Thread: Burning Passions [ Luciel x Ironic ]

Death wasn't a stranger when it came to making appearances. Her mother succumbed to it, regardless of how healthy she was. Murder. She would almost reenact the same fate that ceased her mothers existence, if it wasn't for Damian... or Samuel... ugh, all of these names are confusing. I don't even know what to call him anymore she fought with herself, hands gripping at her chestnut hair before her fingers sprawled out to entangle within it. Her skin grew pale in color, her appetite unexisting once the devastating news slammed into her like a speeding car. Navaeh hadn't realized she had been holding her breath until a long awaited gulp of air was needed to quench her oxygen deprived lungs. No, he's not gone! She fought with him, but the glare in his eyes told her otherwise. It was obvious he didn't have much time left, and she knew it herself. He was getting older, over drinking and possible over doing it with drugs. His old body couldn't take the heat anymore. But he took away her fathers life, all by forging his soul for a blissful life that he ended up not having. All to protect her? It was Da... Samuels role as a demon. He's just doing what he's made to do, and her mortal mind couldn't wrap around that idea, not yet. In the midst of his explanation, out of everything he's told her, the only question she could ask, through sniffles and tears, was, How old are you, then? Her mind churned, beginning to flow again once the shock simmered. She was surprised she was handling it better, but if it wasn't for the torture and pain she had already endured from last night she probably would've been a chaotic mess. Stupid old man, so foolish for a life when you'd be damned to hell for eternity. She shook her head. What truly grasped her attention was when he stated her father and his contract would've ceased the moment his final breath was taken, not having to protect her anymore... Yet, he was still here. For as heartless as you've acted towards me it doesn't seem like you care all too much. She snorted out before using the back of her hand to wipe away the tears and mucous coating her emotional face. It was hard to come to terms with her mixed feelings, and she was sure that Samuel would understand this for right now. That's what Damian would've done. She ignored the sandwich offer. How could she eat after devastating news? Whenever her gut retained it's appetite, she would eat again. After resting for a while she hadn't realized how sore her muscles were until he pulled her upwards, heading towards the door after she placed new clothing on her that he had just purchased some grey sweats and a comfortably fitted white t-shirt, her favorite clothing to wear while relaxing. Luckily the red dress was unnoticed for the mean time. It would've broken her heart to see it right now. Usually it took a while to be seen at the doctors, but whatever Samuel did, she was rushed into the back of the clinic in her own private examination room. The lights above were bright, causing her eyes to squint. The examining table was cold, and the thin paper underneath her felt uneasy, cranking with each small movement. Knock. Coming in. A female voice sounded through the opposite side of the door before walking in. Thank goodness it was a female doctor inspecting her. She didn't want another male to skim through her body. The name tag read Dr. Shaw, the woman appeared to be around her late 40's. Dr. Shaw met her eyes before quickly scanning her face to see the bruises and cuts. I had no idea she was this beaten! Her monotone voice finally had some emotion to it. I'm going to have to remove your clothing and inspect you carefully, do you want your brother to leave the room? She asked. Brother? Ah, that's right, he fibbed on the phone. It's funny, right now, that it reminded her of the prank calls he always made. They sent her sides splitting from how much she laughed. He was such a funny guy... so charmingly funny. I... I'd feel comfortable if it was just us. Navaeh admitted, giving Samuel an apologetic glance. He had to understand that this was a private thing for girls, especially after her body had been abused. She didn't want him to see anymore of her torn body. Without hesitation, Dr. Shaw shoo'd him out of the room before closing the door. Knowing him, he'd still probably eavesdrop, which was fine, as long as he didn't watch the examination happen. I need you to take off your clothing. She sympathetically spoke, before seeing how difficult it was for her to remove her clothing, stepping in to help her. Oh, my... she gasped, seeing the marks of her fiasco painted on her body as if it were a canvas. I know this is a personal question, but did they... she eyed her pelvic area, but obviously she had been raped, of course they touched there... inserted things there. But what she was getting to was ejaculating. Slowly, Navaeh nodded, but she looked at the ground. First thing, we'll have to give you Plan B. It's a morning after pill. It'll reduce the chances of... unwanted pregnancy. She swiveled around before opening the cabinets above the sink, pulling out a plastic container filled with circular white pills. Grabbing a plastic cup she would fill it with water before hanging both to her. As if her life depended on it, no questions asked, she swallowed the pill, chugging the water to try and fade the bitter taste of the medicine. She tried not to think too much on the pregnancy scare. Gloves snapped onto her hands before they softly placed themselves on her body. Luckily, her wounds wasn't deep enough to have stitches, and only required a jelly ointment for healing. Her bruises would fade away, and no broken bones. The blood that came from her nether regions were due to internal bleeding, but the wounds were already healing. It was cautioned to not partake in sexual activity for a while, but she did prescribe a steroid for inflammation of her wounds and pain medicine. I know you look worse, and you probably don't feel the prettiest either, but you're alive and fairly intact. With as many times as you've been beaten on your head, I don't notice anything associated to an concussion. You're alive and well, and you'll be just fine. She smiled without showing teeth before handing her a paper with her prescriptions listed on it. Take this to the front desk and they will hand you your medicine. Your insurance covers it so don't worry about costs, just worry about healing. Exiting the room she would meet Samuel... or Damian... whatever his name was, outside of it. I'm alright, just need to get my medicine... she managed to say, hoping he didn't hear too much on the opposite end, which he probably did.