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[ugh-shut-call.livejournal.com]

WHO: Sword; OPEN
WHAT: suffering
WHERE: Infirmary
WHEN:The morning he gets out of solitary.
RATING: TBA



Sword lay in the bed in the infirmary. He was bruised and battered, not to mention malnourished and dehydrated. He now lay asleep and hooked up to various things; a heart monitor, IV, and a machine that measured his breathing. Sleep was something he welcomed with open arms soon after Damon finished hooking him up to the various machines. He had hardly got any sleep in the weeks he was in the infirmary. The nightly rapes keeping him awake, dreading when the next one would come. He couldn't even be excited that he was beginning to see blurred coloured shapes. He was so broken now, that he doubted anyone would recognize him.

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[ugh-shut-call.livejournal.com]

So much had happened over the last few months that Sword had sort of lost his true self somewhere along the line. Part of him longed to bring that man back, but the other part didn't want that man to continue hurting Sen they way he always did. Was there some happy medium in there somewhere? And it wasn't like he had offered his ass up. They had waited for it. Waited until he was weak from the lack of food and water to attack. Or at least that's how it seemed to him. And it didn't help that he was blind. His attacker knew that as well and used it to his advantage.
But Norman really didn't know what had happened in there. For all he knew Sword had just got into a couple of fights, which would explain all the bruising.

Every word Norman spoke became clearer and clearer in Sword's mind. He was coming around, which was made obvious by the heart monitor he was hooked up to. The beeping became slightly faster as he began to wake up.

[normanwrite.livejournal.com]

Norman was deep in his own thoughts and so didn't immediately register that Sword's heart monitor was beeping faster. He was busy getting himself together, fingers combing through his hair as he took deep breaths. It seemed so stupid to get worked up over someone that was unconscious and unresponsive and yet... it was Sword.

It might have made a difference had he known the source of those wounds, or it might not have. Just seeing Sword hurt in any way seemed weird to him. Like he was in some twisted nightmarish version of reality.

"Sword... listen," he said, resuming a calmer tone. "You need to pull out of this. Sen's counting on you. You guys need to look out for each other. I always thought that falling in love here would just lead to trouble, but it's the only way we can feel free..."

[ugh-shut-call.livejournal.com]

Finally Sword fully registered that it was Norman who was sitting beside him and Norman that was speaking to him. Why? Why was he here? Probably to get a good look at Sword and take great pleasure in seeing him like this. Why did it matter to him whether Sen was counting on Sword or not? All Norman wanted from the beginning was to pull those two apart, and make Sen his.

Sword managed to open his eyes just enough to see Norman's blurry shape. It took him aback for a moment that he could see a little. But then quickly remembered that he was able to make out blurry shapes and colors. If Sword hadn't known it was a person he was looking at he wouldn't have been able to guess what it was.

"Why....... Are you...... here?" He asked weakly. It wasn't mean sounding or full of contempt. It was just a question, one which took a great amount of effort and engery for Sword to ask in his weakened state.

[normanwrite.livejournal.com]

The voice made Norman freeze where he sat. His eyes sought Sword's, which looked to have finally cracked open. Norman wasn't sure how much Sword could actually see but it definitely seemed like the man's hearing was all right. He felt his heart pound frantically against his ears. How much had Sword heard?

"I... I just heard you were here, that's all," Norman replied lamely. "Just because I can't stand you doesn't mean I want you dead, Sword. In fact... I really wouldn't like it... if you were dead." He added this last part quietly, as if hoping Sword wouldn't pay attention to the words.

[ugh-shut-call.livejournal.com]

Sword had only heard bits and pieces of what Norman had said. Some of it registered and some of it didn't. BUt now he heard all of Norman's words. He chuckled weakly, "That's a surprise," He said just under a whisper, "I thought you would be estacic if I turned up dead." Sword tried to shift into a more comfortable postion, but a sharp pain shot through his back and sucked in a hissing breath.

[normanwrite.livejournal.com]

"Don't move," Norman said in a commanding tone. He chose to ignore what Sword said at the moment, rather concentrating on forcing the man back down on the pillows. "You don't want to aggravate your injuries by moving around." It was only when he made sure Sword wasn't going to be making any sudden movements that Norman answered his question.

"There are too many things left undone for me to be satisfied with you dead," he said. "I just... want to get things straightened out between us."

[ugh-shut-call.livejournal.com]

Sword was surprised by Norman's commanding demeanor. It was almost as if he cared. Sword settled back down onto the pillows and let out a small sigh.

