Alyce

eriksinferno:

alycelynch:

“That sounds fair.” she bit her lip and got up. It may not be the best idea, but he seemed like he needed some manner of decent pain killer, and she had some left over that she hadn’t traded away for favors since she stopped taking them when she was pregnant. She pushed the pills into his hand. “You seem like you need them.”

He looked at them warily. Despite his brave face, his time in D had taken it’s toll. ” It is not that I don’t trust you…” He said, eyeing the contents with his hand, ” I don’t want to see medication again for a very long time.”

"Okay. It’s just percoset, so if you change your mind…" she put them on her desk. "Come cuddle." she said, offering a hand to help him up. "I want to be near you."

eriksinferno:

alycelynch:

“That would be way too quick and painless of a death for what he put you through.” Tears threatened to spill from her frusteration and anger.

” Then I’ll hold, you torture. I’ve got a very strong grip” He smiled sweetly, wincing at a twinge of pain going through his side.

"That sounds fair." she bit her lip and got up. It may not be the best idea, but he seemed like he needed some manner of decent pain killer, and she had some left over that she hadn’t traded away for favors since she stopped taking them when she was pregnant. She pushed the pills into his hand. "You seem like you need them."

eriksinferno:

alycelynch:

“We’ll be out of here soon. I’ve got a few interviews lined up, and a few apartments to look at.” she told him. “If I don’t get out of here I will fucking kill O’Malley.” anger flared up behind her eyes.

” You and I both, beloved. I’ll hold him down, and you slit.”

“That would be way too quick and painless of a death for what he put you through.” Tears threatened to spill from her frusteration and anger.

eriksinferno:

alycelynch:

She moved back in front of him as he took her hands. “I missed you. I worried about you, so much.” she swallowed hard, not wanting to cry, and she looked away from him.

” And I you. You are the only reason I can still make my thoughts connect, that leaves me without too many mental bruises. I can tell you, my outershell took most of the damage.”

"We’ll be out of here soon. I’ve got a few interviews lined up, and a few apartments to look at." she told him. "If I don’t get out of here I will fucking kill O’Malley." anger flared up behind her eyes.

eriksinferno:

alycelynch:

“Of course.” she said. “Don’t be a goober.” she said. “Shirts are for losers, anyway.” she moved down to his lower back where the wounds seemed less bad, but it was just as filthy. 

She’d never said it before. It had been implied, assumed. There was something there but she just hadn’t been able to bring herself to say it. “I love you.” she whispered in a quiet voice, very focused on finishing washing his back.

Erik looked at her wide wide eyes, blue and filled with wonderment. “ Je t’adore aussi, chere.” He said softly, holding her hands in his.

She moved back in front of him as he took her hands. “I missed you. I worried about you, so much.” she swallowed hard, not wanting to cry, and she looked away from him.

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eriksinferno:

alycelynch:

An automatic, reassuring responce sprang to her lips but she swallowed it. “You… it’s pretty bad, yes.” she said simply. She took another moment to look over his back, partially cleaned. “I don’t think stitches would do you any good but there is going to be some scarring.”

” Will you still love me for my scars, Alyce? I shall not be offended if our household is “no shirt, no service.” ” He chuckled softly, his voice regaining some of it’s melodious quality.

"Of course." she said. "Don’t be a goober." she said. "Shirts are for losers, anyway." she moved down to his lower back where the wounds seemed less bad, but it was just as filthy. 

She’d never said it before. It had been implied, assumed. There was something there but she just hadn’t been able to bring herself to say it. “I love you.” she whispered in a quiet voice, very focused on finishing washing his back.

eriksinferno:

alycelynch:

“Give me two days and I wouldn’t have been. I’ve gone thirty days with no sex and no hitting anyone.” she said softly. There was a hint of pride in her voice as she gestured for him to sit up a little, then she carefully helped pull his shirt off, so she could keep working him over, looking at his back and wanting to throw up. She got up to get a bottle of water so she could clean him a little better, moving onto clean bits of fabric as she sullied the shirt she was cleaning him with. “Oh, honey…” she shook her head, putting the horror aside and just cleaning.

Dit-moi, bonne ange, is it as bad as it feels?”

An automatic, reassuring responce sprang to her lips but she swallowed it. “You… it’s pretty bad, yes.” she said simply. She took another moment to look over his back, partially cleaned. “I don’t think stitches would do you any good but there is going to be some scarring.”

eriksinferno:

alycelynch:

“I could fucking kill him…” she trailed off to look at what she had just cleaned. She swallowed and forced a little smile on her lips. “You look sexy all roughed up.” she tried to joke, her mind reeling at the idea that someone could do this with no regret, no remorse. Not even a real, personal reason to do it. Just because. She kissed a spot on his face that didn’t look like it hurt too badly. “And now?” she asked as she moved back slightly, her cleaning less panicked now. “Did he let you go?” she asked, worried that the answer was no and he’d have to go back.

He nodded, ” I can only imagine. When you go, I can go…. I wish Nurse Patel were here. She was my witness to signing the contract. She would know the sordid details….” He held her wrist gently. ” I am so relieved you’re here.”

"Give me two days and I wouldn’t have been. I’ve gone thirty days with no sex and no hitting anyone." she said softly. There was a hint of pride in her voice as she gestured for him to sit up a little, then she carefully helped pull his shirt off, so she could keep working him over, looking at his back and wanting to throw up. She got up to get a bottle of water so she could clean him a little better, moving onto clean bits of fabric as she sullied the shirt she was cleaning him with. "Oh, honey…" she shook her head, putting the horror aside and just cleaning.

eriksinferno:

alycelynch:

eriksinferno:

” Where do I start- the drugs, the orderly beatings, the peeling of my flesh from my face and back? I  have no idea- je ne comprend pas….”

She set her jaw as she worked through the blood. Turning off feelings and accomplishing something was something she could do easily, and cleaning up wounds and filth was something she had done so much it just came to her autonomously. “Why?” she asked, and her voice cracked unbidden. She just focused on cleaning him up, moving down from his face toward his arms.

” It was an agreement- ah, ow, merde,- he experimented to me, and agreed to let me go when he was done. Free to get out for the birth of the baby. Clean record. And I terrible?” 

"I could fucking kill him…" she trailed off to look at what she had just cleaned. She swallowed and forced a little smile on her lips. "You look sexy all roughed up." she tried to joke, her mind reeling at the idea that someone could do this with no regret, no remorse. Not even a real, personal reason to do it. Just because. She kissed a spot on his face that didn’t look like it hurt too badly. "And now?" she asked as she moved back slightly, her cleaning less panicked now. "Did he let you go?" she asked, worried that the answer was no and he’d have to go back.