[Remy] Remy lay on his side, facing the wall, staring blankly at it as he tried to vainly hold onto the small shred of a sheild that he'd managed to hoist up. It didn't do much...but damned if he was letting it go.
[Remy] His body shook with very fine tremors as he willed it to stay. It was like holding up a heavy burden for far too long. It was his fault he was in this mess anyway, even if he couldn't predict what would have happened.
[Remy] The first time he'd done it - it had been alone, with no one around him - and he'd passed out pretty much right away. This? This was somethig new. Dieu but he hated losing control like that. And this? This wasn't anything but a curse. He wanted it gone.
[Remy] He hissed in frustration as he tried to strengthen it, only to have it nearly collapse again. He went back to holding the thin wall up that he could manage up. He didn't want to risk losing all of it again.
[Elizabeth] Lizzie walked towards Remy's room, her arms wrapped around herself. She almost....Damn Remy and his stupid crazy sense of pride and wanting to hide everything away....But, forget that for now, he needed help, she reminded herself and knocked softly on the door and pushed it open hesitantly. "Remy?"
[Elizabeth] Scanning the room she immediately spotted him, curled up on the bed, shaking. Shit....Pulling her sheilds up, she went and knelt down to face him and put a hand over his. "Remy?"
[Remy] He twitched as it finally registered that someone was in the room with him. Someone he couldn't feel, merci Dieu. He slowly came out of the deep, almost trancelike state he had been in. "Lizzie?"
[Remy] He grunted in alarm as he felt his control slip, catching at the wisps of shield again. It was like a juggling act. Drop one ball and they all came crashing down.
[Elizabeth] "Ssh. I heard about what happened..." she said softly, brushing his damp fringe off his forehead, out of his eyes. Cautiously, she reached out and settled a section of er own sheilding over his. "You've been so, so stupid, y'know, but it's not too late.."
[Elizabeth] She spoke in a tone that did not show her hidden frustration and anger. God, why couldnt he just ask for help? Why? Sighing, she secured the sheilding, remembering what she was like a year ago. Basically, it was sort of similar...
[Remy] He let out a breathy sigh of relief, sagging against the mattress. Whatever she had done - worked. He was alone in his mind again. "Merci."
[Remy] Normally he didn't tolerate anyone messing with his mind...but in this case, he would have let her drive a mac truck through his mind to turn that off. He closed his eyes, taking deep breaths as his muscles cramped slightly from being held so tense for so long.
[Elizabeth] "I'm covering you with my own sheilds. Right now, you're in no fit state to sheild yourself. Drink and drugs are very bad for sheilds, you know. You're not in control of your own mind, so fragments get lost...You get overwhelmed and you think everythings pouring in. It's the same, perscription..."
[Elizabeth] "....Or rec. Y'know?"
[Elizabeth] Lizzie shifted so she could get a better look at her and felt her stomach sink slightly. "Lets get you cleaned up..."
[Remy] He pushed up to a sitting position on the bed, swallowing heavily. "Oui...suppose dat Remy stinks, neh?" He tried to smile and ended up clenching his jaw again against the nausea.
[Remy] "Merci Lizzie. Sorry t' do dis t' y'."
[Elizabeth] "None of that, not to me," she narrowed her eyes and straightened up, holding out her hands for him to grip on to so he could stand. "You don't....exactly stink, but you'll feel better for a wash. Now. You can either walk into your bathroom or I can bring some water into here. Your choice."
[Remy] "Y' offerin' Remy a sponge bath?" He smiled a bit more successfully this time. "Shower sounds good." He leaned on her a little harder than he'd like to admit, stripping down to his boxers by leaning on the edge of the sink as she set it up for him.
[Remy] "Can handle it from here if y' have other stuff y'd like t' do Lizzie."
[Elizabeth] "Oh, you are not getting rid of me that easily. I just wanted to give you back a little dignity. Now, think you can manage to shut the shower door?" she shook the droplets of water off her hand as she stood away from switching it on and fixed him with a look.
[Remy] "Oui." He hooked a thumb in his waistband and looked at her questioningly. "Y' waitin' for d' full monty petite?"
[Elizabeth] "I'm waiting to make sure yuo dont pass out," she shook her head and turned her back to him. "I won't be long - and remember, dont try anything stupid as we're currently connected and I'll know as soon as you try anything, alright?" she glanced over her shoulder for a moment, then walked towards the door.
