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Mari or Marina. 14. I don't do talking or warm hugs.

[kiyeolxx-blog]

He cleared his throat and shuffled awkwardly as she struggled to speak, “It’s okay, thanks for apologizing. You wanna come with me or something?” His eyes wandered off Marina and to the figure obviously not a patient or a staff member standing in the lobby, his brain putting two and two together. “You wanna go quickly?”

[marixstrider]

Marina nodded lightly, almost not enough to be noticeable, before gripping onto the sleeve of his shirt childishly, as if she needed guidance, before blinking up at him lightly. "J-Just...don't let him come o-over here." The fourteen year old tried not to let her eyes water even more than they already had, but it was hard.

[nicktenebrae-blog]

"Your—?" he repeated, looking somewhat incredulous. "Alright, well— Do you want to see him or not, Marina? I can beat him up for you too, if that’s what you want." Nick was perfectly willing to break his good streak for her, it seemed.

[marixstrider]

Her mouth opened slightly, mostly in shock, as her eyes widened in shock. Marina never wished bad upon anyone---just a personal rule of thumb---but right now she could only shrug. She should be angry and upset with her brother for treating her like a piece of trash, so most would think she would be nodding her head, but she could only shrug in response to both. "W-Whatever you w-want."

[nicktenebrae-blog]

"Alright, alright; calm down," he said, frowning a little. He wasn’t mad; just concerned. "Someone named Dave is here, and you don’t want to see him? Got it. Let’s get out of here." He started walking, herding her along in front of him so that she had no choice.

[marixstrider]

She felt herself be pushed forward gently as she twisted herself around to try and look at her brother, but only shook her head and tried to stop a bit. "H-He's m-my...b-brother," she said, more of a breath than a spoken sentence, before looking at him, unsure of what to do.

[lilwolfmikah-deactivated2018072]

"Accidents happen. Nothing broken or bleeding." Micah got to her feet and placed a hand on the smaller girl’s shoulder, "What’s got you all torn up?"

[marixstrider]

She flinched at the older girl's touch before shuddering lightly, and shaking her head, trying not to let tears pool in her eyes as she looked back at the blonde boy in the lobby.

[queenkikis]

"Marina, I—" She bumped into the girl, nearly spilling what she had on the plate. She’d gotten special permission to get the girl a cupcake for New Year’s once she was out of Iso, and had come to find her. Lilia looked up, her eyes narrowing. "Pink…cupcake. Who’s this?"

[marixstrider]

"D-Dave..." She muttered quietly, eyeing the plate but saying nothing as she looked down at the ground. "D-Don't wanna talk to him," she said, twisting at her hands lightly and pulling her sweatshirt sleeves down, before looking up at Lilia. "What do I-I do...?" She asked, almost looking for an older sister guidance from her friend as she blinked lightly.

[kiyeolxx-blog]

Kiyeol instantly pushed the other away as she crashed into him, not knowing who it was at first, he looked down a the other with slight concern but mainly annoyance on his face, “Watch where you’re going, Kid Flash. Why are you running out of rooms anyway? That’s totally not cool, you could have run into one of the psychos.” The teenager was worried about his young friend, she wasn’t usually this careless and he wanted to know what was going on.

[marixstrider]

The girl looked up, her eyebrows furrowing slightly for a moment, before realizing it was just Kiyeol, and she let out a small sigh of relief. "S-Sorry," she said softly, her voice wobbly as she looked towards the ground. "S-Someones here and I don't wanna t-talk t-to...h-him," she said softly, gripping the sleeves of her sweatshirt tightly.

[lilwolfmikah-deactivated2018072]

Micah grunted softly and landed on her butt in the middle of the cold hall. “Ouch!” Micah closed her eyes for a minute and shook her head before looking up at the person who smacked into her. “Marina?”

[marixstrider]

Marina looked down at the girl, before twisting at her hands awkwardly, glancing around nervously, unsure of what to do. A whimper escaped her throat as she gulped lightly and a breathy 'sorry' came from her lips, but almost silent if someone didn't listen close enough. 

