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Post by Dominic Wesley Briscoe on Aug 13, 2013 21:29:29 GMT
You probably have a concussion, Aria," Dominic argued, climbing quickly to his feet when the redhead beside him did. He took the hand she extended, prepared to take hold of her if she started stumbling or anything, because he really didn't know what to expect of this. He'd never been around anyone with any sort of head injury, and he knew nothing about concussions besides that you shouldn't go to sleep with one. And was that even true? Dominic had not the slightest clue.
It was apparent that Aria was going to be stubborn about this, though. She wouldn't just sit down and wait it out, listen to him, see a doctor... Would she? Dominic doubted that. "Come on then," he sighed, admitting defeat in this manner. "But at least let me take you to the hospital if you insist on moving, you might be really hurt."
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Post by Aria May Wright on Aug 13, 2013 21:35:27 GMT
Aria let out a soft sigh of relief when the boy beside her climbed up to her feet and took her hand, accepting that wasting time here was pointless. All she needed to do right now was get home, rinse the blood out of her hair, and rest it off - then she would be perfectly fine. Or, at least, she would be within a little while.
"I don't need to go to the hospital," she snapped, her mood making a sharp change at Dominic's request to take her to the hospital - there was absolutely no reason to go there. She would sit in a waiting room for hours on end for a doctor to look at her, tell her that she was concussed, and then bill her for ridiculous amounts of money that she didn't have to waste. There was nothing that a doctor could do about it anyways - stitch the back of her head up if the wound was big, but that was about it. The wound could heal itself.
"Move," she demanded, suddenly grateful that he was holding her hand as her sight blurred a little. She was wobbly, and probably would be for a while.
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Post by Dominic Wesley Briscoe on Aug 13, 2013 23:50:31 GMT
Recoiling slightly at the sharp tone to Aria's voice, Dominic gave up - obviously he wouldn't get anywhere in trying to help her, so he'd bring her home. And keep an eye on her for a little while after she got there, if the stubborn redhead would let him. What they said about girls with red hair was true - they were fiery and stubborn creatures.
"Fine," he said, moving his hand from hers to around her waist to support her when his gaze caught her stumbling a little. Luckily, they walk they were about to face wasn't too long - it would be manageable.
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Post by Aria May Wright on Aug 14, 2013 3:22:35 GMT
Aria leaned in to him when his arm slunk around her waist. Though she wouldn't say it, she appreciated his help. Well, this part of his help - his incessant need to bring her to a hospital or make her stay still was driving her insane, so the young woman was incredibly pleased that he'd decided, from what she could tell, to finally give in and just walk her home and stop making such a fuss of this mess.
"Thank you," she said simply, beginning the walk forward. The walk home was what? Fifteen minutes? If she remembered correctly, that was it. She wasn't going to die in fifteen minutes. He needed to stop worrying like he was.
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Post by Dominic Wesley Briscoe on Aug 14, 2013 4:22:17 GMT
Dominic just nodded, beginning the trek back to the apartments along with her. He was careful to walk slow, not wanting to force her in to going faster than she could safely handle. How bad was the wound on her head, the nineteen year old wondered as he paced slowly at Aria's side. He'd never had any sort of head injury in his life before,so he had no idea what it was like - but he'd read somewhere that you could just.. not wake up if you fell asleep while concussed. Was that true? Because he doubted he'd be able to convince Aria to stay up once he got her home..
The duration of the walk was rather fast, despite the slow pace at which he'd forced the walk to go regardless of whether the girl he was holding on to wanted to go faster. "What apartment is yours?" Dominic questioned as he unlocked the plain front door to the brick building, guiding Aria inside.
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Post by Aria May Wright on Aug 14, 2013 4:31:05 GMT
"Two oh five," Aria said to him when they entered the building. Though her head still hurt, and she was starting to feel the blood dry up against the back of her skull and neck, she felt better than she had before the walk - she was capable of walking on her own for the most part. She doubted Dom would let her go, though. He seemed more than determined to look after her - it would be really cute if she didn't feel like she could handle herself.
