I'm bored and, well that's it. I'm bored. So here you go again. Merry Christmas! (Eve)

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Hannah the Hobbit Xx

Cal watched helplessly at the end of Lucie's bed as his brother worked fiercely around her. The monitor next to her started to show a highly erratic white line bouncing around on the dark background, before settling again. This time however it didn't go back to a simple normal heartbeat, darting up and down the screen in a mostly regular pattern, but lay flat. A high urgent beeping filled the air and Cal's heart, much like his girlfri-...Lucie...-stopped. His hoarse 'no' caught in his throat, a clogging cluster of emotions tangling it up with them.

"Come on Lucie." Ethan muttered to the unresponsive figure on the bed as he pushed firmly on her heart. Cal stepped back slightly, fear not allowing any more movement.


She couldn't die. Not now. Not while he still had everything to apologise for, everything to try to explain. She needed to sit up again, slap him one more time, tell him he was worthless not worth his place on this earth. Cal couldn't take a day where he didn't wake up to her hair suffocating him, or if she'd already woken up, her humming in the kitchen as she undoubtedly set fire to something. He couldn't stand not having her around, the smell of her stupid shampoo- the one that smelt of white vanilla and something he could never figure out as the label had worn away from the tube long ago. He wouldn't last a day without her anymore, the one constant reminder that perhaps something's were worth working hard for. Because whilst he wasn't worth anything at the moment, and he could blame her for a second- in fact he'd side with her- if she wanted nothing to do with him, she was all he had. And all he'd ever wanted.

One condescending brow raise. One teasing elbow. One more extension of the middle finger.

Just, Come back.


Ethan panted heavily, each time he pounded on her chest weaker than the last.

"Pulse check." He insisted of Lily. She lightly pressed her fingers into Lucie's neck. She shook her head slightly. Ethan moved to restart the CPR, but Cal was already gently moving him out of his place, his hands replacing his brothers. He looked directly into Lucie's face as he began to push downwards with all the force he could muster. He silently pleaded with her, angry, terrified tears beginning to cloud his vision.

"Lucie..." He begged. "Please, come on."


Ethan stopped him as he reached thirty, lightly checking her pulse once more. The monitor stayed silent for a beat and then, with a burst of life and a gasp of air, her heart restarted. She didn't waken however, and stayed in her comatose state.

Cal stormed violently away, shaking with uncontrollable anger. He burst out the doors, looking for something, searching for someone. His eyes fell on a tall, overly muscular, to the point of it being an eyesore rather than anything else, sullen looking man. He stormed up to him, ignoring the officer in uniform milling around. Cal roughly shoved the man away.

"You dick." He spat in utter disgust. The man glared at him, instantly riled up. "Do you even give a damn about what you've done?"

The bastard had enough self control to spit at Cal's feet. He towered far above the doctor, but the sheer fury Cal had been overcome was a force to be contested with. Cal snarled up at him, but he was not the first to swing a punch.


When Lofty and Rita finally pulled the brawling men apart, neither were particularly hurt. Cal's eye was not going to open the next morning, and that lip was going to swell. Hugely. But his knuckles had suffered the worst of it. They were scraped raw, red, bruised and throbbing. As the author is well aware, scraped knuckles are surprisingly painful, and they attract a fair bit of attention, but they were not an uncommon appearance upon Cal, whereas no one really expected them on a fifteen year old, five foot one nerdy girl. The other guy was in a worse state, a broken nose bleeding all of the white shirt. His lip, also burst and bleeding, curled back from his teeth in a sneer. Only now did the officer standing less than three feet away think to do anything about the man in his captivity. Cal rolled his eyes in disgust as Lofty pulled him away.


Lucie's eyes drifted open. She looked up into the face of a very familiar doctor. Ethan looked down at her, shock billowing from him as he glanced up at the machine.

Lucie tried to open her eyes fully, but they wouldn't cooperate. Her throat was blocked by a plastic tube, preventing any chance of speaking. She looked into his face, and then the pain kicked in. She breathed in sharply and closed her eyes tightly. Her chest felt like it was on fire, her skull too. She suddenly understood why lifting an eyelid was such hard work, she was struggling to just keep her heart beating, never mind anything else. Her breathing came out ragged, and Ethan glanced over at the monitor.

"Hey, Lucie. Calm down. Lucie? Lucie, look at me." He spoke quickly, but with authority. Lucie moved her eyes over to him, fear building up in them. "You're okay." Ethan assured her, gently beginning to remove the tubing.

"Where... Cal?" Lucie whimpered when she could. Ethan smiled softly down at her.

"Do you want me to get him?" He asked. Lucie stole his pen. Speaking hurt to much for long sentences, she'd decided. Her quick scrawl made Ethan laugh, and the diagram only made it better. He let the paper drop on to the white sheets and grinned.

"I'll go get him." He laughed. Zoe frowned and glanced at the paper. It read 'I want you to push him down a well.' With a little picture of Cal, presumably, toppling into a brick well. Given that she'd drawn it in a drug stupor, and in under twenty seconds, it wasn't too bad.