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You're Gonna Need Another Car [Thalia, Cullen] Aug 27, 2013 0:40:12 GMT

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Post by Thalia Deacon on Aug 27, 2013 0:40:12 GMT

    Thalia was rushing. Maybe it was stupid that she had taken off early to go meet her husband for lunch, hell she'd even talked the man out of the house - no that it had taken her very long. Her bright green gaze fell to the phone for just a moment as she sat at the red light and she smiled the corners of her eyes crinkling slightly before she ducked her head to eye herself up in the mirror so she could flick at a curl that had since escaped the bun at the back of her head. Strange that for a week and a half she'd all but been glued to her husband but here she was still excited that she got to see him. In fact she'd just gotten off the phone with him moments before. At the honk behind her she gave a rushed little snort, flicked her radio back on to where the iPod was rolling away with some cover of Radioactive then pulled into traffic and proceeded down the street. Perhaps if between that light and the next light she'd just had slowed down, had she not been so eager what happened next wouldn't have. Though really who could predict drunk drivers in the middle of the day.

    Of course the last thing she really saw or heard was someone waving with both arms at one corner and honks before her entire world was jarred violently to the left and anything else she might have remembered was lost. By the time she came to she was staring through a haze of bleary red out one eye from where she realized she was upside down watching legs run across the.. sky? Where was she? What had happened? Why was she sweating.. Only she knew the answer because she wasn't sweating she was bleeding though she didn't know from where. Panic started to rise through the confusion and despite the fact she'd just been a brutal wreck, she was looking for the twins. After all their seats were both in the back though one was half crushed under what had once been the side of the car and the curtain airbags. "Where's my babies?!" she screamed, her voice not nearly as loud as it could have been.

    Had the twins been with her? She didn't know. She couldn't remember. She couldn't remember their names. And how did she know they were twins? How did she know they were hers? Why was she upside down to begin with? What had happened? Was that her shoe and purse? "Help!" she screamed again, reaching out for the door to try and free herself though she found her left arm unwilling to move, hell even it looked as if it were in a funny angle. Or maybe it was the stars that had suddenly started filling the cabin, or maybe the fact all she could hear was muted ringing.. was she deaf? Once more another scream died on her lips as the black ocean slid in and sucked her under drowning her.

    Cullen? Oh he'd be clueless though he'd certainly have to move aside for the ambulance, firetruck, and cop car that came from him and the other that came off from the left. All of the above plus the rubber neckers on a barely two lane each road with a center turning lane were slowing down the traffic to a dead stop. Hell he'd be a good fifteen minutes in traffic before he had moved a block, if that and even gotten a call from anyone though if and when he did pick up it was muffled and a man who sounded worried. "Er, Mr. Deacon, er sir? I, you don't know me but your daughter.. or.. maybe she's your wife. I'm not sure, she was in a wreck, sir. She was screaming for you and I found her purse and her contacts. They told her not to worry, but I know I'd want my husband to know." And there in the back was a screaming though it cut off again and there was a rubbing of a hand on the phone before the voice came back. "I told them I was on the phone with her husband, they said they're taking her to Deaconess unless there's a preference."

    Meanwhile as Cullen had been sitting in traffic his petite little bride had been blacked out upside down inside the ruin of her car only to come to when she came too again at the sound of someone trying to pull open the car door. Nausea rolled through her and muffled any screams she may have had though she shuddered when she saw someone attempt to wedge their arm through the other door and felt a hand curl in her own. What she saw was a very attractive dark haired mail who she might have seen before. But she was too damn confused. One hand lifted gloved to touch under her jaw and he smiled. "It's going to be okay, ma'am. I don't think you had your babies with you. There's no diaper bag, there are no babies outside the car, and the seats don't look like anyone has been in them in a while. You're going to be fine, I promise. We're going to get you out of here, okay? Can you feel your legs." Lucky for him she'd always been good at reading lips, or at least partially so and had been working on it more because she could barely hear him and when she responded she was yelling which made her choke again on blood which seemed to be coming from.. she had no idea.

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You're Gonna Need Another Car [Thalia, Cullen] Aug 27, 2013 21:38:10 GMT

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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2013 21:38:10 GMT

    You would have thought Cullen Deacon retired with how little time he spent at the office now, but the truth was that he'd gotten used to being home with the twins and often ached and worried for them when he was gone. He trusted Thalia's Grandmother, and his own Father still, but he always felt more at ease when it was him looking over them rather than anyone else other than his wife. It also had something to do with the fact that the people who had raised him, his Aunt and his Uncle, were rarely around when he was growing up, so to be there for Isaiah and Lailah was quite important to him. He could always work from home, and truth be told he often got a lot more done seeing as he didn't have a million and a half questions to answer to waiting for him on his desk.