[Remy] He climbed in and stood under the warm spray, hands on the wall of the shower, propping him up as he let the water rush over his face. Lizzie was right - it made him feel a bit more human.
[Remy] The heroin was still strong in his system though fading now. He felt almost at peace with his sheilds back in place...or Lizzies. He didn't really care at the moment. He was just sleepy and grateful.
[Elizabeth] Pushing a hand through her hair, she surveyed the try then picked it up, making her way back to the boys dorm, her stomach twisted with knots of worry and also anger that rose and fell. Jesus, why the fuck did he...Gritting her teeth, she nudged the door open with a foot.
[Elizabeth] Right now, she had to try sympathy, anger could come later, but right now...Making sure the sheilds were in place she set the tray down, looking to the bathroom door.
[Remy] He turned the water off and stepped out, looping a towel around his waist, kicking his clothes into a heap in the corner.
[Remy] He'd deal with them later. He half heartedly rubbed a towel through his hair, and came back into the room, blinking at Lizzie. "Oh. Hey petite. Warren ain't gonna scalp Remy for prancin' around in a towel infront of y' is he?"
[Remy] He sat back down on the edge of his bed, more tired than he cared to admit.
[Elizabeth] "No, he doesn't keep me on a little diamante lead," she pushed the tray menaingfully towards him and motioned to the large bottle of water. "Eat up. Or at least drink."
[Remy] He made a face, taking the water bottle. Cracking the lid off, he took a swallow. "Guess dat Remy really made an ass of himself today, neh?"
[Elizabeth] "That's one way of putting it..." she shrugged, shaking her head. "Just....why didnt you tell anyone? I mean, I always suspected something wasn't...You did an excellent job of hiding yourself, but just sometimes..."
[Remy] He looked down at his lap, shrugging. "Don't like it. Never have. Didn't want people t' think dat..." He cut off realizing who he was talking to. "It jus' wasn't somethin' dat Remy wanted, so thought it'd be better t' ignore...mostly."
[Elizabeth] "Hm, yes. Like you really think I wanted my telepathy, eh?" Lizzie responded acrchly, raising an eyebrow, then went to sit by him. "It's horrible when your head is the living room of everyone in the world, isn't it?"
[Elizabeth] "Ignoring it does more harm than good. Look at what'shappened - you can't sheild enough on your own to stand up straight. Just for once, let someone in..."
[Remy] "Can sheild jus' fine Lizzie. Don't really have problems with it. Today was jus' different." He laid one hand over hers giving it a small squeeze. "Its got t' be tough for y' too...mais - dunno how t' explain it."
[Remy] "Can't tell where Remy cuts off an' d' rest of d' world starts when its like dat. Don't get how Meggan does it. Don't get why she likes it. Mon Dieu...Remy like his head t' be his own. His feelin's t' be his own."
[Elizabeth] "Well, personally neither do I, not when I remember what I was like this time last year. It might work out for her.....or it will backfire on her." Lizzie returned the squeeze, then shufted over to give him a hug. Looking down at his arm, she noticed a puncture wound...so much for hearsay.
[Elizabeth] "Remy...What exactly did you take...?" she asked, drawing away slightly, but kept a hand on his arm.
[Remy] He noticed her gaze and cursed lightly, covering the mark with his hand, chafing at his skin. No way around this one. "Smack. Jus' wanted t' forget for a while...feel normal again. Didn't know it'd do dat t' d' shields."
[Elizabeth] Fuck.
[Elizabeth] "Was...was it clean?" shit, she couldnt change he'd taken it but she could just hope it wouldn't be that bad...fuck. "And...like I said, drink and drugs are killer on sheilds..."
[Remy] "Used a new needle an' syringe. Ain't an idiot, petite." Ok...well maybe that wasn't the best arguement in the book. "An', oui, suppose it is at dat, neh?" He tried to sound more 'normal' and joking. "Guess Remy got his due today...'dis is y're shield on drugs'."
[Elizabeth] "Not an idiot?" she scoffed. "Pardon me for disagreeing. You cannot do this to yourself." Lizzie spoke slowly and clearly as if speaking to a child. "And I think you'll find thats my shield."
[Elizabeth] "Just...You can't keep holing shit up, Remy, for gods sake! It'll finish you off if you keep it up, you can't do it! Do you think it did me any good? Do you think it did Warren any good?"
[Elizabeth] "No more hiding, understand? No more! Jesus, don't you trust me, after everything? You can confide in me, ask me to help - it wont kill me you know! And it wont kill you either - but this shit will if you dont stop!"
