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Post by Yumi Baker on Nov 20, 2007 20:14:48 GMT
Yumi walked into the house without a second thought and closed the door back.
She was still deathly pale, her hands still shaking slightly and her throat raw.
"Ian!" She shouts as loud as she can. Yumi coughs softly and goes and sits down on a sofa, crossing her arms infront of her chest, trying to calm herself down.
She didn't know who else to go to.
Only him, Rowan and that Wood girl knew.
Seeing as Rowan wasn't here and Yumi didn't know the other girl, things just worked out better that way.
"Ian!" She yells again, still staying seated. "Better be here! If your not then I'm just going to sit here!" She shouts again. She knew there was no use in adding the last part, but Yumi frankly didn't give a damn.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Nov 20, 2007 20:19:50 GMT
"I'm here, I'm here," I mutter, heading down the stairs, "Jesus fucking Christ..."
I'd been picking up a few more things, seeing as I'd been moving my things out slowly for some reason my sub-conscious would not yet share with me. I had a vague idea, but wouldn't admit it to myself. Not yet anyway.
"Uh...hi, Yumi..." I say, stopping in the doorway and raising an eyebrow at her, "Nice of you to make your presence known so clearly."
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Post by Yumi Baker on Nov 20, 2007 20:24:38 GMT
Yumi looked up at him and stopped.
She hadn't thought much of what she would do if he was here.
"Umm..Hi.." She muttered staying seated. She wouldn't just blurt out what she just did, well tried technically.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Nov 20, 2007 20:26:27 GMT
I look at her for a moment, "You okay? Look a little out of it."
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Post by Yumi Baker on Nov 20, 2007 20:32:47 GMT
"You don't know the half of it." She says with a bitter chuckle running a hand through her hair, triyng to be careful with her arm.
She had gotten a few really deep ones this time.
"Needed to be around someone, and didn't feel like having people ask to many questions. And you already know most.." She mumbled. "I'll tell you in a minute." She adds
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Post by Ian Hunt on Nov 20, 2007 20:36:17 GMT
I nod slowly, not wanting to press it, "Don't have to tell me anything if you don't want."
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Post by Yumi Baker on Nov 20, 2007 20:43:40 GMT
She shakes her head. "Have to tell someone...Just a gut feeling." She mutter having trouble keeping her eyes opened. "Tried jumping off the tower about an hour ago, after I did a few numbers on my arm." She mutters
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Post by Ian Hunt on Nov 20, 2007 20:52:56 GMT
I stay silent, not sure what I was supposed to say to that, then take a hesitant step into the room.
"You're...okay, aren't you?" I say, then practically kick myself for the stupidity of the question, "I mean...the bleeding's stopped, and all?"
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Post by Yumi Baker on Nov 20, 2007 20:58:32 GMT
Yumi gives him an odd look when he asks her if she's ok.
"Yeah it's stop. For the most part." She says then bring her knees up to her chest. "I'm so fucking stupid.." Yumi mutters.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Nov 22, 2007 21:52:25 GMT
"You're not stupid," I say, sitting down opposite her, "Shouldn't think that."
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Post by Yumi Baker on Nov 23, 2007 3:18:48 GMT
"Ian, what I just did was one of the stupidest things I've done in...I don't know." She mutters. "It just felt like..." She stops. "I don't know what it felt like. All I saw was that open window, long drop and..." She stops again. "I'm so stupid..." She mutters.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Nov 24, 2007 21:56:07 GMT
"Hey, you're not stupid," I say again, "I know you're not. I don't know what you are, what people like us are, but it's not stupid."
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Post by Yumi Baker on Nov 25, 2007 18:26:00 GMT
Yumi sat there in silence. She looks over at him for a moment then down at her arms. "You any good at healing? Or you have anything I can clean these with?" She mutters. "I don't want Sirius to see them..."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Nov 25, 2007 19:13:15 GMT
"Shit at healing," I reply, "Bound to be something around here though. Maybe Mungo's would be better though."
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Post by Yumi Baker on Nov 25, 2007 19:22:32 GMT
Yumi sits there for a few moments then pulls both of her sleeves up. There wasn't one spot in tact it seemed on both arms. The still crimson red, cuts went up to at least where her armed bended on both, to. She ran a few finger lightly along her left arm, where the deepests one were. "I don't know...I'm afraid to go to Mungo's...." She mutters still looking down at her arm.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Nov 25, 2007 19:38:47 GMT
"Holy-..." I mutter without meaning to, but manage to stop myself, "Uh...okay, no Mungo's," I say, dragging my eyes away from the cuts and back to her again.
