the sweetest feeling [mae/daisy/quick]

[Sterling Wyatt Carlisle]

without a light i fear that i will stumble in the dark,
lay right down, decide not to go on

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: e8e8e8; width: 388px; padding-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px;] Well after more than two months of being in his wheelchair, Sterling was finally starting to get the hang of things. It had taken some time but his occupational therapist had said it would from the beginning, Sterling had thought he would never get used to it. But now he was getting better at everything he had to do by himself. Or those things he could do at least. It was still dangerous for him to try to use any kitchen appliances by himself, or even try to make a meal and putting on his own...diaper was almost impossible but apart from that he was doing pretty well. And with the addition of his new racing chair, things seemed to be on the up. It was something that he could actually do, that nobody else at Easton did, it was unique to him. And damn was he quick in that thing. It had been what he needed to give him that kick up the backside. So he went about his normal bedroom routine, his nurse had just left for the night and it left him to do the last couple of things by himself. Self-catheterization was on that list. It was definitely not the most pleasant thing that he had to do but it was necessary and it certainly was not one of the worst things either. After finishing in the bathroom he turned on the lamp by his bedside and turned off his bedroom light. He then pulled himself up by the side of his bed and pulled himself in using his forearms. He had developed a technique and although not at all elegant or tidy it did the job and actually got him into bed pretty quickly. Getting in was actually easier then getting out. Once in he pushed the wheelchair to the side a little and turned off the lamp, pulling the covers over him as he lay on his back, staring up at the all too familiar sight of the ceiling. Soon he drifted off to sleep, but not before Rupert had jumped on his bed and nestled himself in between Ster's legs. His dream wasn't a nice one, he dreamt of people sticking pins in his legs, needles, anything they could find. He didn't know who they were but they were there regardless. And it hurt. Or at least in his dream it did. And then the pain got more intense as more torturous weapons were used, thicker needles, blunter objects, nails, it only got worse from there. He was shifting around in his sleep, dripping with sweat, face screwed up with pain. And then seemed to come the climax. What felt like two, long, red hot steel pokers had been placed at his heels, they slowly started to burn at his skin, making him shift uncomfortably, squirming, trying to get away from the heat, but he couldn't, his legs wouldn't move away, they couldn't. And then with one jarring motion, the steel bars were pushed up through his legs. Ster awoke with a yell of sheer pain. He couldn't control it, he was in absolute agony. The dream had been a delusion of his mind, but the pain hadn't, the pain was certainly real. He continued to cry out, after all, he was unable to do anything else. And even though his legs were on fire he still couldn't move them. Fuck he didn't want to move them. Rupert had jumped off of the bed and had started barking, confused and startled by his owners outburst. Quickly he stopped yelling, the more he yelled the more it seemed to hurt. Instead he squeezed his eyes tightly shut, waiting for his body to cease thinking, just letting out little wails of agony every now and then. Holy Mother of God. This hurt. He needed someone to come, somebody to help him, either that or for his brain to just stop for a minute. [style= font family: arial; font-size: 10.5px; text-align:center; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #000000; font-variant: small-caps; letter-spacing: 3px; padding-bottom: 8px;] tagged: mae/daisy! | outfit: coming | notes: ahh [/style]

[Hayden Bryce Carlisle]

Hayden had been starving, but nothing in his dorm sounded appealing. So he had crawled out of bed, careful not to wake Ava, and left his dorm. He figured he would just run down to the vending machine and get a candy bar because nothing else seemed appealing. Well, it did but he was too lazy to drive his car anywhere. He just needed to go down the elevator and then there would be the vending machine.

Something stopped him. He heard screams. The closer he got to Wyatt's room the louder it was. Him and Wyatt had had a fight the day before, but he was still his brother. He went and unlocked the door, going inside, following the yells to Wyatt's bedroom. His brother looked panic and Hayden had to try hard to stay calm. 'What's going on? What can I do?'

