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Post by dr. ludvig von bakken on Mar 13, 2011 21:39:38 GMT -5
Everything seemed to be a blur to him. Somehow he had managed to make it back to the nurses station on the fourth floor. He wasn't even sure if it was a case that someone had carried him or of he had walked up with support. He doubted that the latter was true, he hadn't been able to so much as make his leg twitch since the blade at cut him deep.
It was odd, being lowered into one of the empty beds of his hospital. This wasn't a case of him being too exhausted to continue working for the day. This was worse. He was the patient, this time. Ludvig knew that there would be reprecussions to come from this. Would his muscles in his leg work again? And more importantly, would Vivian still love him now that he was so broken? He saw no reason why she wouldn't, but he couldn't know for certain.
It wasn't until his fever started to break that he realized he had even been feverish. He felt the pools of sweet that he hadn't realized where there before. The room also stopped spinning. Just how bad had he been?
"Is anyone there?" he asked, tenatively. He'd been out of it so long, he wasn't even sure if anyone was in the room with him.
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Post by vivian jane thornfield on Mar 14, 2011 13:54:44 GMT -5
Vivian was starteled by Ludvig's voice. She had been praying since he had fallen asleep. She wasn't sure how long ago that was but sun had definetly gone down. Vivian let her rosary down at the bench she had been sitting and mumbeling. She smoothed her apron which covered the stained velvet dress. Her hair was braided, she had done them after they had gotten Ludvig to bed.
Vivian got up and felt a sting of dizziness. She brushed the feeling of, it was propably because of tiredness. Her heels clicked and echoed as she made her way to the bed ward. Her heart was pounding. She desperatly hoped that his fever had gone down.
"You are awake." She said as she reached the bed. Her voice was filled with tenderness and worry. Gebtly she layed her hand on to Ludvig's forehead. "The fever has gone down a bit."
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Post by dr. ludvig von bakken on Mar 14, 2011 22:29:12 GMT -5
At the start of Vivian's voice, he tried to sit up. He found that he was too weak to move. He would just have to settle with lookin up into her eyes from where he lay. He saw the marks of stress on worry on her face. He hadn't wanted this. She did not need any of this extra burden.
"It is a great relief to see you. In my dreams, terrible things befell you. Please, tell me that I'm look at you and not some other feverish nightmare. It feels like it has been ages since we last spoke," he said.
How long had he been out? Had it been days, weeks, even months? Given how weak he was feeling, he couldn't see it having been too much time, but he also wasn't sure what happened after he had fallen. Also, his head was filled with cotton.
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Post by vivian jane thornfield on Mar 15, 2011 9:13:49 GMT -5
"I am not a dream" Vivian said , "If I were I wouldn't be this tired." she lifted her hand from his forehead. "You have been sleeping for some hours now. The sun has gone down." There was a shy tint of tiredness in her voice but she covered most of it very well.
She wished she could tell how long they had been here but she had all day been too worried to check the time. The station had been quiet for a long time, and the only voices present were her mumbeling and his tossing and turning. t had been rather ghostlike for a while as the shadows deepened and the silence became more and thick.
But the silence had been broken when Ludvig had woken up. Vivian was very much relieved. For one dark moment she had feared to have lost him. She could not help the sob rising from her troath. "For a moment I feared you would not survive."
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Post by dr. ludvig von bakken on Mar 15, 2011 21:48:22 GMT -5
He nodded his head somberly. The wound had been cut with a unbelievable care. He had also thought the wound was fatal. When it was revealed that the wound had not severed the artery, he felt his major worry go, but by then he was already too weak to think much of it.
He shifted his left leg in the bed and was relieved to see that it moved with the action. His right leg, however, was filled with pain. He could shift his foot and wiggle his toes, but the knee would not move at all. He let it go for now.
"And how are you doing, Vivian? After everything that has happened, I can only imagine what is going through your pretty little mind right now." He tried to sound amused in his voice, but the concern for her and for his own situation weighed it down too much.
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Post by vivian jane thornfield on Mar 16, 2011 13:37:20 GMT -5
"I am shocked more than anything else." Vivian had never thougth that someone could do such a thing to another human being. The whole situation made her feel like a cold storm wind was constantly blowing through her. She shivered a bit. "And fearful."