"It's just upstairs, I can get there by myself," the young redhead told the man beside her, wanting to feel like she didn't need to be taken care of any more.
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Post by Dominic Wesley Briscoe on Aug 14, 2013 4:41:00 GMT
205. Adjusting his posture and releasing Aria's side, Dominic gave a small nod. "I live right above you, I'm going that way anyway," he told her, tossing a nervous smile her direction after doing so. He ran one hand through his hair. He was starting to take the hint that she just wanted to be all independent and stuff, but given that they were going the same way, it didn't make sense to split now, really.
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Post by Aria May Wright on Aug 14, 2013 5:21:13 GMT
"Okay," Aria sighed as she grabbed on to the handrail, beginning her walk up the stairs without even giving Dominic a second glance. She was relieved to be home, and the idea of taking a nap (or passing out for the night) made her feel great - if there was one thing that would make her feel better, it was falling in to her warm, comfy queen sized bed and wrapping herself in large comforters that would bake her like a cake in the summer heat and burying her face deep in to pillows as squishy as marshmallows. Just the idea made her shiver in anticipation, now aching to get straight to her bed.
Well, after cleaning her head off.
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Post by Dominic Wesley Briscoe on Aug 14, 2013 5:33:28 GMT
Her quiet sigh of a response led to Dominic not forcing any more conversation - he figured that she'd probably had enough of this all. He followed closely behind her up the staircase, arm holding on to the rain but his body almost beside her - his protective nature was still definitely in play and if she fall, he'd catch her. Once they finished walking up the staircase and entered the tacky yellow-grey painted hall of the second floor, he walked her to her door.
"I'll see you another time then?" He commented, a question that he was hopeful to get a yes for an answer. "If you don't feel better in a little while you really should get your head checked out."
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Post by Aria May Wright on Aug 14, 2013 5:41:34 GMT
"Yeah, sure," Aria mumbled as her keys fumbled in the doorknob. After unlocking it and flinging it open, she glanced at the friendly young man that she'd made a friend of that day. The want to see him again was genuine, though she didn't want anything to do with him at that very moment. Too much of a need to look after her, she could handle herself. "Hand me your phone," she said to him, extending her hand to him as she did so.
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Post by Dominic Wesley Briscoe on Aug 14, 2013 5:48:25 GMT
Almost taken aback by her request, Dominic gave a shy smile as he pulled his phone out of his pocket and handed it to the young woman in front of him. "I, uh, live in 303. If you ever wanna meet up or something," he told her, trying to act less enthusiastic about the whole idea than he actually was.
/fail post, going to sleep
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Post by Aria May Wright on Aug 14, 2013 19:07:57 GMT
Aria nodded as she quickly typed a number, hers, in to Dominic's phone. "I'll see you another time," she said to him as she handed it back. She would see him again - either because one of them had reached out to contact the other or just a mere passing in the halls, she was going to run in again. She held back a slight smile, the ache in the back of her head beginning to grow stronger again.
Needing to go inside now, she gave Dominic a small wave goodbye before closing the door. She went straight to the bathroom, where she ran her head under warm tap water to clean up the bloodied mess in her hair, downed a double dose of tylenol and retreated in to her room, hoping that the events would be but a mere memory when she awoke in the morning.
((Good place to end the thread?))
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Post by Dominic Wesley Briscoe on Aug 14, 2013 19:20:23 GMT
After taking his phone back from Aria and having her wave him off with what he assumed to be a need to get inside, Dominic let a small smile form on his face. He felt rather accomplished, though he felt a little guilty - if he hadn't wanted in the trees, she wouldn't have fallen out, after all. But she would, hopefully, be okay... Of course, now that he'd thought that the next thing he would find is that she's been hospitalized for third degree brain damage - was there even such a thing?
Tucking his phone back in to his pocket and resting his thumbs in his pockets, dull eyes made one last glance towards Aria's apartment before wandering back towards the staircase and his own apartment, where Elijah would most likely be either a) in his room or b) hogging the living room tv. Either way, he wouldn't have moved much at all. Lazy bastard...
/end thread
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