[Sterling Wyatt Carlisle]

without a light i fear that i will stumble in the dark,
lay right down, decide not to go on

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: e8e8e8; width: 388px; padding-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px;] His entire body was trembling and shaking and by now dripping in sweat, so much so that the sheets below him were soaked. But he still couldn't say anything, he was trying to take his mind off of the pain and as a result it was flickering out of the present moment, going back and forth between now and some state of nothingness. It wasn't clear if that was some state of unconsciousness or not but he didn't care, it provided him with a couple of milliseconds of relief before being thrown back into the reality of pain and torment. He continued to will his body to just stop, to just let him take a break for a minute but it wouldn't listen to him. The waves of pain just kept crashing over him but refused to take him under completely. He didn't hear Hayden come in at all but Rupert had. The dog was immediately by his brothers side, whining and nudging at his hand or at his side, clearly in distress. But not as much distress as Ster. He didn't even register that his brother had spoken, at least, not right away. When he did notice, he opened his eyes, but even that hurt him for some reason, the pounding inside his head would not cease and the burning, throbbing, stabbing pains in his legs would just not stop in their attack. He didn't know what he had said, his mind was too frazzled for that but he knew he was there, someone was there who could help him. But Ster did not even posses the energy or ability to speak, when he opened his mouth only a pained choke escaped, his eyes watering and body still shaking as he tried with all his might to fight through the pain he was experiencing. A pained grunt was all he could manage at that moment, he wanted to tell him there was still some morphine in the cupboards and that he needed it. All of it. Now. But he couldn't he wasn't even lucid enough to think that far ahead, it was all focused on the pain he was in right then and there. He just hoped Hayden knew what to do. [style= font family: arial; font-size: 10.5px; text-align:center; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #000000; font-variant: small-caps; letter-spacing: 3px; padding-bottom: 8px;] tagged: mae/daisy! | outfit: coming | notes: ahh [/style]

[Hayden Bryce Carlisle]

Hayden was getting jumpy. He bounced on the balls of his feet trying to slow his breathing. Obviously Wyatt was in pain. Just what to do was the question. 'Ok I'm going to assume you still have morphine. Hope that I'm right.' Hayden racked his brain trying to figure out where he would put it before heading for the bathroom. That would make sense, right? He opened the drawers not finding anything before opening the medicine cabinet and taking the bottle out. He went and quickly got a glass of water and brought it to Wyatt. He put two of the pills in his hand and sat on the bed. 'Ok open up.' He waited for Wyatt to open his mouth and put one pill in his mouth waited for him to swallow and put the other pill in his mouth before giving him water. 'Hopefully that will kick in soon.'

[Anthony Chase Westlick]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; padding: 0px; border-top: 20px solid #151515;][bg=2e4461] [style=background-color: 8e8855; position: relative; padding: 2px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 18px; color: #000000; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -1px; opacity: 0.8]Let the sky fall, when it crumbles He had been trying to get used to being back on campus in Vid after the last few weeks of being at home. His parent's insisted that while he was finishing up his treatment, the best thing to do would be to be where they could see him. Aileen and Aaron could make it on their own, but it took Chase a little while to relinquish his big brother responsibilities. So here he was, finally getting a good nights sleep in his own bed, when he heard the sound of someone running from one room to the other, and then the sounds of someone screaming. It jarred him awake like a shell-shocked soldier, and without delay he jumped up from his bed and ran out of the room. When he got in the hallway, he saw several people peeking out of their doors and down the hall. Chase went to the source of the screaming, Ster's room, and went in to see Hayden giving his brother pain pills. Before saying anything to either of them, he went back to the door and stepped into the hallway to address the gathering crowd. "Yo, nothing to see here. Go back to bed." He said with a serious look on his face. when it came to the four, most people knew to do what they were told. The others just didn't care enough to me nosy after everything that had gone on this year. Once the hall was cleared, he closed Ster's room door and stepped into the room with him and Hayden. "Man, what the hell is happening?" [/style] WORDS - here - NOTES - xxx - TAG - hay&ster [/style]

table credited to madame marianna @ caution 2.0

[Sterling Wyatt Carlisle]

without a light i fear that i will stumble in the dark,
lay right down, decide not to go on

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: e8e8e8; width: 388px; padding-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px;] Morphine. He had said morphine right? Only that word seemed to register as he felt Hayden leave the room, leaving him alone again. He really hoped he had noticed something was wrong, that he wasn't being quiet because he was okay, quite the opposite in fact. His worries were quickly discarded as he heard things being shifted about in another room. The noise was distant, but it was there. He wasn't sure how much more of this he could take, he wanted to know what amount of pain his body could take because surely it couldn't get much worse than this? Hayden was back, he only noticed this when his brother was poised over him, holding out the medication. His mind seemed to be flicking in and out, he was losing pieces of time but only small amounts so everything seemed to happen in a series of scenes. One minute Hayden had been in the bathroom, the next he was holding out a tablet for him to take. His body seemed to know what to do, without having actually taken Hayden's instruction in, and he opened his mouth. He took a sip of water and swallowed both pills. It hurt. All stimuli hurt, even the sound of Hayden's voice hurt. He just couldn't concentrate on much else other than the pain. And then there was somebody else, he didn't realise who it was straight away but soon his brain registered the deep baritone of Chase's voice. It took a moment or two for the pain meds to start kicking in, or to at least take the edge off, to allow him to say something. His body still trembled as he opened his mouth to talk but at least now he felt like he could say something. "I-i-it h-h-urts." He managed to fumble out, his voice equally as shaky as the rest of his body. "M-m-y legs. H-h-hurt." Despite the searing pain, which was subsiding with each second that passed, it still felt good to say those words. It was the best and the worst feeling all rolled into one. [style= font family: arial; font-size: 10.5px; text-align:center; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #000000; font-variant: small-caps; letter-spacing: 3px; padding-bottom: 8px;] tagged: mae/daisy! | outfit: coming | notes: ahh [/style]

