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Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2014 22:56:45 GMT -5
Izzy was sure, with the way he was acting anyway, that it was a lot worse. She felt sorry for Peter and wished she had something to make the pain more bearable. She wondered when he was in a car crash, she hadn't looked in his files since she viewed that as going to far for answers. She believed that if the person wanted to explain they would.
A car horn sounded right beside where Izzy and Peter were and Izzy jumped as it pulled her out of her thought. The pain was terrible for her, her hearing was more sensitive than a normal persons, and she could only imagine how bad it was for Peter. Even being a normal human, with as much pain as he was in, if that pain included a headache then any sound would hurt, a loud one would hurt worse.
She shook her head, hoping to lessen the pain. She rubbed her forehead with the hand that was opposite the side that Peter was on. "Well that hurt. You okay Peter?" She asked with a grimace and a look at Peter. She would make sure he was somewhat alright and that she didn't bump into him in some way before she started walking again. She was still shaking her head slowly, she hoped she could find some painkillers when she got to work.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2014 23:08:19 GMT -5
"To death with it!!" Peter hissed at the loud car horn.
Putting his hands against his ears and stopping in his track. True he had a headache, a very strong and powerful one. Course it wasn't just the head ache, it was also the increased hearing. Staggering a bit, he didn't move from his spot even as Isabelle spoke to him. Asking if he was alright. Did he look alright?! NO!! HIS HEAD WAS READ TO SHATTER AND SO WERE HIS EARS!!!
"I need some motrions.....something...." Peter muttered in pain.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2014 23:21:12 GMT -5
"Yeah, nothing worse then something loud right by you when you have a headache," Izzy said then thought or enhanced hearing. She didn't know that Peter had both since he wouldn't tell her what was wrong.
She went back over to help him as he stayed in the same spot but staggered some. He didn't look alright and that car horn looked like it hurt badly. He looked as if he was ready to collapse from the pain to Izzy. She was really starting to worry about Peter, it made it worse that he he wouldn't tell her what was wrong.
"Same here," She muttered still slowly shaking her head. "Come on let's get to work and see if we can find some," She said as she went back a few steps to where Peter had stopped. She stopped shaking her head and, once she had Peter with her again, continued to work.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2014 23:32:51 GMT -5
"There might be some....in my quarters....I don't know for sure." Peter replied to Isabelle as the loud noise in his ears started to fade.
Though not fast enough. Removing his hands from over his ears, he followed after Isabelle. That coffee wasn't helping him at all.
"So......anything special coming up?" Peter asked out of shear boredom and uncertainty.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2014 23:50:19 GMT -5
"Let's hope there is," She said with the grimace coming back to her face. Instead of dieing down the pain had seemed to get worse. This was the main reason she hated being on the streets of the city, to many impatient pedestrians that honked their horns, some stretched it out which was even worse.
The coffee Izzy had was slowly wearing off, it was probably all the sugar she put in it. She had a sugar addiction though she wouldn't admit it, it was probably what gave her most of her hyper nature. However when she was in pain like right now it didn't seem to have much of an affect on her.
"N-not that I know of," She stuttered out. How did her headache seem to keep getting worse? She sighed and looked forward to getting to work and getting some pain medicine. This was the worst she had felt after a full moon in a long time. "I really hope no one else honks their horn though, that's a lot of pain for both of us evidently," She said as she rubbed her fingers against her forehead again.
"Honestly I think I'm not going to do much but sit around and talk today. I don't feel like training or doing much of anything else," She said softly, she was going to find a somewhat quiet place to sit and talk to a person or two at a time. She really hated the day after a full moon.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 8, 2014 0:25:31 GMT -5
"I'm surprised it doesn't hurt everyone's ears." Peter answered.
The sound of a car horn was annoying and painful for even those with normal hearing. Peter remembered that clearly. He hated it. So much. Course now he had a bigger reason to hate it. Hearing her mention that she wasn't going to do much most likely, Peter gave a kind smile. Shrugging his shoulders, he let out a sigh.
"Well it's good to do what you want." Peter said. "Shouldn't be long....were almost there."
Indeed they were almost there. Even walking to PIDA was okay, sure it didn't help with Peter's legs being weak still however pushing on was the only thing he could do. Even though they hurt he couldn't really do much about it.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 8, 2014 13:49:35 GMT -5
"Some people are more used to it I guess," Izzy said wishing they were already at PIDA.
She didn't know how badly a car horn affected humans but with her enhanced hearing it was torture. She hated the city because of it but it was necessary to go into the city at times. She hardly ever left without a headache when she did go into the city though, usually it was from a car horn. She smiled back at Peter, sure he was up to doing about as much as she was by the way he was acting.
"It's what I feel like doing, not exactly what I want. There is a small difference, I would love to be able to train today just to have something to do however I don't think I'll be able to handle it. I've already gotten one headache today, another from something echoing or someone yelling at me would be horrible," She said softly. She nodded to his comment about them almost being there, that was a good thing.
