Queen's note: this turned rambling. Have a writer writing about a writer trying to write. My head hurts.
Obsidian Dragon
Chapter Two
Fragile Heart
Where was a spleen?
It was the oddest thing, but Eddie could not help but wonder where the hell a spleen was. It knew the rough spot his own liver was, if only that his ride-along had rippled and moved near it once or twice. First as half threats to get the man to feed them food, and then a few times in worry when Eddie tried his luck in getting drunk (sadly, Eddie could not get more then buzzed before Venom started mentally freaking out). Venom hated the reactions the human body had to alcohol, what it made Eddie 'feel and taste' like.
Taste like... dear gods that was one of the things that were oddly strange for Eddie to get used to hearing. Of all things it maybe it should not be, considering that Venom's senses were wider then his own. The symbiote also has a sort of... 'mushed' set of senses. Smell/taste/touch were almost forced together for it when internal, as well as them separate. Venom had a habit of informing Eddie quite a lot what one organ or another inside of their host felt and tasted, and oddly that made Venom start to push for Eddie to eat somewhat healthier. Though tatter tots were always a favorite side dish for them both, and chocolate of all things ended up sating the symbiote.
The darker and richer the better, the darker and the more organic chocolate was the best, baffling them both. Yet Eddie noticed that Venom's protein cravings eased to the point of being nearly nonexistent. Thus, Venom had fewer cravings or wants to chew off the heads of most strangers- unless they were dickish.
Eddie glanced to his left, checking to make sure the little girl was asleep or still just dosing. He was not quite sure, and did not have the heart to try and disentangle himself.
(Stay.) Venom spoke up, mentally that is, for the first time since the ambulance ride. Complaining about the sirens off and on, but it was not quiet loud enough to hurt them. Just be annoying.
...where was a spleen?
Brock opened google, typing in the new question and smiled at noting his last search was 'what's a spirit dragon?' Now he poked a link, feeling Venom's attention shift to peer through the man.
'The spleen is located under the ribcage and above the stomach in the left upper quadrant of the abdomen.' Eddie blinked, snorting as he discovered that apparently a spleen is 'soft and generally looks purple' as well.
Well. That was something.
The man felt something move inside of him, a rippling sensation of Venom moving for a full weird ten seconds before they spoke up. (...I do not like the taste of spleens. You're liver tastes better. Feels better too, it's not as squishy.)
Oooookay... that was something too.
The man shifted ever so slightly, stretching out his legs one at a time and making sure they were not going to go numb. His eyes going back to the small girl, Eddie was feeling a mix of curious-puzzled-apprehensive bleeding through the bond connection. Venom was understandably confused at the reactions they had gotten from May. The girl had both arms wrapped around Eddie's bicep right now, having nodded off somewhere in Eddie's explanation of his tattoos.
May had almost had another panic attack when the paramedics were getting ready to take her back to the nearest hospital, without Eddie. It did not take Brock too long to sort out the basics of what her story was. He was an investigating reporter after all. Though as parts started to fit together, the growling in the back of Eddie head started to get distracting.
The man shook his head, checked that the kid was still asleep and slipped out his phone again with his free right hand. Eddie found himself writing notes out of pure habit about the incident-
Eddie snorted.
Incident. Venom was an incident.
(Hey!)
Glancing again to his left, he started write notes about the events that happened. Paused and carefully took a picture of May's own left hand on his arm. Very aware of laws with kids he would not take a picture of her face or most of her without the mother's permission. Eddie wondered if he should still ask if that was okay, he inspected the picture to be sure there was nothing visible on the medical bracelet before. Turning his attention back to the notes, Eddie started from him seeing the swerving car in his mile jogging path. The car swerving at him, diving out of the way into the blackberry brambles of ouch, seeing it go off the road and hitting a felled tree. Not a large one but enough to knock a few car doors open and the girl tumbling out before the car hit a stump.
Eddie left out the complete honest truth of the wreck- of Venom's reaction time being better then both careening car-wagon and stunned reporter. How they had used a tendril to grab the girl before the worst of the damage could happen. May still was roughed up a bit, and enough that they had been picking some leaves out of her hair for a while.
Then Eddie noted those at the pub- and the name of the place, how they had helped to keep the little girl with a medical bracelet from going too far into shock. Or just passing out before the paramedics. Having a rather impressive chocolate cheese cake ad hot coco had helped.
There was and amused humming from Venom, and a slight shifting in Eddie's chest, but it did not stop the man from sliding from note taking to short form article writing on his phone. Crediting the first names only of the wait staff and the jacket donor, Brock did not want to use anyone's full names so they would not be harassed.
