Bleeding scars [BREE]

[Taylor Amber Mortensen]

It was way too early, well for Taylor it was way to early. She looked at her clock which Bree kindly put on the little table beside her mattress. It was 6 o'clock in the morning, not a good sign. Taylor carefully got up and noticed that her back and stomach had a slight pain to it, Taylor moaned they began bleeding again.

It had been a year and a half now, Taylor had gotten scars from where she crashed landed near the Demons. One drew across her stomach, the other across her back. Both identical, and every so often they would bleed. Taylor didn't know why however she couldn't really worry about that now.

Carefully getting up, she clutched her back and stomach and tip-toed out of her room and down the hall towards the kitchen. Taylor reached the kitchen and began shuffling through the draws and cupboards, trying to find the bandages. With no such luck she try one of the higher cupboards, however knocking half the stuff off the shelves and onto the floor with a loud crash.

"Oh shit."

[Bree Anise Ripsen]

Well, for Bree, it'd just been one of those nights.. She'd been lying in bed, unable to sleep, so she'd gotten up and started...doing things. To tire herself out. Mainly telekinetic things. Seeing if she could play piano with her mind and stuff. And then she remembered that, hey, Taylor was in bed. That probably wasn't the best idea. Ah well, what she had done had worked. She'd focused so much on it that it was tiring her.

She'd ended up going back to bed at two in the morning, tired and in need of a few hours sleep. Well, a 'few' hours was a loose term. Normally, she wouldn't be awake until at least nine, so...that gave her seven hours. But hey, who knew? Maybe she'd sleep even longer than that. Taylor would open up the florist for her; she seemed to be an early riser.

And so, now, Bree was in bed asleep. It was awesome; she hadn't been getting a lot of sleep with...recent events. There'd been so much going on. But now, she had a break from of it all. Even if it was only a few hours. It was nice to get away from it all sometimes. And, this way, she couldn't be disturbed. No one could bug her in her dreams, if she had any. It would just be her.

Or at least, that was what she'd thought.

She very vaguely made out a crash, coming from the kitchen. Her eyes snapped open, and within ten seconds, she was out of bed, and leaving her bedroom. On her way to the kitchen. When she arrived, she flicked on the light, and saw Taylor standing among boxes and bottles on the floor. Still half asleep, she pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Taylor." she said, too quiet, too calm. "It is six in the frickin' morning. What are you doing in here?" She rubbed her eyes sleepily, having a good mind to just act like this never happened and go back to her room, where she would go back to her happy "leave-me-alone-you-can't-get-me-because-I'm-asleep" place, when something stopped her. Red. Patterning Taylor's skin, just around her waist, was...red.

"Scars." she stated, looking at her friend with wide eyes. "Bleeding scars. ...Explanation?" How? How the hell had Taylor gotten those? They looked nasty. Painful, even. She leaned against the door frame. "I swear to god, if you've done anything stupid..." She didn't finish her sentence. She'd only threaten if she was willing to carry out the threat. And the only threat she could think of right now was death. That, for obvious reasons, didn't appeal to Bree. Hello, this was her best friend.

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Outfit: Clicky! Tagged: Taylor! Notes: Bree no happeh Words: 443

[Taylor Amber Mortensen]

Oh no this is wasn't good. Taylor looked down to where Bree was staring at, blood. Ok defiantly not good, Taylor shifted her weight so she was leaning against the counter. Taylor really didn't want Bree to see this, not yet anyway. Taylor began to drift and she couldn't see, her vision went blurry and Taylor slumped to the floor.

"Bree just to clarify, one I didn't get pissed, two I have not done this in the 24 hours. And...three...I have had this since I first fell to...earth. So please don't worry."

Well fat chance this is going to work, knowing Bree should start panicking either about Taylor's wounds, or start whining on how much sleep she didn't get. Taylor weakly put her hands up to stop Bree coming over any closer, the wounds however made it very difficult and Taylor who was also trying to get back up again, slumped back down to the floor.

Taylor didn't really give much of an explanation to Bree, so she knew she would have to give one at some point, however Taylor's sight was seriously going and Taylor knew she was going to fall head first in the nearest counter. How much blood did she lose? It couldn't have been that much, wait did she lose some in her sleep? This wasn't good, Taylor again tried to pull herself up, however with vision abandoning her, Taylot began to fall.

[Bree Anise Ripsen]

Okay, something was definitely not right here. Taylor could barely move, the poor thing; she'd obviously lost quite a bit of blood. Oh god, the blood itself...Bree felt sick. She was what someone would call extremely squeamish. Yeah, she was really faint-hearted. Seeing this on TV made Bree squeal a bit; in person? Just...no. No no no no no. Oh, lord, Bree could have sworn that she actually felt the color drain from her face.

She snorted a tiny bit when Taylor told her not to worry. Hah. How could she not? Regardless of when she got the scar, it shouldn't be bleeding, should it? Bree was no doctor, but that was kind of a given. There was no way in hell that should be happening. Nor should Taylor be looking as weak and dizzy as she did. That just...wasn't right. And...oh god...she was falling?

Bree ran over and caught her before she hit the floor too hard, and gently propped her up against a cupboard door. She shook her head at her friend, and took the bandages out from her cupboard under the sink. "Honestly, what am I going to do with you, Taylor?" She gave a weak laugh, and unraveled the bandages a little so that she could wrap them around the bleeding scars curling around her friend's waist.