[Hayden Bryce Carlisle]

Hayden heard Chase come in but didn't say anything. He had to make sure Wyatt was ok. As soon as it seemed as if the pain was he turned and looked at Chase, giving him a look as to acknowledge him. 'Do I need to take you to the hospital? Or call mom and dad?'

[Anthony Chase Westlick]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; padding: 0px; border-top: 20px solid #151515;][bg=2e4461] [style=background-color: 8e8855; position: relative; padding: 2px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 18px; color: #000000; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -1px; opacity: 0.8]Let the sky fall, when it crumbles Chase watched as Ster lay there in agony. He felt so helpless watching his little brother pretty much suffer. The killer was dead, and yet, Ster was still feeling the after effect of his chaos. Then it hit him. "Dude, Hayden did you hear what he said?" In all of the pain and worry, all Hayden could think about was getting his little brother some help. He was so caught up in what was going on, he didn't really listen to what Ster was saying. Neither of them were, it seemed. "He said his legs hurt!" Chase moved over to him and looked Ster in the eye. "You said your legs hurt, Ster. That means you can feel them. What does it feel like, try to descibe it." He scratched the back of his head and looked over to Hayden. "Yeah, you should probably call your parents. This could be big." It was insane. Only a month or so after finding out he definately wasn't going to get the feeling in his legs back, somewhere in that stubborn Carlisle body his brain said "hell no" and fought back. That didn't mean he was going to be jumping up and walking, but for Chase it gave him back hope that he had lost long ago that anything around here could ever get back to normal. Just a glimmer of hope was all he needed [/style] WORDS - here - NOTES - xxx - TAG - hay&ster [/style]

table credited to madame marianna @ caution 2.0

[Sterling Wyatt Carlisle]

without a light i fear that i will stumble in the dark,
lay right down, decide not to go on

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: e8e8e8; width: 388px; padding-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px;] Thankfully the morphine was starting to work its magic, obviously it would have been quicker in fluid form but they had to work with what they had. The legacies had been good at that as of late, working with what they were given. The pain very slowly started seeping away but only by a little, he needed more morphine, he needed more than just the edge taking off. He was still sweating, still shaking, but his pain really had reduced, restoring at least some of his brain function. He looked at Chase bleakly when he appeared by him, his eyes flickering over his friends face, trying to take in what he was saying to him. He'd said a lot and it took a while for it all to sink in, he was still processing it when Chase turned back to his brother, leaving Ster to mull over what he had said and try to find an answer. At least his mind was clearer now, it was still hazy, the morphine didn't help that but his body wasn't entirely focusing on the pain any more. It still fucking hurt though, enough for him to speak though gritted teeth when Chase focused his attention back on him. "It just fucking hurts." He managed to get out, although he did realise that wasn't entirely helpful, he tried again, taking a deeper breath before speaking again, jaw still locked together as he did so. "Like. Like I'm being stabbed." It was the best he could manage, he realised how good it was, well kind of, if it didn't hurt so much. "I need more." [style= font family: arial; font-size: 10.5px; text-align:center; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #000000; font-variant: small-caps; letter-spacing: 3px; padding-bottom: 8px;] tagged: mae/daisy! | outfit: coming | notes: ahh [/style]

[Hayden Bryce Carlisle]

Hayden paused for a second thinking on what Chase just said. Wyatt could feel. He could feel something in his legs. He hadn't been able to feel anything in months. Not even pain. This could mean something this could mean that maybe Wyatt one day would be able to walk again. Ok now he really had to call his parents. He pulled out his phone dialing the number, looking up at Wyatt. 'You can't have more Wyatt. Two is the limit.'

