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Post by amanika on Dec 4, 2010 20:34:14 GMT -8
Tugger hadn't moved from the bed, though he tensed as he heard the front door slam and footsteps on the stairs, but his ears pricked slightly as he recognised Macavity's voice. He looked up as the door swung open, and despite everything, the tears he'd been holding back broke again as he saw his brother. Ashamed to be caught crying as his age, he turned to bury his face in the sheets, despite the fact his body was shaking with the sobs.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 4, 2010 20:39:22 GMT -8
Mac froze, his heart stopping as well. His eyes roved up and down Tugger's back, mind screaming. He wanted to turn right back around and hunt down his sorry excuse for a father and kill him with his bare claws. Instead, he forced his legs forward, sinking down to the ground at the edge of Tugger's bed, a paw coming up to smooth Tugger's headfur back. "Tug," he said very quietly. "Tugger," he said again, craning his neck to get a better look at the wounds on his brother's back. Son. Of. A. Bitch. His paw trembled slightly. There was no way he could treat that on his own.
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Post by amanika on Dec 4, 2010 20:54:45 GMT -8
It was possible the the wounds in Tugger's back were deep enough to warrent stitches, the moving he'd done with them and even the way he was curled on the bed, only serving to pull the skin apart, preventing them from closing on their own.
He flinched slightly at his brother's paw on his headfur, but after a minute, he seemed to relax, though the sobs became louder as he gingerly sat up, furiously wiping his eyes with the back of a paw, despite the fact that he was still gasping and convulsing with the tears. Tugger's eyes met Macavity's for a moment, "I'm sorry."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 4, 2010 21:02:22 GMT -8
"Sorry?" Mac asked, and some of his anger at their father laced into it. His paw was still trying to sooth Tugger by petting his headfur. "You have nothing to be sorry for." The only reason he wasn't combing the town for his father was that he needed to make sure his brother was okay.
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Post by amanika on Dec 4, 2010 21:07:35 GMT -8
Tugger dashed a paw across his eyes again, "I shouldn't be cryin', it's silly." he hiccuped slightly, leaning into his brother's touch for the comfort the contact offered, though unaware he was doing so.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 4, 2010 21:10:12 GMT -8
Mac continued to pet him, almost absently as he took another look at his back. "Tugger," he said softly. "I... I need to get you to the hospital."
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Post by amanika on Dec 4, 2010 21:16:59 GMT -8
At the mention of going to hospital, Tugger stiffened slightly, shaking his head feverently, "It ain't that bad," he swallowed, "I looked before."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 4, 2010 21:20:09 GMT -8
"Yeah, and I'm lookin' now. I can't deal with this on my own. Come up," he said, voice trying to be soothing. "I need ta get you there."
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Post by amanika on Dec 4, 2010 21:24:19 GMT -8
Tugger's eyes started to well up again, he didn't want to go to hospital, not so much because he was worried about what they might do to his back, they could hardly make it worse after all. But... "They'll wanna know what happened." he said in a small voice.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 4, 2010 21:26:21 GMT -8
Mac took a deep breath, his paw still petting the other's head. "I... we'll say you fell down the stairs. There were a couple milk bottles at the bottom, and you fell on one of them and smashed it and it tore up your back. We tried to clean it out, but couldn't do much more."
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Post by amanika on Dec 4, 2010 21:34:37 GMT -8
Tugger didn't look convinced, but he tried to let himself be ressuered by his brother's words. "It's my fault anyway," his voice wavered slightly, "if I hadn't cut school this afternoon, none of this would've happened."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 4, 2010 21:38:34 GMT -8
Mac's paw froze from where it had been keeping up a steady rhythm on Tug's headfur. "It... no. It's his fault for bein' a drunken bastard, not yours. Don't ever..." he shook his head. "Doesn't matter." He began trying to ease Tugger off the bed, decided against it and just picked the younger Hollister up, fully intending to just carry him there, Tugger's head on his shoulder.
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Post by amanika on Dec 4, 2010 21:47:30 GMT -8
"Yeah but if I hadn't been downtown," Tugger protested, "I wouldn't've missed the bus back." he was too busy worrying about that to react much when Macavity lifted him, even going as far as to rest his head against his brother's chest, it wasn't like he felt as if he had any dignity left anyway.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 4, 2010 21:50:26 GMT -8
Mac shifted his brother a little to get a better grip before heading down the stairs, careful to avoid the broken glass. Where the buses even running anymore...? Shit. There was no way to win this. He set off down the road at a quick pace. "If he hadn't that as an excuse, he'd find another one," Mac told him softly. "He's a drunk bastard. Doesn't matter what you do, he's goin' ta ..." he shook his head. "Just avoid him, okay? He has a pretty steady schedule just..."
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Post by amanika on Dec 4, 2010 21:59:16 GMT -8
"It would've been fine if I got back on time then.", Tugger deduced. He was getting worried again now as they exited the house and he could feel the speed his brother way trying to go at. They were lucky Tugger hadn't had a real teenage growth spurt yet, or this would have been impossible. As it was Tugger was wondering if and how Macavity was going to carry him all the way to the hospital.
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