She was incredibly happy when the PIDA came into view. She was going to find some medicine first thing. She hated being in pain but pain had been a huge part of her life because of what she was, and that wasn't always limited to shifting. Once they got there she would get Peter to his room and see if there were some painkillers there, she should really start keeping some with her.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 8, 2014 14:50:53 GMT -5
Probably. Even though Peter grew up here, he wasn't used to it. It was a sound he always hated plus the event he went through as a kid hadn't helped him at all. As Isabelle explained that it was what she was feeling like doing, not actually wanting to. He didn't really have a comment for it, all he wanted was to get into his quarters and take some mortions. Entering the big building, it wasn't too long before they were at Peter's quarters.
A slight sigh left him as he grabbed hold of the handle. It been several months since he last had been in here.....considering this was were Guil fought him. For the time he was away after getting out of the hospitial, he had been supplied with a apartment. And despite all the time that had gone by, Peter hadn't left it yet. Not sure which location would be best. Letting a sigh go, he turned the knob and opened the door.
The small room still looked the same. Save for the blood, bullet casings, and anything else left over from the fight. It looked like what it did when he first moved in before the fight.
"Well....at least it's still here I guess..." Peter muttered as he went over to a cabinat. "Here it is."
Opening it, he took out a white bottle with the orange labeling of motions out. He handed them over to Isabelle so she could get some first. It was a full bottle.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 8, 2014 15:05:35 GMT -5
When they got to Peter's room and entered she remembered why she had gotten her own house, the room was small and she didn't particularly like small spaces. She wasn't claustrophobic so she entered but she would rather have a bigger space.
"Yeah, I guess that's a good thing to. Are you still staying here or did you move? I haven't really seen you around to really know," She said curiously.
She took the bottle from Peter and took the dose recommended on the it. It was a new bottle and she was glad that Peter did have it so she didn't have to go hunt for pain killers. "Thank you," She said as she handed the bottle of pills back to Peter. She watched for him to take some and smiled.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 8, 2014 15:31:54 GMT -5
"Well....I was given an apartment to recover in and I....I haven't really decided on if I should move back in here or what." Peter answered.
Taking the pill bottle back, Peter glanced down at it. Take only two. Two......these small pills were just....two? As if!! Normally Peter would've never dared to take more than the recommended amount but the pain in him was too much. Opening the bottle, he actually poured five pills into his hand and ended up swallowing them.
Please kick in soon.... Peter thought as he put the bottle back in the cabinet.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 8, 2014 16:32:42 GMT -5
"Oh, that makes sense," She said, who would want to recover in the place they were attacked?
Personally she wouldn't move back in, granted she never would have taken the room but that was beside the point. She watched him take the pills back and look at it for a moment. Then he poured a few pills into his hand, she thought she counted five, and took them.
"Peter are you sure taking that many will be okay?" She asked as he putt the pill bottle back in the cabinet, unsure of what could happen. Sure she was hoping that the two pills she took would kick in soon but she wasn't going to take more than recommended. She hoped nothing would happen because he took so many but she really had no idea.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 8, 2014 16:40:02 GMT -5
"Two isn't going to help, I need these things to work somehow." Peter replied as he took a seat on the floor.
Perhaps his fast reply would be considered as snappy? He didn't know. The pain he was in was putting him on edge slightly. Though perhaps being back in here was adding onto it? After all the last time he was in here he almost died. Course his new found werewolf side could be causing his current agitation as well? There was no way to be certain. The thing he was sure on though was the pain pills needed to work to get this pain to stop.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 8, 2014 17:09:08 GMT -5
"If your sure than I won't argue," She said noticing how quick and snappy his reply had been. She dropped the subject and went to sit down beside him.
Curiosity took over as the pain pills took affect and she started poking his arm. She had her head tilted like a curious dog. She wasn't poking it to hard as she didn't know where Peter was in pain at exactly. One of her pokes missed his arm and accidentally hit is side in almost the exact place the person bumped earlier. Please let his pain pills have already taken affect she thought as she stopped poking him.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 8, 2014 17:15:36 GMT -5
"Sorry." Peter apologized when Isabelle was done speaking.
The pain was messing with his head, everything was messing with his head. The pain pills needed to kick in faster. Kick in already. He barely noticed Isabelle poking his arm however it wouldn't last. A jabbing pain went through his side as Isabelle's finger poked him, though it didn't feel anything like a poke. A cry of pain left him as he wrapped his arms around his chest and sides.
"W...What was that for?!" Peter requested through gritted teeth and a pained voice.
Sadly motrions didn't work super fast like he wanted. It would take some time.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 8, 2014 17:43:04 GMT -5
"Sorry, I missed your arm! I wasn't trying to hit your side," She said apologetically. She honestly felt sorry for him, she hadn't meant to poke him where she knew it would be painful.
It was still odd that he hurt most in the places that changed the most when a werewolf shifted. Still Peter was a human, and the headache didn't match up with a werewolf's shift so it HAD to be something else.
"So, besides sitting bored at work, what have you been up to?" She asked as she started poking his arm again, this time more careful not to accidentally hit his side. She wished she could just tell what was different or wrong with him but she had no way to do that. It would be easier if he just came out and told her but she didn't think he really would, though she guessed it was possible.
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