    He'd gotten the call from Thalia earlier in the day to meet for lunch when he realized that he'd completely skipped breakfast. It wasn't often, but coming back from a vacation left him with enough to do that he'd gotten distracted. The twins had been fed, of course, but he'd neglected to get anything for himself. He agreed and after talking to Thalia's Grandmother, he had the afternoon free. He'd sent Thalia a quick text that he was leaving and that he loved her, followed by their 'slogan', if you wanted to call it that. 'Que ma propre vie. More then my own life.' He'd decided to take the more expensive of his vehicles that afternoon, only because he didn't have to worry about stuffing carseats into a car that didn't even have a backseat. The gifted Bugatti certainly warranted him looks as he zipped through town, though he simply smirked from behind the darkly tinted windows, only to come up short when he hit a wall of traffic. He groaned and leaned his head back against the leather head rest. "Bugatti's weren't made for sitting in fucking traffic." He muttered, revving the engine for fun, which seemed to amaze the two men in the car beside him, eyeing the beast as if they'd just seen a briefcase full of money. It was awe, and it amused Cullen for the time being. He parked, only pulling it out of park to roll a few inches forward, so he could check his emails on his work phone and send Thalia a second text that he'd be late. Nearly 20 minutes had passed before he began to get fed up and nearly resorted to the radio for some entertainment, only to have his phone go off, carrying through the speakers of the vehicle.

    "Deacon." He answered, not bothering to look at the number for it was stashed in it's own compartment. The sound of the unfamiliar voice irritated him, thinking it was a telemarketer for a split second until the words began to make sense in his mind. He felt his body go cold, his face pale, and the adrenaline began to course through his body as the panic quickly set in. He sat up and gripped the steering wheel, if only for something to hold on to, for in that moment he felt like his world was crumbling in on itself. "Is she okay? Is she alive? Breathing?" He asked urgently, quickly turning the wheel as he darted between two cars before they had the chance to roll forward, and in turn got an earful of someones horn. He pulled onto the median, and despite the angry yells and blaring horns from pissed off traffic goers, he sped through, only to go to turn when he caught glimpse of the accident, nearly blocked by the firetruck that cut off the two lanes of traffic. Barely one car at a time was getting through, and as one was directed around the scene, Cullen caught glimpse of the familiar brown Jetta, flipped upside down. If he hadn't been pale before, he was a ghost now. He barely had time to put the car in park before he nearly fell out in his rush to get the door open. It dinged with the keys still in the ignition, the call still connected, but Cullen paid no mind as he stumbled towards the accident scene, nearly getting himself hit by a car trying to squeeze through. He glanced around the ambulance to be sure.

    "Thalia?" He asked, and when he was confident it was her car, seeing the deathly hallows decal on the bit of the back window that hadn't been crushed, he ran. "Thalia!?" He called out, louder and in a panic. He ran around the ambulance before being stopped short by a police officer, his arm to his chest, asking him to stand back. Cullen paid the man no mind, shoving away his arm as he ran towards the car. "Thalia!?" He yelled again, and nearly slid over the beads of shattered glass that littered the pavement. He crouched and tried to see her, tried to get to her through the paramedics who were doing their best to cut her free of the car. Cullen wasn't doing any good by attempting to push them out of the way, and the police officer that had stopped him before realized this, and pulled him back, not angrily, but understandably in order to let them do their jobs. "That's my fucking wife!" He yelled at the man, sweat beading on his brow, tears brimming in his eyes and his heart pounding so hard against his rib cage he could have sworn you could see it. The officer tried to explain the situation, tried to get him to calm down, but Cullen wouldn't take his eyes from the car as they managed to help her out and onto a stretcher. She looked much worse then she probably was, and when Cullen caught sight of her, he looked horrified, and he was. Terrified for her life, he tried to rush forward to join her in the ambulance, but was told they needed all the space they could and that he could follow.

    Frankly, Cullen was in no shape to drive, and the police officer who offered him a ride knew that, but it seemed that Cullen wasn't going to move an inch. The sirens blared, almost deafening him as the ambulance cleared way towards the hospital, leaving the scene behind. "Mr. Deacon?" asked the officer, and without a response, Cullen was quickly making his way towards the car in order to crouch and grab her things from it, in turn cutting up his hands on the broken glass there. He took her shoe, her purse and the keys that dangled upside down from the ignition, having had to rip them off from the bent loop there, just so that he could get the giraffe he'd given to her as a gift when he'd bought her the car. He was ushered back to the police car and escorted to the hospital right after the ambulance had departed, the other officers being left behind in a car of their own to access the scene.