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Outfit: Clicky! Tagged: Taylor! Notes: Bree no happeh Words: 231

[Taylor Amber Mortensen]

Hang on? All Taylor could remember was falling, now she was being propped up against a cupboard door. Taylor didn't dare to look up at Bree, she knew Bree was squeamish which came to Taylor as a surprise when Bree was beginning to bandage her up.

"Bree......I....I thought you were squeamish. I feel so....*cough*...stupid."

Bree continued to wrap up Taylor's wounds, Taylor knew she may faint again and that would not be good, especially for Bree. Bree finished wrapping the bandages, Taylor looked at the wounds. It felt better to have something around the wounds, Taylor looked up to Bree who still had a very worried look on her face.

"Thank...you Bree.."

Taylor smiled at Bree before letting the darkness envelope her once again.

[Bree Anise Ripsen]

Bree was growing increasingly worried for her friend. It was obvious, by the way Taylor was so calm about it , that it wasn't the first time that this has happened, which was reassuring to some degree. If this had happened before, she'd made it through it before, so she could do it this time. But it was just Taylor's hushed voice, the little cough - it all worried Bree quite a bit.

She shushed her friend gently, pushing back a few stray strands of hair from her forehead. "Don't feel stupid," she said quietly. "I am...quite squeamish, but that hardly matters right now, does it?" She tied the ends of the bandages neatly, folding them in so that the bandages wouldn't unravel. That wouldn't be good; she'd obviously lost a fair amount of blood already. Bree didn't really think it would be ideal if she lost any more. Especially from something that shouldn't really be bleeding in the first place.

Once she'd finished tying the ends of the bandages, she ran a finger over them, her mind beginning to trail off on a tangent. Scars. Bree knew Samson had quite a few scars. On his back, around his wing area. Did they ever do this? Oh, god, Bree hoped not. It must have been just...awful, if they did. Well, it must have been awful having them in the first place. And then...a new thought flared in her mind. How...how does a person even get scars like that? Like this one? Like Samson's?

However, at that moment, she stopped worrying about that. She could see her friend quickly losing consciousness. This should have worried her, and it did to a certain extent, but then she started thinking about it rationally. It was just gone six in the morning. Taylor didn't look like she'd got much sleep anyway. Surely that would mean that she would lose consciousness faster? Well, Bree didn't know, but that was what she was going with. Otherwise, she'd end up freaking out too much.

After Taylor lost consciousness completely, Bree leaned down. "It's okay," she whispered in her ear. "Any time." She knew that Taylor probably couldn't hear her now, but hoped she could. That would have been nice.

She took a look at the girl propped up against the kitchen cupboard. That didn't look comfortable at all, and so, Bree left the kitchen to return a few moments later with Taylor's pillow and her quilt from her bed. She placed the pillow behind Taylor's head, draped the quilt over her body. What? It was nearing winter! She didn't want her friend to be cold or anything.

Well, after that was done, Bree was past sleeping. She couldn't go back to sleep after that, no matter how tired she was; there was too much going on in her head. She had a feeling that the florist would be closed today; Taylor was obviously in no shape to work, and Bree...well, 1) she was really tired, and 2) she had too much on her mind. So she simply sat in the living room, and thought for a while.

How did Taylor say she'd gotten that scar again? Bree's guess was that she did it in the fall. That was a very safe guess. The fall hurt, and there was a chance that she could have hit the ground awkwardly and cut herself open. That seemed logical.

However...Samson. Unlikely. He just....he had so many. There was no way that he could have done that hitting the ground. Unless he'd landed on broken glass, or something, he'd gotten those scars another way. But...how? How could that possibly have happened? Bree wasn't sure; the fall seemed like the only logical solution. Unless...unless there was another reason why that hadn't told her.

She shook her mind free of these thoughts; they were just getting depressing. She looked at the clock, and noticed that almost an hour had passed. An hour? Wow. That means, she supposed, I should really wake Taylor up now.

So she walked through to the kitchen, and nudged her friend with a slipper-clad foot. "Taaaaylooooor," Bree murmured, an almost teasing sound to her voice. "Wake uuuup."


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Outfit: Clicky! Tagged: Taylor! Notes: Bree no happeh Words: 732

[Taylor Amber Mortensen]

Taylor knew she had lost consciousness however before she slipped away, she heard Bree murmur something, but she knew it was a good thing. Taylor didn't where she was, her back and stomach ached like hell, she was hearing voices, teasing her trying to wake her up. She couldn't respond.

Then she heard a voice she recognized, faint however the voices above her head seemed to be shoved out of the way. The voice was above her know, gently raising her head so that it was on a softer surface, Taylor was resting on someone lap.

"Who....who are you..again, I know you right?"

Taylor's voice was slipping, she blinked trying to clear her vision. A face, still blurry she went to rub her eyes, however a gentle hand stopped her and said something about everything being ok. Taylor began thinking who this person was, It wasn't Bree she was back in Carford with her...wait how can she be in two places at the same time?

Then Taylor remembered it was a dream, no...not a dream a memory, this was when she first landed on earth and the demons found her, they were teasing her at first until...Quinn..came and helped heal her. Then he ignored for some days after she recovered, she wasn't sure why at first however it seemed he was embarrassed for helping her.
Then after some small conversations, Quinn became a good friend he teased her to no end, however he would always protect her, no matter what.

The dream began to slip away, Taylor knew she won't see him for a long time now. It seemed like 5 minutes when she felt a nudge on her leg, at first she thought it was Quinn and murmured his name. However after some thinking she knew it was Bree. Turning her head slightly she murmured in annoyance however more of a gesture.

"Bree......5 more minutes."