[Elizabeth] Taking a breath she unclenched, embarassed and slightly annoyed with herself to find tears pricking the corners of her eyes and brushed them away quickly.
[Remy] He wrapped his arms around her, resting his cheek on top of her head. "Never meant t' make y' feel bad. Je suis desole. It's jus'...Remy's always dealt with his shit on his own y' know? Ain't used t' whinin' t' other people. Don't feel right...dey don't need t' worry about all dis."
[Remy] "Y' got problems of y're own...don't want t' add t' dem." He cleared his throat, trying to stay calm. Breathe in breathe out...
[Remy] "Its jus'...its a bump in d' road is all...dunno what any of y' could do for it anyways. Dunno what Remy'd ask y' for..."
[Remy] "Merci for d' shield...dunno how much longer could have held what was dere. Y're a lifesaver Lizzie."
[Elizabeth] Giving an irritated huff she wrapped her hands around him, ignoring for his sake that he was naked but for his towel and stroked his damp hair. "Now stop that. I'm not quite sure what these problems are, but I'm fine. I wont be if I'm worried sick about you. And you need to talk..."
[Elizabeth] "And you need proper sheilding lessons too. I can supply a friendly, non judging ear, and quality sheilding lessons, because trust me, Xavier is great, but I had to look up every second word of what he said."
[Elizabeth] "For now...you need to rest, alright?" she shifted slightly and patted his back. She added silently she'd stay around to make sure he didnt take anything else or go into some kind of delayed shock.
[Remy] He nodded, too tired to argue that point. Laying back down he tugged the blanket up over him to around his waist and shut his eyes. He felt her curl up behind him, one arm circling around his chest, snuggling against him tightly.
[Remy] He let out a shaky breath, keeping his eyes tightly shut, trying to keep a hold of himself.
[Remy] He was just so tired. He didn't know if it was the drug still running in his system, or simple exaustion, but he couldn't do it anymore. A tear managed to squeeze past, tracking down his cheek to soak the pillow beneath him.
[Remy] "J'allais elle demander de m'épouser." he whispered, half hoping she wouldn't hear it, knowing that if she did, she probabally wouldn't understand it anyway.
[Elizabeth] Tightening her embrace, she stroked his arm gently with one of her hand, the other tucked under his head. "C'mon...It's okay, this is me, you can trust me. Just let it out, Remy..."
[Remy] He couldn't tell her how he was feeling...but yet he could. If she didn't understand him...that didn't matter so much, did it? "Pourquoi partent-ils de moi? Pourquoi je suis ne pas bon assez?" Another tear followed the last, and then another.
[Elizabeth] Sighing, Lizzie shook her head. "I can't understand you," she said softly, tucking his head under her chin, brushing her long hair out of the way of his face.
[Elizabeth] "But...just carry on. I won't tell anyone about what you say, just....You will need more help than I can give if you continue to abuse yourself...Don't ruin your life because you think you're not good enough. That's not true."
[Remy] "Merci Lizzie. Y're a good friend. Mais...so tired right now. Can't stay awake." He pressed back into her harder. "Stay for a bit?" he hated how weak he sounded...but her small weight pressed to his back combined with the warm protective sheild she'd laid on him - he didn't want that to go away.
[Elizabeth] "Of course, you just rest for now..." Lizzie answered quietly, trying her best to curl around his taller, larger form in a way she hoped gave him a feeling of comfort and protection.
[Elizabeth] "You just sleep, and we'll sort out your sheilds when you feel better, talk a little, alright? I'm not going anywhere, promise."
[Remy] He let out a long breath, sagging into the matress, letting the remnants of the narcotic and his exaustion drag him into slumber, knowing that she'd keep him safe.
[Elizabeth] Noticing the change in tension in his body, Lizzie glanced down to see that he was asleep. Biting her lip, she allowed herself to relax a little, closing her own eyes. He was so messed up...She just hoped she could do something.
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J'allais elle demander de m'épouser = I was going to ask her to marry me.
Pourquoi partent-ils de moi? Pourquoi je suis ne pas bon assez? = Why do people leave me. Why am I not good enough?
There. Pitiful french 101.
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Pourquoi partent-ils de moi? Pourquoi je suis ne pas bon assez? = Why do people leave me. Why am I not good enough?
There. Pitiful french 101.
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Awwww poor Remy!!!!! *huggles tight* As if Meggie didn't have enough on her plate She gonna want to look after Remy as best she can now though.
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