    Luckily Greg had been at the hospital when Thalia arrived in the ER, and he not only attended to her himself, but got Cullen's car in order and contacted the family, seeing as Cullen was useless in his state. His state lasted much loser then just the hours that passed, however. It lasted days. Monday had passed and Cullen refused to get a wink, staying close by his wife's side and not haven eaten a thing. Tuesday came and went with much of the same, and by Wednesday, he was looking much worse for wear then even Thalia did. At least Thalia looked somewhat comfortable, bandaged and bruised or not. Cullen, was his three day scruff, tired, red and sore eyes, and all around exhausted demeanor, sat in one of the chairs in her room, with his head perched on the side of the bed, his fingers gently stroking the back of her own as she rested, a side effect from the painkillers she was on.

Last Edit: Aug 27, 2013 21:49:29 GMT by Thalia Deacon

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You're Gonna Need Another Car [Thalia, Cullen] Aug 28, 2013 8:15:11 GMT

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Post by Thalia Deacon on Aug 28, 2013 8:15:11 GMT

"Thalia!?" It was the only real sound that broke through the thick fog that kept sucking her under, and she fought against the heaviness as it pulled on her making her ears and head swim. Why did she recognize that voice? Why did it help calm the panic and the fact she continued to ineffectually attempt to claw free the belt holding her in her seat.

    "I.. I think I am going to be s-sick." She murmured through her tears. She'd already answered what questions she could. She thought she could feel her legs, but her left arm was killing her. She couldn't remember her name or the year but 'Thalia Deacon' might have sounded right. Who was the president? Some man that.. she well she hadn't been sure about this notion either. Not once had her pregnancy even leapt into her mind, and perhaps it was more because she'd only gotten one positive test a few days before and had little to do with the fact she didn't want it. She wanted it!

  "Is your husband tall and dark, kind of skinny?" The man said as he pushed crimson dripping hair off her cheek and slid further in order to delicately wrap the column of her neck in a brace. He was pulled back out a long moment later only to come back in with a mask which he was slipping over her face and turning on.

    "I.. I think he is. I don't.. I don't remember. W-what's wr-wrong with me..?" Husband? She was married? Well she had to be or that oddly jutting arm hanging next to her head wouldn't have two rings on it. It made sense didn't it? The rings, the carseats. She knew or thought she knew she wasn't a whore enough to not have kids without being married.  The man frowned and called out a few things to the people beyond before giving another small smile to her. "It's very common in accidents, memory issues. You've likely sustained a serious knock to your head Mrs. Deacon. It doesn't help you're hangin' upside down, sugar. We almost have you out, promise."

    The cop and available EMT had answered as much as they could though someone had piled her things outside the car, or at least the dark haired Paramedic who'd crawled into the car to help her had piled things just outside it with her wallet set atop the brightly coloured Coach diaper bag-purse, her shattered phone, her bloody shoe and jacket, her keys. "I.. I don't.. I want him. D.. please let him come." She was growing panicked again but it was because she was scared they wouldn't let him come. "Please." Tears seeped from her eyes again and down her bloody forehead. "Ple.." Only the word died on her lips as the pounding throb of blood in her head swollowed her once more seconds before the car door wrenched open and hands reached in for her.

    Another hand slipped past and while two men struggled to hold her, another snaked past to cut the belt so she could be turned out and onto the backboard set atop the gurney. It was the first real view of his wife he would have gotten. The pale cream silk top she wore was soaked at the neck with blood and her left arm hung at an impossible angle though one of the men was already wrapping her arm in a splint while a broad shouldered blonde woman cut her pant leg and splinted her leg. Straps were worked over her slim body pinning her down even as the dark haired male who had spent every second with her since he had arrived next to her and it was he who settled the pads on either side of her head so he could strap and tape her head in place. Most of her dark strawberry-blonde ginger locks were a deeper muddy colour after having soaked up blood and most of her face was a mask of the same crimson. At least he got a look at her while the self-same Paramedic lifted her arm and inserted the needle for the IV and another male sliced her silk top open to stick pads to her chest and stomach then waved off bustling her toward the ambulance while another started in on the phone calling out numbers.

    Once or twice Thalia might have come to, and mostly only when they hadn't had her sedated though even when she wasn't sedated - she was asleep. Her right hand had clung to her husbands even in her sleep, her fingers bruised, two in a foam and aluminum splint with dozens of little cuts hidden under a few layers of gauze. The rest of her seemed to match her right hand and arm, though the left side seemed to be the worse. From the plain light blue cast that hugged her left arm from where her fingers joined her palm to clear above her elbow to the heavy splint that wrapped around her shin and ankle to the brace at her left knee. Even a brace, though minor, wrapped around her right foot. At least her neck had lost the brace but not a few stitches just along her collar. Her face hadn't made it unscathed though. Two black eyes, a split lip, a broken nose, dozens of tiny cuts.