She had never been this scared in her life. The thougth of loosing Ludvig was eating away her heart, like a great, dark monster. Every memory of the day had been turned in to chaotic scream filled wortex, reeking of blood and fear.
Her eyes looked abnormaly large and glass like. as she was going through her thougths. She was looking at nothing particular just staring in to distance. There was a question that kept coming up in her mind. "Why did this happen?" It was like someone else had spoken with her voice. However it did bring up more questions that made her even more scared. Overwhelmed by thi she sat down on the floor, next to the bed, a thing she hadn't done in years.
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Post by dr. ludvig von bakken on Mar 16, 2011 22:33:45 GMT -5
It was a question he hadn't had a chance to ask himself yet. Why had this happen?
"My first guess vas that this might have been the vork of Lord Thorton. Gauging by his reaction to my question, that isn't the case. Honestly, my dear, I don't know for certain. I could only take guesses."
He looked beyond Vivian at the window of the room and the late sky behind that. It was as if he looked across half the world to a place he had not thought about or been to in a very, very long time.
"This is nothing more than a guess, but it is the only thing I can give you. There vas an incident a few years ago. When I vas an apprentice of Dr. Moreno in Bolivia. Ve had to deal with the most extreme circumstances. There was a rebellion and though we treated any who came to us for aid, there were some who felt that they were of a higher priority.
"There vas a man. He killed Dr. Moreno and one of my patients to motivate me to save his vife. Ve would have saved her in due course. When it vas clear that he vas going to kill me, I had no choice but to kill him in self defense."
His face grew dark as he touched upon the memory. "When she learned that I had killed him, I heard that she threatened to get revenge. I thought she vas still in prison, in Bolivia. Yet, if it is not her, I know now who vould be behind this."
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Post by vivian jane thornfield on Mar 17, 2011 17:45:32 GMT -5
Vivian listened to his story in silence. The fate of the injured woman made her feel pitty and the realization that she had decided to use the remiainder of her life to get revenge saddened her like a heavy cloak. "I can not thelp but pitty her. Judging by your story she has made her life about revenge.. If indeed it was her who planned this."
And yet it angered her. Ludvig had saved the woman. He had given her life and this was the way she'd chosen to spend it. Vivan let her head fell against her knees and shut her eyes tigthly to force the anger out of her system but her try was without succes, "I fear that I hate her." Her voice was shattering. Vivian couln't help it. That woman (if it indeed was her) had hurt Ludvig.
After a moment Vivian raised her head. For moment her eyes were burning with anger but as she regained control of her feelings they dimmed to their usual tender gleam. However she looked rather determined. "It's an hour too dark to speak of these things. I feel that if we continue to do so you wont sleep all nigth and that would not be good at all." She smiled to him. "I think that we migth change the jubect for now and revisit this one when there is more ligth and maybe some calming tea."
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Post by dr. ludvig von bakken on Mar 27, 2011 20:21:37 GMT -5
He smiled.
"You are correct. This is not a subject for discussion at this time. I vould very much like to talk about something else. Anything else at this time vould do. Perhaps now vould be a good time to discuss the writings of Edgar Allen Poe. I must say, he seems quite preoccupied with the concept of people being buried alive and sealed away for the rest of their days. I haven't finished reading them all, but I'm enjoying what I have read so far."
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Post by vivian jane thornfield on Mar 29, 2011 5:54:12 GMT -5
Vivian smiled. "Yes I have noticed that tendency too. Also he seems to have a thing for withering maidens." She was still sitting in the floor, her hair fragrant with her usual perfume of vanilla and roses. "I liked the poem, Raven. It has a sense of destiny." Vivian closed her eyes and let hr memory of the poem flow through her. "I wonder, if everyone can go as mad the poems protagonist when faced with such loss..."
After a moment of silence sh continued. "As far as Poe's satires go my favorit is The system of doctor Tarr and professor Fether. I find it some how very amusing." Vivian chuckled a bit remebering the contence of the story. A visitor to a menta institution not knowing that the patients have taken over the house with the help of the acknowledged doctor whom was supposed to help them. Together the doctor and his patients have imprisoned the guards and 'helped' them with the method of doctor Tarr and professor Fether."I must say that I laughed while reading that particular piece."
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