With a moments pause the boy scoots up the length of the bed, letting his hand trail the curves of the blanket. He gently goes to grab her hand and place a small kiss on it. "I am not. I know, for once, who I am and what I need to do." Mark points out. He sighs and stares down at the sheets. "You do not hurt me. I can only feel love." Mark's left corner of his mouth tightens up and he shakes his head. "Not alone. I will be here. Will force myself into ze surgery room if you wish."
Nevaeh feels her heart pounding at the kiss on her hand. It stings her somewhere in the depths of her heart and heals it at the same time, leaving a sort of dull ache that she doesn't understand. "I am simply worried about you. So worried." she whispers and slumps against the bed chin resting against her chest as she sighs. "No. I don't want you distracting the doctors or anything. I just want to know there's someone who cares enough to be there."
Mark peeks over her hand with a particularly sad look. After all these weeks of feeling his heart shattering into peices with worry and hate, he's simply shocked to hear she could be worried about /him/. "Why?" Mark asks in a small voice. "I was not ze one who... who got hurt." Mark leans forward, slithering a hand across her torso as gently as he can. "I care. I will be zere. Please... just don't leave me."
Nevaeh finds her heart breaking just a little more at that look on his face. "But you did. Not physically maybe, but emotionally you were broken." she whispers, reaching down to gently lay her free hand on top of the one on her torso. "I want so badly to be able to fix it, but I don't know how and it's scary." she admits and squeezes his fingers as he asks her not to die. "I won't." She promises softly. "If only for the chance to maybe someday make up to you what we lost. And to help you find your way back to what you were."
Mark feels the slight pain of annoyance. He shakes his head slightly, his eyes following her hand. "I will fix it myself. You do not have to worry about me." The ex-actor insists, with a dignified sniff. "I am still ze same Mark. With more weight on his shoulders, yes?" Mark finally allows his eyes to float back up to her. "We will make it up. But this is me now, Nev. Take me for what I am." Spoof on Rent Lyrics, or coincidence? Mark doesn't hint either way.
Nevaeh is feeling that same flicker of annoyance but doesn't let it show. "I will continue to worry because I love you. And worrying is a woman in love's prerogative." So he can just suck it up and deal because that's not changing. As the RENT lyric makes it's way into his last statement she feels tears welling inside her eyes again. But this time they aren't as sad. It's the first Rent related thing he's said to her for a long time. Maybe there's hope for him yet! "As long as you promise to do the same." she nods and bites down on her bottom lip, gazing at him through wet lashes. "Would you.. could you maybe.. hold me until they come for me?" she asks softly not really expecting a yes, but asking anyway.
Mark nods his head slowly, though he feels as if it's pointless to worry about him. He's perfectly fine, isn't he? Mark pushes such thoughts from his mind and looks a little sheepish at the tears. "Yes, of course." He assures her and pauses. For a moment he looks confused, but sure enough he pushes himself onto the side of the bed and curls his arms around her. "Zey'll have to pull me off." Mark whispers gently and presses his lips to the top of her head. "You are going to be fine. Yes, fine."
Perhaps he thinks it's pointless, but to Nevaeh, right now, it's one of the most important things in the world. As he pauses and looks confused she begins to worry that maybe she asked to much. But as soon as his arms wrap around her he can hear the breath of relief as she sinks against him, curling herself in his arms. "Thank you.." she whispers softly and closes her eyes as the red of her hair begins to slowly shift into a softer shade of blue. "I love you."
Mark closes his eyes. He feels the hot run of tears leaking down his cheeks and into her hair. The boy takes in a deep breath, snuffling in the familiar smell of his lover. For this moment, he is not wrapped up in the hate of humans, or the fury of angst that has overwhelmed him. For now he is content, though the chances are such feelings will not last once they break their embrace. "Je t'aime, my cheri." He says in a gently voice.