[Anthony Chase Westlick]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; padding: 0px; border-top: 20px solid #151515;][bg=2e4461] [style=background-color: 8e8855; position: relative; padding: 2px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 18px; color: #000000; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -1px; opacity: 0.8]Let the sky fall, when it crumbles Chase was concerned about the pain, but inside he was excited. Not that Ster was hurting, but that he could feel his legs at all. "Yeah, I'll see if I can call the hospital or something. You need to get this checked out immediately, man." Chase wasn't sure if they should get an ambulance down there, or just call his parents and have them take him to the hospital, but whatever was happening, it needed to be addressed and not just numbed with morphine. "I can get my car ready and have your parents meet us at the hospital, or something. If they can't get here in time." He said to Hayden, who was still dialing them. "Its your call, Carlisle. Whatever you guys need, I'm down for it." He wondered if he should wake Bruce and Jake, or just let them be until he knew exactly what was going on. There was no need to try and wake them up if it was nothing they could do about it. Worrying too many people was not what he wanted to do. [/style] WORDS - here - NOTES - xxx - TAG - hay&ster [/style]

table credited to madame marianna @ caution 2.0

[Sterling Wyatt Carlisle]

without a light i fear that i will stumble in the dark,
lay right down, decide not to go on

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: e8e8e8; width: 388px; padding-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px;] Just two? Really? Was he serious? There was no way he was going to get by on just two. Sterling liked to think that he had quite a high pain tolerance usually, he'd broken a bone or two before but this was on a whole other level, it was like he'd actually been sent to hell and was now burning down there. This was not something he could take on just two meagre painkillers especially considering the amount he had had didn't really do an awful lot to take the pain away. It just seemed to have stopped his brain from shutting down. However, he was realising more and more that this was a good thing, a very good thing, not the fact that he was in pain but any feeling at all down there was kind of surreal. He wasn't really listening to what Chase and Hayden were talking about but he was trying more and more to get in on their conversation. But they were saying too much for him to keep up with so he just laid there and tried to roll with the punches. "Jesus fucking Christ." He said again through gritted teeth. "Just one more." He pleaded to nobody in particular, they didn't know what he was going through, if he could get them himself then he would but alas he was relying on them to do something for him as he did a lot these days. He knew his brother was stubborn and pig-headed but couldn't he see how much suffering he was in? "Guys come on." [style= font family: arial; font-size: 10.5px; text-align:center; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #000000; font-variant: small-caps; letter-spacing: 3px; padding-bottom: 8px;] tagged: mae/daisy! | outfit: coming | notes: merhh [/style]

[Hayden Bryce Carlisle]

Pushing out Wyatt's pleas for more drugs was the hardest thing for Hayden. He wanted to give his brother more, but he couldn't. He hated seeing him in pain, but just thinking about giving him more than the suggested dose flashed him back to when Abby died and he had almost od'ed on pain pills. He knew that Wyatt wasn't going to do that, but he still couldn't let the possibility arise. He turned his attention to Chase and nodded. 'I'll call the hospital if you'll call my parents. I'm just going to let the hospital know that we're bringing him in and then we can take him down to the car. It will be faster.'

Without letting Chase answer, Hayden pulled out his phone and dialed the hospital telling them that they had better be ready when they got there with his brother or there would be hell to pay. He was Hayden Carlisle after all. He turned back to Chase and Wyatt once he was off the phone and took a deep breath. 'Ready?'

[Anthony Chase Westlick]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; padding: 0px; border-top: 20px solid #151515;][bg=2e4461] [style=background-color: 8e8855; position: relative; padding: 2px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 18px; color: #000000; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -1px; opacity: 0.8]Let the sky fall, when it crumbles Chase nodded, already with his phone out to call the Carlisles. "On it." When Ster started complaining about more pills, Chase sighed and dialed Hayden and Ster's house. He was like Hayden. If he could have given him an IV of the stuff right then and there, he would have, but he knew that wouldn't be anymore good for him than the pain itself. He would have to tough it out. Chase finally got in touch with Mr. Carlisle and explained what was happening, and he agreed meet them at the hospital immediately. Then, after he hung up, the carefully tried to move Ster to his chair with as little pain as possible, but that was going to be impossible. Once Ster was in the chair, though, he knew it was all downhill from here. "I'll take him down, you shut everything down." Chase said to Hayden, quickly pushing the moaning and groaning Ster out of his room. Hayden turned off everything and closed and locked the door behind them, and before they knew it, they were all on their way in Chase's car to the hospital. Ster could feel his legs again. There was still hope. [/style] WORDS - here - NOTES - xxx - TAG - hay&ster [/style]

table credited to madame marianna @ caution 2.0