[nicktenebrae-blog]

"Watch where you’re going, kid," said Nick, not unkindly. "You’re going to trip and fall down the steps or something." Only then did he notice the look on her face, at which point he took a small step back to crouch down a little and be on her level. "What’s wrong?"

[marixstrider]

The fourteen year old looked up towards her friend, her bottom lip trembling as she searched for a place to put her hands, before eventually just running her left hand through her hair. Marina opened her mouth, as if wanting to say something comprehensible, but only got several words and phrases out. "D-Dave...I-I...here...b-but..."

[marixstrider]

Standing up, her eyes widened as she shook her head. One would think that this person was someone she feared, even loathed. "...Dave?" The word fell from her mouth as soon as her hazel eyes recognized her face. The nineteen year old, almost twenty year old boy smiled a bit at her, and before she knew it, she was racing out of the room, and straight into someone else. Nice, Marina. 

[nicktenebrae-blog]

Nick stared at her suspiciously for a moment, brows furrowing. “Are you trying to make me sing? ‘Cause I know that’s part of a song - that ‘lying on the cold hard ground’ thing.”

[marixstrider]

"N-No. I-I didn't think you w-would catch that but I-I... That's n-not the point! Y-You shouldn't wear c-coats indoors anyway, just go u-under your covers! T-Take them off, you're not helping y-yourself."

[nicktenebrae-blog]

"I don’t know, Marina! Just leave me alone," he whined childishly, turning away a little and zipping up his jackets - both of them - as far up as they would go.

[marixstrider]

To say she didn't expect that would be a lie, but to say she was happy with that reaction would also be a lie. "I-I... Y-You're sick, I-I'm not going to leave you a-alone, because next thing I know I h-have you, lying on the c-cold hard ground claiming that 'you a-aren't that sick'. Do you want m-medicine? Come on, a n-nurse can be helpful."

[nicktenebrae-blog]

"Ow! Hey, hey, keep it down. I don’t know how long I’ve been sick; I didn’t even realize it until just now. Does that answer your question?"

[marixstrider]

"Y-You gotta take b-better care of y-yourself c-cause I-I'm w-worried!" Sometimes she felt like a mom, but that was probably extremely inaccurate in the eyes of all the other people in Wakefield. "Have y-you been coughing? Sneezing?"

[nicktenebrae-blog]

"Heard you say . . ? Marina, it’s really early, and my head is pounding. I’m surprised I remember what day of the week it is."

[marixstrider]

"I-I called you a dumbass, dumbass! Y-You're sick! Why a-aren't you in bed?" She paused, realizing what she was saying, before continuing. "How long h-have you been sick for?"

[nicktenebrae-blog]

"If I’m dead, I’ve got bigger problems than being sick," he said with a laugh - a real laugh, not one of those little chuckles he usually did. "Go ahead, kid."

[marixstrider]

Going on her tippytoes, because holy fuck was Nick tall compared to her, she placed the back of her trembling right hand on top of his forehead, before jerking it back. "Dumbass." She hissed under her breath, before placing her hand on her temple in irritation. "I hope y-you heard me."

[nicktenebrae-blog]

"I don’t think so . . but I could be."

[marixstrider]

"C-Could be. T-That's what you say when you're dead, right?" Alright, maybe she was bit irritable right now, but shhhh, that doesn't stop her from actually caring for someone. "Let me feel your f-forehead."

[nicktenebrae-blog]

" . . I don’t know what I was expecting, but It’s cold in here."

[marixstrider]

"...it's not that cold. A-Are you sick?"

[marixstrider]

don't touch me!

[thomasxbenson]

By the way she was talking and acting, and the mention of her father Thomas could figure it out. He didn’t want that in his head, but he wanted to comfort Mari. “You don’t need to tell me, Mari…he’s not here…he’s not here, just me. Focus on my voice, take a deep breath.”

[marixstrider]

The fourteen year old breathed in and out, in and out, trying to make sure that she wouldn't have a mini panic attack in her friend's arms. Yet, she felt the need to say something, the need to explain herself. "I-I-" She closed her eyes, and tried to just focus on his voice, and try not to cry.