Eddie added how the paramedics and officers had come, the odd relief they had. How he had found out from them and from soft whispers from May herself, that the man in the car-
(We should have eaten his head.)
No eating people in front of already traumatized kids!
(Fine...) Venom grumbled, only to chuckle as Eddie had to carefully delete that, having written it in the phone.
The man was a biological father, but May's mom had divorced him- possibly alcoholic and abusive?- a few years ago. This man had come crawling back to see his daughter in the hospital. May was sick, in a sense. Eddie still remembered the paramedic telling him about weak heart, something about a flaw? The man made a mental note to double check that. Eddie resisted the urge to growl along with the symbiote as he added the notes of finding out the biological father seemed to have decided that he would not let his daughter have a needed transplant surgery.
The man made a soft annoyed sound. Saved his notes and made a new file before typing out how Brock overheard the officers talking- he had been sitting right there by the ambulance with May to keep her calm after all. Instead of being there for May right before her long, long awaited surgery, a much needed surgery for a new heart, the biological father thought it would be best to kidnap May from the children's hospital she was waiting at. While she was stilled drugged-
Eddie remembered hearing something, something about a mess, of a gun and things being knocked over. Staff that were nearly hurt and a panic rush at the original hospital where the kidnapping took place.
Something twisted in Brock's gut that nothing to do with how Venom would shift now and then. Part of Eddie's well-honed sleuthing instincts, and admittedly sometimes jaded reporter instincts, had him worrying for the kiddo.
Venom sensed the movement to the right first, giving their host a pull, not taking over but more of a demand for Eddie's attention. Pulling the man out of the writing mood Brock was working himself into. They both blinked up at the nurse that poked her head in, keen green eyes taking in the positions, but finding nothing inappropriate she and the police officer that had been parked on the other side of the wall to guard the door now came in.
Each walking carefully in the quiet room, the nurse was a somewhat older woman, looking like someone you just did not mess with. Her reddish brown hair was loosely tied back and she had pale blue scrubs on. The woman checked the monitor for May, and the oxygen line that was resting under the girl's nose. "No pulling or rolling over?"
"Nah, I mean, no." Eddie shook his head, keeping his voice just as low as the nurse. Pointing around his cell at how the girl had her cheek against his arm, "She's just conked out a bit ago I think. We were talking about my tattoos and May just sort of...face planted."
"The painkiller must have fully taken effect and no more adrenalin..." The nurse hummed, moving to help gently free Eddie and guild the girl to be laying down a bit more properly in her nest of pillows on the bed.
"Mr. Brock, I know you're tired too," The officer started, the man was a bit taller, build lean and wiry.
"Eddie's fine." The reporter gave a slightly sheepish smile as he sat up for the first time in about two hours. Eddie's spine audibly popping and cracking as he moved.
"Eddie, right." The officer nodded, giving a smile as he glanced at the bed, then nodded at the door, "May's mother is on her way, might be another few hours. With the kid out, I think it's safe for you to go home." He reached out, the officer resting a hand on Eddie's shoulder. "That was pretty kind of you to stay so long, it's past one am now."
Eddie managed not to react too much with being touched, or keep Venom from it. Turning after standing he hesitated, "When will May wake up?"
"At least a few hours, all the... well not excitement but stress, I hope she sleeps in until noon." The nurse- what was her name again?- sighed softly, "At least some odd hours."
"When's the mom coming sir?" Eddie asked turning back to the officer, maybe the real worry on his face did something to help.
"Tomorrow afternoon."
Eddie frowned, and glanced at the nurse. "Could I come back after getting some food. It just doesn't seem right to leave the kiddo here. She was so scared before."
(You're the one with a bleeding heart Eddie.)
Are you complaining? Would Venom rather leave?
There was a deeper growl from in Eddie's head, and a hiss. He gave a smile back at the nurse.
To the reviews:
ThemSoundWaves:
I'm glad you're enjoying it! I was hoping to have the story understandable even if someone just has the basic knowledge of Venom. .0. and thank you for support!
Guest:
It did? wow... eep! then you might want to buckle up and be prepared for more feels then my friend! thank you for the review!
Stacked Waters:
Thank you!
DarkDHeritage:
You are pretty much dead on there! Protective symbiote is protective. Also, omg thank you! I have mild dyslexia so that means a lot, I edit these by reading aloud right now.
inuyasha0001:
Thank you, and erm okay?
iloveyou1234:
O,o thank you.
ZabuzasGirl:
Thanks! And erm, here's an update?