    The softest sound slipped from Thalia though and she twitched awake, grunting out a name. "C-Colin?" Wait, who was that? Her husband and lifting her head she tried to look around for someone. For that voice, the one who made her feel better. Except everything was hard to see through still swollen and bruised eyes. This mde her whimper in pain and she laid her head back down. Not Colin. C. Cameron? Conn.. no.. Custard. No, that was a vegetable. No even that was wrong. Cu.. "Cullen?" She breathed out, gasping at the explosion of pain through her left arm and whimpered. "W-where are the.. the.. w.. dingos.. the.. I.. the.. I can't remember." Which seemed to upset her.

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You're Gonna Need Another Car [Thalia, Cullen] Aug 28, 2013 21:14:05 GMT

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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2013 21:14:05 GMT

    Cullen's stomach growled with hunger, making him wince just slightly, but he had no motivation to leave her side, let alone eat. Maybe he was afraid if he left her side she'd pass, or maybe it was just that he was afraid of not being there when she woke. He didn't want to leave her alone, even if just for a few minutes. No matter how often James asked him to go home so that he could take over, Cullen didn't budge from the side of her bed.

    Sighing softly, he rolled his head to the side to rest it gently on the edge of her unbraced arm, taking in the scent of her as he did, despite the fact that it was mingled with the nausiating smells of the hospital around them. He closed his eyes, if only for a moment, but when he felt himself dozing, he quietly hummed the melody to their song. Only a few minutes had passed until he realized that he had quietly fallen asleep, though for how long was unclear. Her voice was the first thing to pull him out of it, however. He grunted and sat up, glancing around the room for a moment before turning his hazel gaze on her, watching her twitch. Had she spoken? Or had her voice been a part of a dream?

    "Thalia?" He asked, shifting where he sat to watch her think and try to speak. Focusing in on her, he finally nodded when she got it right, grinning widely and reaching up to gently brush her hair back. "I'm here, baby." He said in a groggy tone, reaching to press the button that would call the nurse with the pad of his thumb. Her gasped wince alone told him she needed more pain medication. "I'm going to get you something to numb the pain, alright?" He asked her, glancing up towards the bag of fluids she had hanging. He wasn't by any means a doctor, but being the hypochondriac that he was, he knew the in's and out's of hospitals like the back of his hand.

    "How do you... what? You mean the cats? The babies?" He asked, wondering what was going on in her mind. Dingos? He'd been warned about possible memory loss, but watching her struggle for the word he realized he hadn't been ready for it. It was hard for him to watch, but watch he did, gently combing her hair back with his large palm. "The twins are at home. Your best friend Ryann and your Father-in-law James are watching them." He said, just in case she didn't remember exactly who they were. "How are you feeling? You want more pain meds?" He asked, glancing up just in time to make out the nurse who made her way in.

Last Edit: Aug 28, 2013 21:58:57 GMT by Thalia Deacon

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You're Gonna Need Another Car [Thalia, Cullen] Aug 29, 2013 0:02:29 GMT

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Post by Thalia Deacon on Aug 29, 2013 0:02:29 GMT

    She was confused and it showed on her face. Why did he look wrong? He looked far furrier. She would never marry someone so unkempt and hairy. It was probably why she was staring at him like she was. "W.. you're so dirty." Thalia grimaced, her nose wrinkling softly. "Who.. C-Cullen?" that was right. That felt right. He.. what was so familiar about him? Her eyes closed for a long moment before opening again. She'd remembered flashes. Their wedding. Some random dinner with lots of lights in the tree.

    "Cullen.. What happened?" Once more she tried to shift in the bed before grunting. "Where is my catapult? Is it okay?" Catapult? Car. It was her car. It was okay, right? it had to be. All the same she grumbled softly and lifted her uncasted hand to push some hair off her forehead.

    Ryann. James. Those names sounded familiar but no faces came to the forefront. Dingos, you know, dingos ate my baby. "We have twins?" No that made sense. Of course. And suddenly the memory of holding them in a warm bath rose unbidden in her mind and she smiled slightly. "We have twins. I.. Le.. I.. what are their names?" She said softly, her fingers rubbing at her jaw which made her whimper in pain.

    "I.. I'm okay." Only she wasn't and he knew it, but she was trying to be tough wasn't she. Only trying to sit up made it bad and she whimpered in pain until she was left panting, her upper lip sweating slightly. "I hate cats. Why would I want to know about cats?" She had cats? She hated most animals, or at least she didn't like them so why was he talking about cats? Of course Cullen could use that against her to rid himself of any and all cats save his own but he had to know there would be fallout when she remembered the kittens.

    "It hurts.." She mumbled again and biting at her lip she gasped again. She'd forgotten the split lip. "Wait.. we.." One hand slid to her belly and she touched it. "What about the baby?"

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