It seemed different seeing it on another person, seemed wrong seeing arms shredded like that when they weren't my own.
"Um...right...I'll go and see what I can find."
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Post by Yumi Baker on Nov 25, 2007 19:50:20 GMT
Yumi sat there and nodded slightly, but kept looking down at her arms for a few more moments. She closed her eyes, not wanting to look at them anymore. She brought her knees back to her chest, pulling the sleeves down and laid her head on her knees and wraped her arms around herself. All this time Yumi refused to look Ian in the eye.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Nov 25, 2007 20:10:05 GMT
I head back from the kitchen with some damp cloth, like Gid used to do for me. But he could heal, which sort of helped.
"You'll...er...want to clean them a bit," I say awkwardly, sitting next to her.
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Post by Yumi Baker on Nov 25, 2007 20:14:10 GMT
"I've never cleaned them..." She mutters. "Never cared enough before.." She adds opening her eyes and rolling her sleeves back up. She winces slightly when her shirts rubs against one of the deeper ones, but says nothing.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Nov 25, 2007 20:50:53 GMT
"Well, you have a son now," I remind her, trying not to sound accusatory or disappointed or anything, taking her arm lightly so as not to hurt her, gently brushing the cloth over the cuts, trying to wipe any excess blood away, "Sorry," I apologise just in case I'm hurting her despite my best attempts at being gentle.
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Post by Yumi Baker on Nov 25, 2007 20:59:56 GMT
Yumi stays silent knowing he was right. She just laid her arm limp in his arms, not having enough will to do anything. She winces as he goes over the cuts closeing her eyes every now and then, triyng to not focus on the pain in her arm. "It's fine..." she mutters
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Post by Ian Hunt on Nov 25, 2007 21:08:12 GMT
"I'm sorry," I say quietly again, this time not altogether sure what I'm apologising for.
"You might want to keep your sleeve up for a while, if you get fibres caught in there it might not be so good," I say after a moment.
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Post by Yumi Baker on Nov 25, 2007 21:19:33 GMT
"I don't care..." She mutters not really thinking about it. But she pulls her arm from him lightly and pulls the sleeve up lightly careful not to rub it agaainst the cuts.
"I just..." She stops and sighs looking down at her arms. She hands him her arm back again. "Please just help me..." She says just above a whisper, her voice a bit hoarse.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Nov 25, 2007 21:22:50 GMT
"Yeah, I'll help you," I nod, speaking softly for some reason I can't discern, taking her arm back again without meeting her eyes, starting to gently clean the cuts again, "I'll help you."
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Post by Yumi Baker on Nov 25, 2007 21:25:49 GMT
Yumi lets a few tears roll, but quickly wipes them away with her other arm and looks down, not wanting to meet his eyes.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Nov 25, 2007 21:31:30 GMT
Don't please don't cry, I think, half desperately. I wasn't sure I could handle that, not at all.
I stay silent for a moment, carrying on with what I'm doing.
"Please be okay," I say after a moment, not sure why it bothers me, "Please. I'll help, anything you need help with, I promise."
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Post by Yumi Baker on Nov 25, 2007 21:37:29 GMT
"How the hell am I going to be okay?" She mutters, "You think I'm going to stop?" She asks not needing answer, looking down.
Not going to stop until you're forced to. Just like last time
"I doubt there's anything anyone can do to help me anyways."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Nov 25, 2007 21:52:54 GMT
"I don't know how, I wish I did," I reply quietly, "But we're in the same boat here. And I don't know about you but I'd much rather both of us ended up being okay."
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Post by Yumi Baker on Nov 25, 2007 21:59:50 GMT
She stays silent. "If you knew, it'd make things better...easier." She mutters after a small silence. "What if I'd much rather I be dead and gone?" She asks, slightly cold and not meaning a word. It wasn't anything Ian had said...That was what Yumi did.
Never showed how she was really feeling.
"You can want and rather things, as much as you like. Doubt it'll end like that." She mutters
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Post by Ian Hunt on Nov 25, 2007 22:03:17 GMT
"Because you wouldn't," I answer, calling her bluff just as people had done many times to me, "If you really wanted that, all of the time, then that's how it'd be."
"And yeah, I seriously doubt it'll end like that too, but giving up is a cowards way out."
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