“Are you sure you don’t want me to drive? You’re bleeding a lot.” He asked, glancing over at her back.
There are voices in our heads rp (Closed)
“You’ve done enough today, just lean back and relax.”, she told him gently, worry leaking into her voice. “And you’re hurt too.” Macha indicated to the bullet wound in his leg, glad her wings hadn’t made a reappearance yet. All the while, she was doing her best to feed him positive emotions.
“I’m fine.” He looked down as they drove, only looking up to give her directions.
Macha could tell that he was definitely not okay, and it was scaring her. He had his heard tucked away where she couldn’t reach it, couldn’t reach him. She could also tell that he didn’t want to talk about it though, so as much as she wanted to comfort him, she kept her eyes on the road and drove. Before long, they arrived at the hospital.
Tyler got out of the car and walked around to her side of the car, helping her out.
She thanked him, stomach knotting with fear as she looked back at the hospital. But at the moment, she was more worried about Tyler.
Tyler supported her as they walked into the hospital. They got a stretcher for her and loaded her on. “I’ll be here. Be careful.” He said quietly.
Macha grabbed hold of his hands. “You need medical attention too, Tyler, get it. I—“ her voice broke a little. She was scared for him, so scared. “I love you.”, she whispered, already fading from consciousness as her blood dripped to the floor.
“I love you too.” He said quietly as they rolled her away. A nurse walked up to him and asked if he needed anything. He shook his head and went to sit down, silent.
(Tyler get some goddamn medical help)
(Should we skip until after surgery or whatever to Tyler visiting her?)
(Ya boi is being stupid and stubborn)
(And yeah that sounds good)
(lol)
Macha's eyes fluttered open. At first, she panicked, thinking she was back at the building where Tyler had been taken. Once she realized where she actually was, her second instinct was to frantically search the spotless hospital room for Tyler. Tyler?
Tyler stood by the window of Macha’s room, partly hidden by the curtain around her bed. He stared blankly out, not noticing when she woke up.
Her eyes landed on him, partially hidden by the curtain at her window. "Tyler?", she called softly, the events of the previous day crashing down on her.
Tyler turned and smiled a little. “You’re awake.” He walked over to her and sat down on the bed. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m fine. A bit groggy. The more important question is how are you?” She raised a weak arm to thump him lightly on the chest, smiling softly, but she was already weighed down with worry for him. Reaching forward with both hands, she intertwined her fingers with his.
“I’m fine. Don’t worry about me..” He said, not meeting her eyes.
Panic dawned on her instantly. He wasn’t meeting her eyes. “Tyler.”, she pleaded. “Talk to me. I- I’m right here—“ She raised a hand and gently turned his head so that he was facing her. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m just..tired…I’m fine….promise.” He said, forcing a smile.
Macha shook her head, smothering a wince of pain. “I don’t believe you, but I’ll let it go… for now. Did you get treatment for your leg?” She was so afraid for him, he was in that unreachable place, that terrible hole that she’d been in way too many times before. She just wanted him to be okay.
“I don’t need it.” He said, glancing down at his leg, the smile fading off his lips.
Her brow furrowed. “Tyler you were shot. Here I am, in a hospital bed, over nothing that serious, but you’re hurt and you’re not getting any treatment?”
“You did need help. If anything, your injury is more serious. And I can feel you worrying about me. You shouldn’t be.”
Macha closed her eyes for a moment. “Of course I’m worrying about you.. you— you just went through literal hell, don’t try telling me you’re fine. I just— I want you to be happy. I wish we were both okay.”
“It’s okay..” He said quietly, letting go of her hand and walking back over to the window. “I don’t deserve you, or anything. I did horrible, terrible things,” He traced the path from the window to the ground with his eyes, longing. “And you can’t blame it on the demon. It was me. I killed him..my own father…”
Macha froze, the pieces of the puzzle finally coming together in her head. It all made sense now, why he was so quiet, why she could feel the self-hate and agony rolli g off of him. Struggling a bit, she pushed herself up into sitting position. “Tyler… good people do bad things sometimes. And your father was much worse a demon than you could ever be. Back at the facility, you kept muttering about how you didn’t mean to, how it was an accident. If it was an accident, then it’s not your fault. You’re not— you’re not a bad person. Bad people don’t hate themselves after they accidentally kill a person. And you know what? He would’ve— he locked you up. He would’ve killed you. You were protecting yourself.” She took a deep breath in. “And what you said about not deserving me, not deserving anything? To hell with that. If anything, it’s the other way around. You saved my life more than once. You gave yourself up to those men so that I could be safe. You are— you’re the single most heroic person I’ve ever met. And I love you. I can’t— seeing you broken like this—“
(Highkey tries not to cry)
(Whoa o.O)
Tyler turned to her, his eyes desperate and sad. “I wish I could believe you..I should be locked up. I’m too dangerous. I can’t trust myself.”
(Wow writing this has been a fricking journey holy mother of god)
Macha was close to tears. She was not loosing him like this. “Tyler— I’ve- I’ve accidentally killed people before. A nine year old kid touched me when I was… having a vision, and she-“ Macha swallowed, blinking rapidly, “she died that day. Because of me. I’ve had to live with that since I was twelve years old. And I know I’m dangerous. Maybe— maybe I am selfish. I used to purposely keep myself from people, I stayed away from anyone who wasn’t scared of me and wanted to be my friend. And then you came along. And now— if I said that you being with my would put you in danger, I would be agreeing with everything you just said about yourself. And it’s conflicting me. It’s practically ripping me apart. But I cannot sit here and watch you do the same to yourself. Every time I say that I should be locked up because I’m a danger, I’m saying that you should be locked up, so as much as I hate myself, I love you way to much to do that to you.”
(Whoah this has been one hell of a realization for me— I do this all the time, although not on such a dramatic level lol. Like, I say to everyone that they are beautiful and amazing and they should never hate themselves but then…. I hate myself sometimes.)