Sword scoffed lightly at Norman's words, "I tried, remember? I apologized and wouldn't accept it. What else is there for me to do?"

[normanwrite.livejournal.com]

Of course he hadn't accepted the apology. There were so many things he hated Sword for, it was hard to forgive them all just because the man said "I'm sorry". Norman ran his fingers through his hair trying to think of how best to phrase this. "All I expect you to do is listen. For once in your life, really listen to me." He paused again but this time the words cane to him easier.

"I couldn't accept your apology. I didn't think you were really sorry. And honestly, I didn't think you even knew how many times you hurt me. I think it hurt the most when... you kissed me, and told me the reason you got rid of me was because you'd fallen in love with me." Norman avoided Sword's eyes, determined to stay calm. "How could I have possibly forgiven you for saying that, Sword?"

[ugh-shut-call.livejournal.com]

Sword did listen. He lay there int he bed and listened to Norman's words, "You're right." He said weakly, "I probably don't know how many times I hurt you. And you have reason not to accept or believe anything I tell you, but....." He really didn't know where he was going with that thought. He sighed, "I just...." He tried again. He shook his head in defeat. How could he possibly tell Norman everything that was going on in his mind? He had a hard time opening up to even Sen, how could he do it with Norman?

[normanwrite.livejournal.com]

"Just what, exactly?" Norman asked, his eyes narrowing. Somehow he couldn't completely shake his anger of Sword. "Just wanted to humiliate me? Screw with my heart and mind a bit more? Chase me away from Sen? Well, you accomplished all those things, so congratulations." He could almost see the bitter venom in his words but he felt no better letting it out.

"You're my cellmate now," he mentioned. "Exciting, isn't it?"

[ugh-shut-call.livejournal.com]

"I don't know what I wanted. I don't even know now what I want. Everything is so screwed up," He paused for a long moment, "Screwed up because of me and my stupidity." He closed his eyes and swallowed back more tears. He briefly thought of Sen. Where was he? Why wasn't he here? Why did Norman have to be the first inmate he saw after coming out of the villa. And now they were cellmates. Fantastic. The old Sword would have flown of the handle when he got news like that. This Sword did, however, think of asking why the cells were changed. But he was afraid of the answer, so he let it go... for now.

[normanwrite.livejournal.com]

Oddly enough, that made him smile a little. At least Sword was finally understanding. "Yes, but we're all a little stupid sometimes," Norman replied. He would know better than anyone about that. "It'll be okay. I don't hate you for it... much." And he surprised himself by smiling again. "We ought to get along, you and I. Sen wouldn't be too happy if we were fighting."

[ugh-shut-call.livejournal.com]

"Norman? Are you just trying toget along with me because of Sen? Or are there more reasons than that?" Sword had to know. He didn't know why he had to know, but he did.

[normanwrite.livejournal.com]

"I have reasons that don't include Sen," Norman said simply. "As long as we're stuck in the same cell, we should try to be civil with each other. We can't worry about being stabbed in the middle of the night." He figured Sword would accept this truce the same way Norman had accepted the apology, but one thing was true: they had to at least try not to kill each other.

"I can't help how I feel about you, Sword. I've tried, but... I'll always feel the way I do. The best I can do is make an illusion." Norman was confident Sword wouldn't understand what he was really saying, but it was a relief to say it all the same. "The question is, do you think you can be around me?"

[ugh-shut-call.livejournal.com]

"Norman." Long pause, "I know you probably don't want to hear this," He said, remembering what Norman said about Sword not be allowed to be defeated, "but I just don't care anymore. If you don't try to start anything with me, you have nothing to worry about." He sighed, "I don't have the energy to fight or argue anymore." He knew if sounded like he was giving up, he was in a way. "I just want to live my life. I don't want anymore drama."

[normanwrite.livejournal.com]

"Really." Norman got to his feet. "No more drama, huh? Well... fine, then. I'll leave you to your rest." It was obvious he was disappointed in how this turned out, but there was little he could do with Sword in this condition. "See you when you get back," he said numbly, and left.

[i-need-sanity.livejournal.com]

However, that was not that, After all, Kashe was free to move at the moment. And the idea of Sword in the Infirmary had him curious. "Pathetic.." His voice was soft, he hissed this out moments after he stood aside to let Norman pass, Head held low to appear more like Ryu than anything.

It was amusing, He had droped from the light now, people had given up on him...So not he could do nearly anything he wanted. "Sword...I assume that You're feeling Miserable right?"